Today I had an Important Meeting with Important People. It went well.
By 4pm however, my girdle was cutting me in half and the high heels that I never, ever wear had rubbed huge blisters all over my feet. I, stupidly, decided I would walk to my later meeting and that? Was a bad decision.
Anyway, I was going to be all smart and cool and write this great post tonight, but truthfully? I just don't have it in me. I still have to make dinner, help with schoolwork, and then I have at least two more hours of work ahead of me tonight so I'll be prepared for something tomorrow.
So instead of the fantabulous post I was going to write tonight? I'll just answer some of the questions I've been getting via email and comments lately. How about that?
I thought this was supposed to be a humor blog. This isn't funny at all!
Oh my freaking freak, I am so tired of this comment.
I. AM. NOT. FUNNY. EVERY. DAY.
No one is.
I have a life outside of this blog. Not all of it is good. When it is not good, this is my place to write about it.
Some people don't like my blog. I get that. I would encourage those who don't like it to STOP LOOKING AT IT. It's not going to change. It's not going to get magically better just because you don't like it. I'm not going to change. You will still find me offensive, not funny, stupid, fat, ugly...whatever you find me.
Just stop reading. Then both of us will be okay.
Your job sucks. Thanks for the update Big Ben! All you do is complain about it. Why don't you get a new one?
Well holy crap, why didn't I think of that? All my problems are solved!
No seriously. I appreciate when people say, "You need to get out of there! I hope you find something else soon!" and stuff like that. Because that? Is supportive. That? Makes sense.
Random person who I do not know who emails me this? No.
Maybe they meant it supportively. But calling me out on complaining? Leads me to believe they probably DID NOT mean it supportively.
For the record, I'm looking for another job. I've applied for at least thirty jobs in the past three months. I applied for a job today. I'm trying to get another job.
Also for the record? If you had to work at my job, you'd complain also.
Additionally? For the record? I'm going to keep complaining about it, as long as I have to work there.
So. You know. Keep that in mind.
Don't you think it's inappropriate that your child knows what a penis is for?
No. Actually, I don't.
And for the record? He doesn't. But even if he did? I still wouldn't think it was inappropriate.
What's going on with that woman who works for Jason?
Oh my corncakes! Y'all! She QUIT!
She told Jason she would just have to quit because her daycare was so expensive. How having $0 a month is better, I have no idea.
Also? I don't care! She QUIT!
Why would you go and help Jason out at work after what happened before? I wouldn't give them any more of my time!
Oh, I know, right? I'm such a waffler. I was all like, "IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE I DARKEN THAT DOORSTEP AGAIN!"
And then he asked and I was all like, "Okay."
Well, not really. He had to persuade me. But still, I agreed.
And the reason is? Well, I wasn't there to help out his company. I was there to help HIM.
Maybe it's silly, but I see our family as a team (which could be why Boy Child has decided to call me "Coach" recently). We all work together. Our success is all intermeshed. Our failure is too.
If we could do something that would benefit Jason then, in reality, it will benefit all four of us.
So maybe that's sappy. But that? Is why.