Dogs, not popes. RATZINGER. Does he zing rats? Whatta name! I was sure Tettamanzi was going to get it, too. Oh well. Even the Columbian guy was pretty good. Oh well, life goes on.
In my ongoing effort to “play the game”, I am practicing my “game show host” voice when speaking with agencies and potential interviews on the phone. It’s fake, phony, and makes the veins pop out on my neck, but I gotta be in to win it. Speaking of winning it, I think I’m going to catch up on my lottery ticket purchases. RD is right, this whole “work” thing keeps getting in the way of living my life.
If I won tomorrow? I’d tell Baldo and Bag O’Rocks to go shove it, and visit Gus’s family in Churchill, Canada. (If this last reference threw any of you, Gus is the polar bear in Central Park. Natural Habitat Adventures has a 10-day trip to visit the bears in their home setting. You go out onto the land in a cocooned buggy, almost a two-ton tank, and they poke their killer paws and heads around the windows. Punk rock!) Then I’d proceed to Prague, Moscow, Yalta in summer, Alaska (Bullwinkles abound!), Bermuda—again, Mexico, Spain, Italy, Nepal, Bombay, Morocco, Kenya, Hong Kong, Australia, Monte Carlo (RD, wanna join me?), Paris, Germany, Korea, Ireland, Scotland, and the Cayman Islands. And Jamaica. In that order.
The Scratch and Stiff game, as the NY Post calls it, still HASN’T settled with their supposed winners from March 19’s drawing. If no closure arrives, I hear Eliot Spitzer’s getting involved. Our loving litigious pit bull will certainly halt future games or at least tear some hair out over the middle class getting fucked out of their rightful cash. He’s also making a nice run for governor, and that makes me oh SO happy! His website is quite the adventure, with lots of links, questions, comment sections, and his very own blog.
As for our lovely weather, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was going to rain out there. 74 degrees and it’s not even May! I smell a killer summer coming to get us…
And I did a lovely Janis Powell this morning and walked in half an hour late. I’m leaving at 5:40 to go to knitting today. Nothing is going to stop me, even the fact that I lied about the class. They sure as hell wouldn’t let me out of here early for a knitting class, so I told them I was taking a class downtown. Adult Education. Computers. HTML. Design. They were impressed. I am amused. Knittin’ Kitten is sharpening her claws!
Let’s see what Meredith from Atrium staffing has in store for me. I wrote a lovely email last night about all the reasons WHY I need to get the fuck out of here. I’m seriously considering leaving even if they DON’T offer me 40K. 39? 38? Buh Bye. It’s still more than what I have now. And less headaches will make me more productive.
The big question is, should I bring a camera to capture the Kodak moment for when I tell them I’m leaving?
Oh, that’s going to be soooo much fun.
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