...and I'm NOT a Backstreet Boys fanatic.
I'd bring this bird home with me in a heartbeat. SO CUTE!!
The best part is his bow at the end. What a showman!
Friday, December 28, 2007
I'm NEVER Sleeping Again!!
By setting this goal, I've guaranteed myself that I'll never have a repeat of last night's horribly unsettling nightmare from hell dream.
I won't go into details. Partially because I wish no one to ever know about the horrible visions that haunted my rest. But also because I hope that the images I currently have will somehow fade over time and become as if they had never happened.
But I really must say that it disturbs me that I dream about my co-workers having sex with each other. It really does. Thank GOODNESS I only saw them prepare for sex and never actually had to witness the bumping of the uglies.
Blah!!
Ms.B
p.s. Mischief, you don't even want to know, I promise!!
I won't go into details. Partially because I wish no one to ever know about the horrible visions that haunted my rest. But also because I hope that the images I currently have will somehow fade over time and become as if they had never happened.
But I really must say that it disturbs me that I dream about my co-workers having sex with each other. It really does. Thank GOODNESS I only saw them prepare for sex and never actually had to witness the bumping of the uglies.
Blah!!
Ms.B
p.s. Mischief, you don't even want to know, I promise!!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wouldn't you know it
Two of our three staff-targeting caseworkers spoke with the psychologist, Dr. G., on Friday about getting "Letters of Recommendation".
Perhaps for school, but also maybe, for new job opportunities?
Merry Christmas!
Ironically, I've gotten along swimmingly with the people in that office ever since I decided to be sappy sweet and ignore the drama. What they say about me (and others) behind closed doors, I have no clue. But at least there is a professional relationship there now where none existed before. And at the end of the day, that is all that really matters.
It will be interesting to see what develops from this though.
*begins the long wait*
Ms.B
Perhaps for school, but also maybe, for new job opportunities?
Merry Christmas!
Ironically, I've gotten along swimmingly with the people in that office ever since I decided to be sappy sweet and ignore the drama. What they say about me (and others) behind closed doors, I have no clue. But at least there is a professional relationship there now where none existed before. And at the end of the day, that is all that really matters.
It will be interesting to see what develops from this though.
*begins the long wait*
Ms.B
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Happy Christmas
Since the family came over last night for the yearly festivities, today was rather quiet and uneventful.
BLISS!
Hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season! I can't believe that 2007 is almost gone. Wow
Ms.B
BLISS!
Hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season! I can't believe that 2007 is almost gone. Wow
Ms.B
Monday, December 24, 2007
You really do learn something new every day
Today, for example, it was discovered that Gus is able to hold an entire (un-peeled) orange in his mouth. More interestingly, he loves to eat orange segments. Not sure how healthy they are for him but I suppose they can't do much more damage than the romain lettuce did last Friday. He's certainly not on his way to being a vegetarian, but he is discovering the new flavors of life.
I realize I share photos frequently, but an artist friend from my City of Heroes game painted us a picture of him and I really must show off her fine talent. To say that I am envious of her abilities is an understatement.
Ms.B
Thursday, December 20, 2007
When you just can't keep it inside...
I saw a picture on the internet a few months ago. It was shocking. It was horrifying. It was disturbing.
Ever since that moment, the visual of the picture has popped into my mind at random moments. Each time I'd cringe.
Today, I finally could stand it no longer. I had to makeWorm Girl Mischief look at it too. In my defense, she was telling me about a dream she had involving worms coming out of someone's back side, so really, showing her the picture was not a cruel form of punishment.
If you too want to experience the shock and horror, click HERE. Be warned that the image will burn itself onto your retinas and never EVER leave.
Regardless of whether it is real or a computer generated image, every sane woman on the planet should have a vomit bucket on hand when they view this picture.
Mischief and I are still dry heaving over having looked at it today.
UGH! Who lets their tittie get THAT bad... WHO??
Ms.B
Ever since that moment, the visual of the picture has popped into my mind at random moments. Each time I'd cringe.
Today, I finally could stand it no longer. I had to make
If you too want to experience the shock and horror, click HERE. Be warned that the image will burn itself onto your retinas and never EVER leave.
Regardless of whether it is real or a computer generated image, every sane woman on the planet should have a vomit bucket on hand when they view this picture.
Mischief and I are still dry heaving over having looked at it today.
UGH! Who lets their tittie get THAT bad... WHO??
Ms.B
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Do they now?
Today, as the shift was coming to an end, Mischief spent some time surfing through "Homes for Sale" websites. I didn't realize what she was doing until she said:
Beautiful house, but there are power lines in the back yard!
I took a minor offense to the comment since she's been to the Haven and knows that there is a single pole in the back that has a wire running our power to the house.
I mentioned that after a while, you don't really notice stuff like a power line... especially when its back behind your house.
She insisted that power lines, the BIG ONES, were bad news.
Power lines give you cancer! she said with finality.
Then she went outside for a cigarette break.
Ms.B
Beautiful house, but there are power lines in the back yard!
I took a minor offense to the comment since she's been to the Haven and knows that there is a single pole in the back that has a wire running our power to the house.
I mentioned that after a while, you don't really notice stuff like a power line... especially when its back behind your house.
She insisted that power lines, the BIG ONES, were bad news.
Power lines give you cancer! she said with finality.
Then she went outside for a cigarette break.
Ms.B
Monday, December 17, 2007
What NOT to do in an interview: Part 3
The proper title of this entry might actually be: "What not to do if you want be asked to come in for an interview."
With the most expensive of all holidays looming before us, the number of applicants at the care center has drastically increased. Fortunately, most of the potential employees have been rather decent. Of course, amongst the good, there are also a few bad eggs.
This morning, for example.
I recognized the woman when she showed up because she had just called me on the phone about half an hour earlier to ask if we were hiring. She took the application from me and I assisted her, along with her husband, to the conference room so that they could sit down to fill out the papers. Half an hour later it was the husband who returned to the office and handed me the application which had been neatly filled out by the wife. Apparently it was him that was looking for work. (Strike One) As they left I placed the application on my desk and made a mental note to run it out to Mr.J, the Housekeeping Supervisor.
Moments later all hell broke loose. Mr. and Mrs. Applicant went moseying up the hallway, ignored a number of posted signs, and walk over the top of a freshly waxed (and still drying) floor that Mr.J was working on.
Mr.J: Woah, Hold on. You can't go this way!
Mrs.A: Well, we are new here and didn't know which way to go!
Mr.J: Go the other way. I'm waxing the floor here!
Mrs.A: *looks down at the ruined floor then continues to walk over it* Well, do it again.... asshole.
At this point, the stunned Mr.J began to defend himself verbally. Not sure exactly what was said, but its a guarantee that there were choice words involved.
A fuming Mrs.A then rushed back to the office area where she encountered the Administrator, of all people, and told him that If that man over there talks to me again like that I'll have his ass!!!!
Office staff then did damage control by distracting the woman and ushering her and her husband out through a more appropriate exit. (Strikes 2,3,4,5, infinity!)
.........
The Administrator wandered into the office a short while later and we had a good laugh over it all. Mrs.A took a card from me with my name and our company number shortly before she went completely insane. There is a good chance that she will be anticipating a call from us. When that doesn't come, I am sure she'll be the one to touch base. I can picture the conversation now.
WHAT I WILL SAY:
Mrs.A: I'm calling to follow up on the application that we filled out the other day.
Ms.B: I'm sorry. We are unable to offer your husband a job. Good luck!
WHAT I'D LIKE TO SAY:
Mrs.A: I'm calling to follow up on the application that we filled out the other day.
Ms.B: You crazy bitch! That guy you verbally assaulted in the hallway was the supervisor who would have hired your husband. Now that he knows you are completely off your rocker there is no way on earth he'll even consider contacting your husband for an interview. Happy Holidays! *click*
Ms.B
With the most expensive of all holidays looming before us, the number of applicants at the care center has drastically increased. Fortunately, most of the potential employees have been rather decent. Of course, amongst the good, there are also a few bad eggs.
This morning, for example.
I recognized the woman when she showed up because she had just called me on the phone about half an hour earlier to ask if we were hiring. She took the application from me and I assisted her, along with her husband, to the conference room so that they could sit down to fill out the papers. Half an hour later it was the husband who returned to the office and handed me the application which had been neatly filled out by the wife. Apparently it was him that was looking for work. (Strike One) As they left I placed the application on my desk and made a mental note to run it out to Mr.J, the Housekeeping Supervisor.
Moments later all hell broke loose. Mr. and Mrs. Applicant went moseying up the hallway, ignored a number of posted signs, and walk over the top of a freshly waxed (and still drying) floor that Mr.J was working on.
Mr.J: Woah, Hold on. You can't go this way!
Mrs.A: Well, we are new here and didn't know which way to go!
Mr.J: Go the other way. I'm waxing the floor here!
Mrs.A: *looks down at the ruined floor then continues to walk over it* Well, do it again.... asshole.
At this point, the stunned Mr.J began to defend himself verbally. Not sure exactly what was said, but its a guarantee that there were choice words involved.
A fuming Mrs.A then rushed back to the office area where she encountered the Administrator, of all people, and told him that If that man over there talks to me again like that I'll have his ass!!!!
Office staff then did damage control by distracting the woman and ushering her and her husband out through a more appropriate exit. (Strikes 2,3,4,5, infinity!)
.........
The Administrator wandered into the office a short while later and we had a good laugh over it all. Mrs.A took a card from me with my name and our company number shortly before she went completely insane. There is a good chance that she will be anticipating a call from us. When that doesn't come, I am sure she'll be the one to touch base. I can picture the conversation now.
WHAT I WILL SAY:
Mrs.A: I'm calling to follow up on the application that we filled out the other day.
Ms.B: I'm sorry. We are unable to offer your husband a job. Good luck!
WHAT I'D LIKE TO SAY:
Mrs.A: I'm calling to follow up on the application that we filled out the other day.
Ms.B: You crazy bitch! That guy you verbally assaulted in the hallway was the supervisor who would have hired your husband. Now that he knows you are completely off your rocker there is no way on earth he'll even consider contacting your husband for an interview. Happy Holidays! *click*
Ms.B
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sometimes it only takes 15 seconds to have an Adventure
The DH was in a silly mood. He ran around the room making "Weeeeee" sounds and riling up the dogs into a barking frenzy. I sarcastically told him that he was 'nuts' and that the neighbors could probably see him through the window. He glanced at the front window, which, though open, was semi-blocked by our Christmas Tree. Knowing that no one could see him through the tree, he dropped his pants and started jiggling and wiggling, his 'goodies' flapping to and fro.
My mouth hung open in shock and bemused horror.
It wasn't until his pants were once again pulled up that I pointed out to him that the window on the side of our house was wide open and visible to about three of our neighbors homes.
The horror!
Ms.B
My mouth hung open in shock and bemused horror.
It wasn't until his pants were once again pulled up that I pointed out to him that the window on the side of our house was wide open and visible to about three of our neighbors homes.
The horror!
Ms.B
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Can't sleep
I wonder why it is that Friday nights are challenging when it comes to bedtime. For the past few weeks the clock has ticked away with no Ms.Behaved in her bed. Maybe I just don't want the weekend to begin... because then it will end. Friday nights are far to short.
Damn.
Ms.B
Damn.
Ms.B
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Mr. G's Nuts
Wednesday afternoons are the designated time for the weekly management staff meetings at the care center. Recent developments, upcoming events and resolutions are discussed with enthusiasm and vigor. Most weeks I manage to stay awake through it.
Today's meeting ended on a high note.
Mischief: Do we want to hold our behavior team meeting the Friday before Christmas?
Director of Nursing: NO!
*all those in attendance snicker at the swift response of the DoN*
Program Director: DoN wants to get out of a meeting, I can tell.
Mischief: The only reason I ask is that Dr.G (the psychologist) has a tradition of bringing a can of nuts to share with the staff during that meeting. We discuss our topics and the nuts are passed around the table and fingered by all the staff!
*all those in attendance snicker because Mischief said "fingered" in meeting*
Then came the zinger.
Program Director: If we could all avoid fingering Dr.G's nuts, it would be appreciated.
........
High fives were given. Eyes were full of tears. It took a good three minutes for the belly laughs to stop. Then the assistant administrator said she couldn't get the visual out of her head and we all cracked up all over again.
Ms.B
Today's meeting ended on a high note.
Mischief: Do we want to hold our behavior team meeting the Friday before Christmas?
Director of Nursing: NO!
*all those in attendance snicker at the swift response of the DoN*
Program Director: DoN wants to get out of a meeting, I can tell.
Mischief: The only reason I ask is that Dr.G (the psychologist) has a tradition of bringing a can of nuts to share with the staff during that meeting. We discuss our topics and the nuts are passed around the table and fingered by all the staff!
*all those in attendance snicker because Mischief said "fingered" in meeting*
Then came the zinger.
Program Director: If we could all avoid fingering Dr.G's nuts, it would be appreciated.
........
High fives were given. Eyes were full of tears. It took a good three minutes for the belly laughs to stop. Then the assistant administrator said she couldn't get the visual out of her head and we all cracked up all over again.
Ms.B
Monday, December 10, 2007
I like her
When the DH first begged me to bring her home I was annoyed. I thought we had PLENTY of pets already and I could not fathom the idea of another furry critter running around. She was feisty and high maintenance for the first few weeks. The desire to bond with her was non-existant.
But somehow, as time has gone by, she's mellowed out and she's really quite sweet now.
And she thinks she's a dog. Even sleeps at my feet.
Strange Conversations
One of the Housekeeping staff at the Care Center adores my pug. Every time she sees me I know exactly what she'll say:
How is my, er, I mean YOUR dog?
A few days ago she caught me off guard though.
How is your dog? I want to take him home and spend the night with him. I like him better than my husband.
I know she
Perhaps I didn't realize how much she really does like him!
Love Men Who Can Sing
Some people say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. The way to a woman's heart isn't so obvious, though many would probably say money.
The way to Ms.Behaved's heart is to sing like an angel--- and look hot while doing it. There is a new DVD rental option sweeping the nation called "Red Box". While at the grocery store last weekend the DH and I stopped at the kiosk and perused the videos available there. He picked "Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer" and I chose "Hairspray".
Watching the video did two things. It has turned my DH into a "Hairspray" fanatic. And it has me crushing madly on James Marsden. The man can sing. He did nothing for me in "X-Men" (He played Cyclops, for the record.). And I can't even recall his character in "The Notebook". But the guy opened his mouth and sang a pretty tune in a musical and my heart went pitty pat!
*swoon*
DH, I know you read this. I hope its okay if I have a mad crush on some random Hollywood type that is married with children. If you will pardon me my indiscretion, I give you full permission to lust after Jessica Alba, Halle Berry AND Angelina Jolie.
Fair trade?
Ms.B
Friday, December 7, 2007
Really now, It's been over 2 years....
Rain was coming down in sheets today during the drive to work. Horrible weather couldn't get me down though because, although cold and rain are not favorite weather conditions of mine, it is Friday. Friday, plus I had some fun music playing on the radio and a warm cup of cocoa in my drink holder. Happy day.
About half way through my 30 minute trip I was annoyed to realize that my cell phone was vibrating in my pocket.
Who the hell is calling me before 9:00 a.m. on a Friday?
I decided it must be my wonderful Daddy calling to give me an update on the new tires he has ordered for my vehicle so I risked life and limb to reach under the seatbelt and extract my phone while driving one-handed on the freeway in a huge storm.
WEEEEEEEE! FUN!
I didn't recognize the number on the I.D. when I finally managed to work the phone free of my pocket but since I'd gone to all the trouble of retrieving it, I picked up anyway.
Ms.B: (in a slightly annoyed voice) "Hello?"
Mystery Person: "Waa wah waah mrstchll,wah?"
Ms.B: "Pardon me? I couldn't hear you."
Mystery Person: "Is wah wah wah MICHELLE MITCHELL?"
Ms.B: *rolls eyes* *gnashes teeth* *composes herself* "Uh, no. This hasn't been her phone number for over 2 years!"
Mystery Person: Oh... sorry. Thank you!
*CLICK*
...GAH! Maybe I better change my phone number. Sheesh!! Except, then I'd probably get calls for someone named Frank, or Billy, or Joe. And I'd miss my long chats with Michelle's mother. O.o
Ms.B
About half way through my 30 minute trip I was annoyed to realize that my cell phone was vibrating in my pocket.
Who the hell is calling me before 9:00 a.m. on a Friday?
I decided it must be my wonderful Daddy calling to give me an update on the new tires he has ordered for my vehicle so I risked life and limb to reach under the seatbelt and extract my phone while driving one-handed on the freeway in a huge storm.
WEEEEEEEE! FUN!
I didn't recognize the number on the I.D. when I finally managed to work the phone free of my pocket but since I'd gone to all the trouble of retrieving it, I picked up anyway.
Ms.B: (in a slightly annoyed voice) "Hello?"
Mystery Person: "Waa wah waah mrstchll,wah?"
Ms.B: "Pardon me? I couldn't hear you."
Mystery Person: "Is wah wah wah MICHELLE MITCHELL?"
Ms.B: *rolls eyes* *gnashes teeth* *composes herself* "Uh, no. This hasn't been her phone number for over 2 years!"
Mystery Person: Oh... sorry. Thank you!
*CLICK*
...GAH! Maybe I better change my phone number. Sheesh!! Except, then I'd probably get calls for someone named Frank, or Billy, or Joe. And I'd miss my long chats with Michelle's mother. O.o
Ms.B
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Warm Fuzzies
Today the Program Director asked me to run an advertisement for staff in the local newspaper, which made me very happy. Running an add means that I get to call Paul.
Paul has been the facility contact for what seems like forever. Each time I call in to run advertisements we spend a minute or two gabbing about life. He knew when I got engaged, bought a house, and other such milestones. He gives me updates on his home remodeling, his boyfriend, and other adventures he's having. Once we played the "What I'd Guess You Look Like Based on Your Voice" game. I was surprisingly accurate. He was pretty close as well. Nice.
I've never actually met the man, and probably never will, but we chat as if we've been friends all our lives when I call in an advertisement (which is usually at least once a month.)
Though its smart to assume he has a good working relationship with all the accounts he places ads for I've always suspected I was a favorite of his and today I received my validation.
When he realized it was me on the phone he became very animated.
I've been thinking about you! They re-arranged some of the accounts here at the paper and they were going to assign you to another person! (Ms.B: *GASP* *heart attack*) I told them that they could NOT take you because you were a good friend of mine. So I am still your contact! Yay!
It just might go down in history as the most sincere and sweet compliment that any gay man has ever paid a married woman he never met.
Ms.B
Paul has been the facility contact for what seems like forever. Each time I call in to run advertisements we spend a minute or two gabbing about life. He knew when I got engaged, bought a house, and other such milestones. He gives me updates on his home remodeling, his boyfriend, and other adventures he's having. Once we played the "What I'd Guess You Look Like Based on Your Voice" game. I was surprisingly accurate. He was pretty close as well. Nice.
I've never actually met the man, and probably never will, but we chat as if we've been friends all our lives when I call in an advertisement (which is usually at least once a month.)
Though its smart to assume he has a good working relationship with all the accounts he places ads for I've always suspected I was a favorite of his and today I received my validation.
When he realized it was me on the phone he became very animated.
I've been thinking about you! They re-arranged some of the accounts here at the paper and they were going to assign you to another person! (Ms.B: *GASP* *heart attack*) I told them that they could NOT take you because you were a good friend of mine. So I am still your contact! Yay!
It just might go down in history as the most sincere and sweet compliment that any gay man has ever paid a married woman he never met.
Ms.B
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
If you are grossed out by bathroom humor don't read this post!
When I was in junior high there was a hilarious entry called "The Poopie List" that made its rounds through my school. This list of Christmas songs that I just posted reminded me of that old list. Wouldn't you know, it didn't take long to find it online. Pretty much how I remember it though there are a few new Poopies that have been added since 'back-in-the-day'.
THE POOPIE LIST
Bathroom Humor at its finest:
Ghost Poopie
The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.
Clean Poopie
The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.
Wet Poopie
The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and underwear so you won't ruin them with a stain.
Second Wave Poopie
This happens when you're done Poopie-ing and you've pulled up your pants to your knees, and you realize that you have to Poopie some more.
Pop-A-Vein-In-Your-Forehead-Poopie
The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
Gassy Poopie
It's so noisy, everyone within earshot is laughing.
Drinker Poopie
The kind of Poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
Lincoln Log Poopie
The kind of Poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
Corn Poopie
Self-explanatory.
Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poopie Poopie
The kind where you want to Poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
Spinal Tap Poopie
That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you would swear it was leaving you sideways.
Wet Cheeks Poopie (The Power Dump)
The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt gets splashed with water.
Liquid Poopie
The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.
Mexican Poopie
It smells so bad your nose burns.
The Dangling Poopie
This Poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done Poopie-ing it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.
The Floater Poopie (A Ms.B addition!)
The kind of poopie that is so buoyant, you have to cover it with three layers of toilet paper and flush twice to get it to go down.
The Surprise Poopie
You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you're about to fart, but oops.......a Poopie!!!
THE POOPIE LIST
Bathroom Humor at its finest:
Ghost Poopie
The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.
Clean Poopie
The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.
Wet Poopie
The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and underwear so you won't ruin them with a stain.
Second Wave Poopie
This happens when you're done Poopie-ing and you've pulled up your pants to your knees, and you realize that you have to Poopie some more.
Pop-A-Vein-In-Your-Forehead-Poopie
The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
Gassy Poopie
It's so noisy, everyone within earshot is laughing.
Drinker Poopie
The kind of Poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
Lincoln Log Poopie
The kind of Poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
Corn Poopie
Self-explanatory.
Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poopie Poopie
The kind where you want to Poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
Spinal Tap Poopie
That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you would swear it was leaving you sideways.
Wet Cheeks Poopie (The Power Dump)
The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt gets splashed with water.
Liquid Poopie
The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.
Mexican Poopie
It smells so bad your nose burns.
The Dangling Poopie
This Poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done Poopie-ing it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.
The Floater Poopie (A Ms.B addition!)
The kind of poopie that is so buoyant, you have to cover it with three layers of toilet paper and flush twice to get it to go down.
The Surprise Poopie
You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you're about to fart, but oops.......a Poopie!!!
Blah... again.
Me no feel good. Me sick.
Stuffy nose.
Itchy throat.
Coughing.
Aching.
Watery Eyes.
Tired. So tired.
I are so, so sick!
If there are any independently wealthy people in the world that want to adopt a 30-year-old woman, please consider me. You can spoil me rotten.
And then I can afford to stay home on days like this. Blah!
........
Such is the reality of life when you were already sick for a day the week prior to this. I don't DARE call in to work for a few weeks lest they think I am faking it and get very angry with me.
Perhaps if I mailed them my snotty tissues as validation.
Stuffy nose.
Itchy throat.
Coughing.
Aching.
Watery Eyes.
Tired. So tired.
I are so, so sick!
If there are any independently wealthy people in the world that want to adopt a 30-year-old woman, please consider me. You can spoil me rotten.
And then I can afford to stay home on days like this. Blah!
........
Such is the reality of life when you were already sick for a day the week prior to this. I don't DARE call in to work for a few weeks lest they think I am faking it and get very angry with me.
Perhaps if I mailed them my snotty tissues as validation.
I received this through e-mail:
What better way to reach out to new communities than with these new age adaptation of some classic Christmas Carols:
* 1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
* 2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are
* 3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
* 4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
* 5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....
* 6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
* 7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
* 8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why
* 9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?
* 10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder -- - Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Hmmm... For Christmas it would seem that there should be twelve...? Perhaps I should try to come up with two more!
Ms.B
.............
I've got it!
* 11. Antisocial personality disorder --- Oh Shit. Here Comes Santa Claus
* 12. Schizotypal personality disorder --- I Saw Mommy F*#!ing Santa Claus
And now the list is complete!
Ms.B
* 1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
* 2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are
* 3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
* 4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
* 5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....
* 6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
* 7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
* 8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why
* 9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?
* 10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder -- - Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Hmmm... For Christmas it would seem that there should be twelve...? Perhaps I should try to come up with two more!
Ms.B
.............
I've got it!
* 11. Antisocial personality disorder --- Oh Shit. Here Comes Santa Claus
* 12. Schizotypal personality disorder --- I Saw Mommy F*#!ing Santa Claus
And now the list is complete!
Ms.B
Monday, December 3, 2007
Blog Therapy II
"Once upon a time there were four caseworkers. All four were talented, caring, and supportive of the individuals on their caseload. Alas, there was an unwritten rule that there must always be one caseworker in the office who was picked on and targeted. Two of the four made life a living hell for the targeted staff member, she quit, and then a good friend of one of the two was hired to fill the empty slot. Leaving a fourth, who had never before been targeted, who wasn't part of their clique.
And thus it was that the three of them hooked up and created misery for this fourth one, even though she was a hard worker who truly cared about the people she worked with and avoided the drama when possible. "
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PREDICTION: This caseworker will quit. They will hire a friend of theirs, again. But once again there will need to be an odd man out, and they will be sure to find one. If I was the one of the three who was dating someone from maintenance (who was un-approved of by the other two) I would be worried. I wonder if she thinks that far ahead or can see the writing on the wall?
Ms.B
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