I Must Confess

Whilst overcome by depression over the state of my *un*employment, I watched all five hours of the VH1 Top 100 Songs of the '80s.

Oh yes I did, and it was fabulous! Livin' on a Prayer (Bon Jovi) was #1.

Back In The Ranks of the Gainfully Employed

So, I was offered a job today that I gladly accepted, and POOF! I'm back in the ranks of the gainfully employed.

Although I'm very relieved to have a job, I was hoping for a couple more weeks off before jumping back in....I was looking at last minute getaways to cross more desinations off The List.

Things That Suck: Part Two

Unemployment!

That's right, I was "laid off", a victim of "staff reduction". And while I half knew this was coming, it still sucks! The part(s) that really piss me off:

Those who don't care about me, but offer useless platitudes and general bullshit.

Those who were ACTUALLY RESPONSIBLE who claim total innocence in the whole process (dude, you had a part in it...just own it!).

Those who don't say a word to me. Not just don't say a word, but actively ignore me the whole day. I think that kind of chickenshit attitude show exactly your level of human decency...which is to say, you have none.

There are those I work with who genuinely care about me they know that anything they say will only make it worse and are content to just take me to lunch and complain that they are stuck with my counterpart forever now.

In the main, I was not surprised, and in fact, plotting to defect from the group because it has grown increasingly unstable. The good news (there is always some) is that I have money in the bank and will have several months of severance. I had a job interview today that went well, is still with the company, and looks like an exciting opportunity. All in all, when I think about this turn of events I am not upset, just a little worried. I think this may be the kick in the ass needed to get me moving on to bigger and better things. But in the meantime...THIS!SUCKS! (Although not as much as two broken arms)

P.S. To Frank, shut the fuck up you stupid, ignorant bastard! I am so glad that I will never have to deal with your hateful, petty, bullying, racist ass ever, ever again!

P.P.S. To Tom, I hope you found my site and grow a pair!

I'm Zoe

And then there were two:



Ernie picked the discarded shell up in her beak and flew it away from the nest. I guess Bert wasn't so anxious to help with the housekeeping aspect of parenting.

Introducing Elmo

Day 18: The first chick hatches...ugly little son of a bitch isn't he?

Things That Suck

My brother broke both his arms last week. Yep, you read correctly, Both. Arms. the right one will probably take another 3 weeks to heal, the left required surgery (which he had today) and will require another 6-8 weeks to recover. Both arms have been in soft casts and slings, bent at a 90 degree angle.

Take a moment and imagine the total and compelete SUCKING that entails.

Then, when you think you're done, sit down fold your arms, and try to get off the couch, or go to the bathroom, or feed yourself, or even hug your wife and daughter. SUCKS!

Fake Pets

Fake pets are the best pets! When I owned the house the neighbors had 2 cats that liked to hang out on my back porch and run around my back yard. They were playful, fun to watch, and best of all I had absolutely no responsibility. Didn't have to feed them, shelter them, nothing. I miss those cats...until yesterday. Now, I have new fake pets.

I was sitting on my couch yesterday, and happened to glance out the living room window. I noticed a weird lump-like thing in one of the garden pots that had spent the winter on the balcony. When I went over to get a closer look, it contained a pigeon. I didn't want pigeons on my balcony so I smacked the glass and off it flew. That's when I noticed what was in the pot.



So, I did a little searching on pigeons and their nesting habits (turns out both parents participate in the "warming of the eggs"), and decided I would let them keep this nest for now. And today when I checked:



That is all the eggs I'm expecting. We'll see how this goes, and if they are too messy, or too noisy I'll have to destroy future nests and eggs, but for now I've got new fake pets...I'm thinking Bert and Ernie...cause they're doing the P-P-Pigeon.