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It's almost time to get dinner on, and that thought is distracting me. I'm just about ready to begin when my husband, who is reclined on the couch, watching ancient golf telecasts, begins acting as a shouting intermediary between my kids and I. "MaaWWwwm? Can I have some candy?" my son shouts down the stairs.
"Honey can he have some candy?" my husband shouts to me...as if I couldn't hear my son.
"We're about to have dinner!", I remind him.
"We're having dinner soon!", he blasts back to my son.
"Anna is having some!", my son replies, louder this time, verbally expressing the unfairness of his sister having sweets, whilst he may not.
"Are you aware of that?" my husband asks.
No! I was not aware of that, I think to myself, I am in my private space, trying to write!! Why don't you get off your ass and handle that...
Anyhoo, then there is work. That's been weighing me down too. People don't like change, and I just dropped a huge crap sandwich of it on my employees' collective laps. I have been prozac-ish, yes I meant the antidepressant, with the transition myself, attempting to model calm and positivity. In reality, there have been moments when I have wanted to lose my shit, on their asses, but good leaders don't do that!
It's times like these, combined with my insurance company battles (those bastards are cutting reimbursement for medical services (my line of real life work) by as much as 50%) that make me wish I worked at the Gap. When was the last time you were happy about a 50% pay cut? All while the premiums for the aforementioned companies increased for their customers! I'm even personally insured by one of these companies! Oh, what a lovely day it would be when I could clock in and clock out, collect a paycheck, and schmooze all of the blandly dressed casual set, on "2 FOR 1" t-shirt day! I would leave my job behind me when I walked out the door, and enjoy an employee discount on all of the youthful, cottony apparel I could dream of!
But alas, there isn't a Gap around here, and they pay like shit. Not that you would guess that from the amount of money the CEO of Abercrombie bonused himself last year...a scant $26 mill. I am sure in creating such a healthy profit mix for investors, he saw to it that clothing manufacturing remained in the US, his employees were fairly compensated, including front-line retail staff, and the prices of the clothes remained stable. Sadly, cotton prices are rising. Poor sod will likely see a drastic reduction in his bonus next year...or will he? Clothing prices are rising instead. When the company, who manufacturers oil drilling platforms, you know, the same one that made possible the worst oil disaster in US history, awarded themselves SAFETY bonuses this year, yes I am serious thank you very much, I just about lost it. What is happening around here? How can I talk about pubic hair when people are being so stupid?
Don't get me started on all of the insanity that is brewing around me! How can I recommend beauty products when my home value has dropped 40%, and in all likelihood it will take the rest of my life-time for it to recover enough value to cover what I owe on it? This while the pricks who caused the real estate bubble and burst it, enjoy record bonuses and tax protection! Even Borders, the bookstore in bankruptcy, had a judge allow them to continue paying bonuses...to the CEOs that let them go bankrupt! Top executive talent if you ask me.
And what about the fuckers from Fox, who told the world that the JCrew exec who painted her four year old son's toe nails cotton-candy pink was messing with his gender identity! REALLY??? Then my son is fucked, cause he has had the same treatment plus worn his sister's dress up clothes and been slathered in make-up. Can't we just sit around and talk about how to give a great blow-job without all the idiotic blathering!
Everyone I know is getting divorced, women in Pakistan are treated like cattle, that is, if men gang-raped cattle, and our financial future is like a bad soft porn plot... full of foreshadowing that someone is about to get fucked very very badly. I mean really, what girl likes to be screwed like that with a dick that big??? Thanks porn industry for perpetuating bad sex!
Please excuse my raging potty mouth...when I am pissed things get cloudy. I could go on and on over all of these things that are depressing the will to write, right the hell out of me. "Cut it out!" I shout once more to my ball licking dog. "MaWWWwwmmmm! Is dinner ready?" my son shouts. I swear if my husband repeats this to me, from his hours old claim on the couch, I might honor kill him! Duty calls, and I am still in a shitty mood! We'll have to talk about blow jobs later....
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