I almost had time to do a blog entry and then my new fucking assistant reminded me I had a meeting.

Had to slap her ass down yesterday when she came in to gossip about things that are going around the business community regarding her predecessor.

I looked her straight in the eye and told her that I do not listen to gossip. I don't care who or what it has to do with, I don't want to hear it. She is NEVER to share this shit with me again if she wants to keep her job.

She looked crestfallen. Probably thought we were going to have a bonding experience and polish each others nails.

Yeah....I don't bond. Now get the fuck out and type something.

A Parting Of Ways

I found it necessary to fire an employee that has been with me for ten years. I was her mentor and she was my protege for a very long time.

The necessity to part ways was her fault and although I did everything I could to make it easy on her...

a big severance package, no controverting of unemployment claim, health insurance coverage for six months, etc etc etc...

I still feel like shit.

There is only so much you can do for a person that doesn't want to help themselves. I offered to keep her insurance active thinking she might want to take advantage of seeing someone...

And by someone I meant a fucking shrink because she has lost a freakin' mind.

She informed me that she is just fine.

Personally, I don't define fine as coming into work an hour late each day, leaving an hour early and passing all your responsibilities onto someone else.

Wait...that is not only fine..it is smart. Well, until about the time she lost her job..but until then, brilliant.

I let this go on a year because she had a life changing event. After ten years of service, I am more than willing for an employee to have an emotional breakdown. As a matter of fact, if you work in my place for ten years, I encourage it.

However, she began to take advantage of my leniency and patience, which started other employees to talk of preferential treatment, which caused morale to go down the fucking toilet.

Fun fun fun.

As a friend said to me...It had to be done.

Yeah..it did. But that doesn't mean I can't feel like shit about it.

Well, Butter My Butt and Call Me a Biscuit

I actually managed to go an entire day without yelling, screaming or throwing any and all handy objects at my son.

I am so proud.

It was touch and go for a minute when he inquired as to when I planned to go grocery shopping whilst complaining of the lack of his preferred nourishment in the cupboards.

I did manage to force a smile and congratulated him on his love of Ramen Noodles. Simply because he is going to be eating them a good long time.

SCM is dealing with the son's sabbatical from life a lot worse than I. Although both of them hang around the house all day so they are bound to get on each other nerves.

At minimum, the snoring from the many naps required to survive all that late night gaming must be annoying.

In any case, I think I am just about ready for sainthood.

Unless one has to be dead...in which case...please put off submitting my name for a few years.

Holy shit. Am I a sucky blogger or what? I can't believe I have not posted shit in over a week.

As if I could possibly go that long with nothing to say.

HA!

So for your consideration, I present the highlights of the past week.

I worked, I slept, took several shits and probably picked my nose in my car a few times.

I know, amazing how I accomplished all that in a mere 9 days. Fortunately, I am a multitasker.

School has begun which results in my having to will my fat ass out of bed an hour earlier every day. I would think at nine years of age, the princess could fucking drive herself. A few phone books and a block of wood and she could reach the petals and see out the windshield just fine. I think she's just plain lazy.

I also need to announce that my wonderful son is taking time from school to find himself. Well, shit, I can help him with that.

He is in his room either sleeping until 2pm or playing guitar hero.

There...found. Now put down the controller, put out the joint and get the fuck out of my house.

I shouldn't be so hard on him. After all, he is quite adamant about having a plan.

"My plan is to mooch off of you until you throw my ass out."

Everyone needs a goal and I guess that one is as good as any other.

I'll get to checking up on the kewl kids' blogs really soon. Promise.

Peace.

I am in no mood.

Going home now to finish the ark.

Cockroaches and red ants aren't invited this time around.

Terry chimed in during my bitch shrink contemplation and asked

"Holy mother of christ!!

You seem so normal to be seeing a psychiatrist.

wtf happened??

You HAVE heard of SCM right? I would think I would be within my rights to say, nuff said. However, it is Sunday morning and since I hate the Catholic Church lately I will enlighten you kewl kids with some words of wisdom by Moi.

Not that I normally actually attend church service on Sunday. BAAAA. I am more of a C and E gal myself. But I do try to make it a habit of doing unto others or not speaking ill or whatever the fuck the big JC had to say about my ragging on the SCM in the written word.

Although I am inclined to call him a fucking prick to his face.

But I digress.

It occurred to me that many of you readers of RMDWAI have actually discovered me here.

So for you, my new friends, here is my story.

My first blog was lovingly titled, 100 Reasons Why I Hate My Husband. It was also hosted by blogger. It did grow enough to deserve its own domain name. WhyIhatemyhusbanddotcom. Don't bother clicking it, it crashed one fine day and even though I still "rent" the name, it has been stuck in neutral for well over a year now. Possibly two.

After getting over 100,000 hit, I did make it to the one hundredth reason before it crashed and burned. Some still think that was planned and have never found me again. It really was not. I don't know if I would have continued to write on that site but I certainly would have left it up. It was a great site that my good friend worked hard to make and I loved so many things about it.

But alas....

This followed Peanut Butter which SCM found and that one I pulled out of guilt.

Which brought us all here.

Back to Terry's original question. I think 100 Reasons was a kind of cheap therapy. I was able to get out my animosity in a humorous way and still retain my sanity.

However, now I have the stinky bastard back in my house, annoying the shit out of me once again and no place to vent about it. Does he read this blog? Maybe but I don't give a flying fig. If so, dear, stop fucking pawing all over me. I fucking HATE THAT. Also, following me to the bathroom isn't endearing, it is fucking annoying and a little sad.

CUT IT OUT.

Sigh...

Believe me kids, with all this fucking anger, Chris in therapy makes the world a much safer place.

I am going to cross the line today and blast organized religion.

Collectively the people that run organized religion are a bunch of political, greedy, self serving pieces of dog shit.

Discuss.

I'll be on the phone yelling at the priest of the local parish for attempting to extort more fucking money out of me in the name of the "Lord".

May your weekend be blessed by whatever god,celestial body, spiritual leader or bologna sandwich that gives you comfort.

Peace.