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Holey Moley! I don’t do well with being the center of attention for too long, kids. At work they almost had a parade in my honor (Flowers, decorated area, pizza for the whole office and a giganto cake) – it was bordering on embarassing, even for someone like me who would gladly wear a crown as I go about my daily business. It made me feel loved, though, and that’s nice.
The family dinner was chaotic and viewed through a small cosmo haze (getting too old for that whole thing – cosmos whoop my ass!) but I could feel the love (and chaos and vodka). Got to hold my baybeh (and get puked on, so that’s fun) and wear a crown and open presents. It was all one could wish for as a celebration.
And now that’s over. For ten years. All the in-between birthdays are nice and proof that you’re alive but that’s it for excitement. Thankfully.
Smooches and (even more) snicker bars to my family who always treat me like a crazy cat lady who is fine wearing a crown and talking to angels. You all see the real me and don’t try to have me committed. I love you all.
And now, a small rant-like thingy:
I suspect my good graces are being taken advantage of at work and this shall not stand. I’m really a suck-ass minion. If you’re getting paid extra from your broker to do their crap work, don’t be passing said crap work on to me (who is not being paid extra by ANY broker). Do your own crap work. Buttheads.
Ah! That felt much better!
A non-rant like thingy that’s actually kinda cool
Kara (from Conduit of Joy) and I recorded our first podcast last week and will be putting it up on Practically Intuitive (and CoJ) soon. We sound pretty good together! I think that shocked her. heheh (Not me.) It’s really a good thing: a) I don’t have lesbian tendencies because I love her so much I might switch teams for her and b) she doesn’t live near here because see point A. She’s my sister of the soul, though. We have much work to do together.
Okay, off to bed. I did two readings tonight and it totally saved the day. I feel awesomely good swimming in the high vibes. That, my (five?) readers is what makes this chick happy.
There's something perfect about being puked on *while* wearing a crown on your birthday. I mean, it's like a microcosm of life, isn't it? Happy Birthday, Snarkela.
Hey crazy cat lady, thanks for the (switching teams) compliment! I love you to bits too, and together we are creating our own team of universal love! Go us!
I was not shocked that we sounded good together – I was shocked that I sounded good. Thanks for prodding me into things that are good for me…
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Aw I'm glad you had a good (albeit chaotic) birthday!
As for the work thing, dude wtf. Passive aggressor's solution = do a really lazy crappy job on it so the other guy has to either redo it himself, or the broker finds him incompetent and stops sending him work. Or, OR!!! Staple the work to the guy's forehead. I mean that one probably has more serious consequences, but… meh!
Love hearing you so happy and energized by your SOUL's WORK!
Did'ja see I was in Stevensville having lunch ON YOUR BURFDAY???? At Rustico!