… while I rant:

1. I hate this job with a passion. HATE IT.
2. Hate talking to morons all fucking day. HATE IT.
3. I despise Hooty just walking off and leaving me with the phones as if she were the fucking Queen ‘O Sheba
4. I hate that I have some funky weird thing going on that makes my eye hurt.
5. I hate situations in which I have no say yet things happen that affect me.
6. Did I mention that I hate this job?
7. Our country is so going to hell and it seems unstoppable. I should have my passport at the ready.

Check it out, bitches: That hideous omni-present yellow ribbon I see everywhere should say this (and a tip ‘o the hat to Frida on this one.)

Ok, that’s enough hatred for now.

Law of Attraction back in force

1. In 20 days I will not be here and it will be a forever not here this time.
2. In 28ish days, I will be ensconced in my new house and have plenty of time to play, walk, talk and relax.
3. It won’t matter that I can’t control stuff here.
4. My eye will stop hurting soon.
5. Walking at 630 am – just me and de dogg (we will both be so svelte)