Snarky's Machine

No, not SHARKY'S machine, Snarky's. Bag O'Rock's sequel. Moving away and no longer looking over my shoulder. Whatta relief!

Yes, Meg, I'm still surrounded by idiots. Some of 'em are moving on, which makes me happy. LOVED the card, got it last night. And there's plenty of "dog" people around here, too. They view me as the Crazy Cat Lady. I think I'll go chuck hairballs at them...

Surprise, surpise! Baldo continues to push people out by not showing them a whiff of consideration. As predictable, he's not here. He never comes in the Friday before a holiday since the office closes 2 hours early. Hey, that's a deeper breath for me. I like three days off. Three more days I ain't here to deal with these twits. Pinochet continues to annoy, and is overstepping massive boundaries by bossing the tech people around. Sing it with me Patti Lupone-style...Don't Cry at all when she's fired! A kick in the ass is coming... To quote Dexter, I kill me, I swear!

Tuesday is another interview! Communications company. The Sr. VP of marketing and project planning needs some help. Sounds good. I'll steam press my lovely suit with my adorable iron I got for Christmas and see how this goes. ABC wanted me there from 9-7 with mandatory overtime. Um, NO. I am not traveling from the upper west side at 8 or 9 pm at night only to get up at 6 am and do it again day after day. Nope, sorry, no wonder the current employee's leaving. I am also doing a yippee skippee happy dance over my new coffee grinder. I don't even have to drink any coffee, I just sniff the velvety crushed grounds and my brain smiles awake. Heaven in a cup!

Tomorrow I'm off to a blood test to check how my liver, sugars, and lipids are doing and then I'm posting mega MEGA items on eBay. I've got too many damn books and makeup samples. I'm sure either college kids or housewives in the midwest would love this stuff. Besides, I need the money. My tax refund came in and it's like bran--it goes IN, and now it's going OUT. Ho hum.

But first, a quick spin this afternoon at a public session. I got to watch the men's event last night since my fellow gossip maven had an "event" at Chelsea Piers. I would have loved to see him this morning, but I'm glad I got to see the whole competition. Johnny missed a jump, but overall gave a good performance and ended in 5th place. Scott Hamilton came in 5th in his first Olympics (1980) and so did Brian Boitano (1984). They went on to win gold in their second Olympics (1984 & 1988). 2010 is Jwe's year. Plushenko took it all, no surprise there. Lysacek redeemed himself and Shawn Sawyer of Canada was looking really good. Buttle and Lambiel are pleasant to watch. Ice dancing's on tonight. I'm polishing my sunglasses to keep those hideous costumes from blinding me. Does anyone outside of ballroom dancing really know what a rhinestone headache feels like? EEEEK!

Since I did my clothes laundry earlier this week, now I can do the blanket-towel-everything-else laundry tomorrow. I'm probably breathing in little bitty spores. Icky!

Oh, I love days like this....it's slow, no one's here, and no one cares. That last bit never changes, but the other two things are oh SO nice!