Friday, February 4, 2005

Bitch-Slapping 101

Yup, it's payday.



How am I supposed to live with five huge utility bills, remain skating, feed cats, clothe myself, pay the MTA for the privilege of getting me to work late each morning and eat? Apparently, I'm supposed to do it with a whopping total of $96.00 left after each "paycheck". They don't even kiss me. (I don't know about you, kiddies, but I liked to be kissed while I'm getting fucked.)



A new job can't come fast enough. All I want is $300 more per paycheck, and I wouldn't be sucking seawater while drowning. I might actually get to float on some debris for a while like Kate Winslet did in "Titanic." So much for sleeping late Saturdays, I'll be here pounding away on my keyboard and faxing "opportunities" out. If this shithole can pay Nandy and the Idiot Crew to keep their luscious mansions in Old Greenwich, they can pay the phone bill while I email and fax on their dime. My phone bill is high enough, and kinko's is a joke.



And we're supposed to be happy about the whole thing. HA! As if we're privileged to even HAVE jobs. Women don't bitch and complain, or negotiate. I do all three, and when I'm ignored, I walk out. I refuse to kill myself for this job.



I am also happy to note that my former boss, who was demoted by one of the narcissists here and was smart enough to quit, is now the Managing Editor of one of THE better papers in California. He's still in the news business, we all know about it, and he can thumb his nose at this idiot. I'm proud to know this guy, he's a class act all the way. Shame I can't work for him anymore, but at least I can live knowing what a great team really does for a sense of self-worth. Good people in good situations can really do great things. That's what I've learned. This place now is basically driftwood. I am also formally renaming my current supervisor as Bag of Rocks.



Why give names away, I say? Nicknames are much more fun.



With all this stress, I realize I might have to give up my Avon habit. ACK! How will I go on...oh I need to lie down now.



yuck

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