Dear Prudence,….

Why is it that my favorite soup (hot and sour) looks like something a Martian hooker threw up?

Generally speaking, things are pretty good. BF (otherwise known as the mysterious “c”) is late right now. On the one hand, he’s only an hour late. I mean, good grief – get over myself. But there is that niggling doubt in my psyche. Years of living with poor self image rears its ugly head and *chomp!* Suddenly, I believe that he’s gonna no-call/no-show. I know that he’s better than that. I know that he will get here and that likely he’s just running late.

Why can’t he call?!, yells my angrier self.
Because he’s doing some errands, says a more rational bit.
This is probably the way he lets folks know he doesn’t want them that self-doubting bitch snaps.
COULD you please get a grip replies my Viking self.
Dead on the roadside, mourns the worrier in my heart.
Oh shut up, you, everyone shouts.

And so it goes. And to top it all off – my recruiting company have turned out to be well,..staffed by morons. At least their Office Manager (I only capitalize that because in *every* email she’s sent me it has her full signature – So and so, Office Manager, XYZ Company, Phone Number, extension, Fax Number, and her email address(as if I couldn’t read it off the “from” section). Every email. Even the one that finally said “GOT IT!!!!!!!!”(sic)
If only she were as diligent with the pursuit of her duties as she was in the Signing of The Emails. She’d be CEO within weeks.
I’ve worked with them for two weeks. I input via fax last week’s time card a grand total of five times – because this moron can’t be bothered to find the ones I sent. Did I mention – FIVE times?
Yeah, it means that I’m not getting paid this week. Or possibly next. Or the one after that. I will be waiting for (counting the past two weeks) a MONTH before I actually see money from this job. If I didn’t like the work (and truly, desperately need the job) I’d tell them to go and place it gently sideways up their collective asses. (the contract people – I actually *like* the people I work with. They’re very Austin-WYSISYG types)

On the other hand, “c” is still late.

Damn….did it again

Sorry for the delay – its been crazy in the real world. New job, new boyfriend, another new job, etc. etc. ad infinitum.

Overall, things are going really well. I truly hate saying that out loud as I feel like that’s asking Murphy to come along and kick me in the (proverbial) nads but I gotta be honest. My house is a wreck, though. I’ve only seen my roommate in passing (that girl does ZOOM) and I had to treat the kitties(*) for fleas.

New job is pretty cool. I very much like the work. The people are very quiet though. I am a bit concerned that I am a little, er….well different than they are. One of the supes has a Bible quotation on his office door ferchrissakes. No one has said a word about my purple hair however, so I’m taking it on faith (faith, har! I made a funny!) ..taking it that so long as I do my job they won’t wrinkle up their noses.

That is all I have time to update for today but hey! Feel free to shout at me if you see me online.

* I’d call ’em meatloafs but that name has already been snagged by another.

The Pissy Chronicles

Spending an afternoon in a pee lab is NOT my favorite thing to do. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Spending an afternoon in a pee lab and having them fucking deny the paperwork the goddamn recruiter sent is on the fun-list somewhere after being ass-raped by clowns.

I’ve got to contact the recruiter – who is in California, so I can’t visit retribution on her personally – so that she can setup a new frickin’ account with these idiots. Because otherwise, I won’t be able to start work on Monday. And that makes me very angry. And lemme tell ya; you wouldn’t like me when I am angry.

Mare SMASH!!!