Last week was one of definitive FUCKED-UPPEDNESS (work with me, people; I’m in a “state”).
First off, one of 2 internal jobs I applied for turned me down. 😦 I’m happy for the person who got it since she’s genuinely awesome. But on a selfish note, it kinda sucks for me. Again. Rejection sucks; even if you’re realistic in your expectations… Continue reading
This week I got my first ever negative performance review. It’s basically a wet sack of inarticulate, poorly recollected meanderings dribbling from the mind of a senile, inattentive old coot. Even though I’ve carefully drafted a perfect rebuttal, it hurts nonetheless. Continue reading
I recently sent in a Posting Response form for an open position. Realistically, I never expected it to come with more money BUT disturbingly, this “Coordinator” position comes complete with a “salary-adjustment”. Also quite trauma inducing is the depressingly low current salary – I have the enviable ability to check budget lists up in here and it is slightly less per year than my own. Continue reading
So summer is almost over & there was no vacation this year. Well, we DID go to Daytona Beach last November but took a sacred oath after coming home (to the aftermath of some Farmer Ted-style shenanigans courtesy of my Cling-On son) to NEVER GO AWAY AGAIN until Cling-On moves out. And leaves his keys BEHIND. Continue reading
Will give advice in exchange for mini-marshmallows
I don’t understand. What have I done to deserve the 22-y-o Cling-On (aka my son) who has lived with us for the past 8 years & plays XBox Live all day, can’t manage to wash a dish without leaving behind greasy residue & bits of food/soap and feels I should give him an “engraved invitation” to chip in around the house!? Shouldn’t he know what to do by now and JUST DO IT!? Please help (before I notify the “Federation” and declare an all-out war backed by “Star Fleet”)!
Setting Phasers to “STUN” (Not really!)
Dear Setting Phasers,
#1 – I thought we agreed on that half-pound bag of catnip in exchange for the invaluable advice. Not even a single mini-marshmallow? What gives, woman!? We’ll get back to that since I know people up here in heaven now, so… first warning is all I’m sayin’. Continue reading