Work, life, and this blog in particular seem to conspire to bring me down. I am disgusted with politics. You have no desire to read my semi-coherent rantings. My life is boring; there is nothing there of interest to anyone. Let us face it, you could care less about my lunch or latest music recommendation. Work-- I drove six hours yesterday and spent the night in an OK hotel in a dump of a city so I can spend 1-1/2 or 2 hours, including lunch, with a complete asshole. I will smile and be nice while fantasizing about giving him the Theron Greyjoy treatment. Then I get to drive 6 hours home.
I know. Boo fucking hoo. Suck it up Nancy. Too bad for you, occasional bouts of whining are the price you pay for stopping by.
Wadda ya want for nuthin?
7 comments:
Yesterday I could have cheerfully approved of the Theron Greyjoy treatment for my boss. But I was really thinking more along the lines of the Joffrey treatment, as it's probably more apropos.
Don't worry Nancy, the weekend is just around the corner and life will be good again, for a couple days.
Well I got a text saying they were switching from morphine to diladid. From a completely unknown number. How's that for exciting?
Where in Ohio?
James Old Guy
Good guess JOG but wrong direction
Joe
Wow! It must be exciting travelling for a living like that!
A rubber biscuit, please.
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