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tinhuvielartanisI can't wait 'til 2003....just can't wait!
It must be better than this year. I swear, I feel like screaming.
Here's what happened yesterday:
1) I got a letter from my lawyer telling me that he's dropping the case and I have until 3 January to find other arrangements; otherwise, I'm screwed. Big Business strikes again!
2) It was announced that we're no longer part of the music division of the company I work for. We're now under the 'services' division as of 1 January, which makes me even more of a corporate slave than before, but without the music perks, I'm certain.
3) Aunt Tudi and I attempted to go to the Solstice gathering at the UU church but, instead, ended up in the biggest frigging traffic jam of all time. I moved about 50 feet in 30 minutes and almost got hit by a rich floosie in a SAAB just because she wanted to be in my lane. Road Rage doesn't even cover my mood at that moment. When it was 5 minutes before the service to begin and we were still jammed up and about 15 miles away from the church, I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ealdthryth and told her that there was no way we could make it. We were both quite disappointed.....
(all of this the very day after I have to spend my last few bucks to get a battery for the car.......DAMNATION)
This morning started out with my boss hanging over me talking about her grandchildren. I'm sorry, I know this is totally out of seasonal festive mood, but I so hate her and her snobby little grandchildren. If she got any more conservative, she'd scare away Lawrence Welk. Like a friend and coworker once said about another manager here: she's the oatmeal woman...white and dry!
Oh, no, the economy hasn't affected her or her family....she's part of the upper crust that thinks everything that has been going on is a good thing. Her grandchildren wear uniforms to school. Her son travels on his job and built his house in the mountains of Tennessee.
She drives an SUV and a Camry.
It's people like her and her picture-book family that make me sick. Oblivious to everyone else, picking flowers off the backs of regular people as they grind their faces into the ground with their pedicured feet, these people support the initiatives for which Bush is aiming. They WANT war in Iraq so they can fill their gas-guzzling SUV's full of cheap gasoline. They thrill at the thought of the only jobs out there being service jobs so they of course can be serviced.
I wonder how the boss would feel if, after the Bush folks eradicate women's rights, her dear daughter-in-law is raped and has to bear the child? Of course, I'm certain there will be different rules for the Upper Class so they won't have to suffer the consequences of their own tyranny.
All I wanted was enough money to get out of this country and away from people like my boss. All I wanted was enough money to pay my debts and simplify my life to where I could stop being a corporate slave.
It's almost like the Mischief Spirits are pulling some overtime just to make certain that I don't get any slack these last few horrible days of 2002.
Yeah, I'm being a whiny butt. I admit it! And I will continue to be a whiny butt! It's all I currently enjoy and it seems it's all I can really depend on being there...my right to be a WHINEY BUTT!
It must be better than this year. I swear, I feel like screaming.
Here's what happened yesterday:
1) I got a letter from my lawyer telling me that he's dropping the case and I have until 3 January to find other arrangements; otherwise, I'm screwed. Big Business strikes again!
2) It was announced that we're no longer part of the music division of the company I work for. We're now under the 'services' division as of 1 January, which makes me even more of a corporate slave than before, but without the music perks, I'm certain.
3) Aunt Tudi and I attempted to go to the Solstice gathering at the UU church but, instead, ended up in the biggest frigging traffic jam of all time. I moved about 50 feet in 30 minutes and almost got hit by a rich floosie in a SAAB just because she wanted to be in my lane. Road Rage doesn't even cover my mood at that moment. When it was 5 minutes before the service to begin and we were still jammed up and about 15 miles away from the church, I called
ealdthryth and told her that there was no way we could make it. We were both quite disappointed.....(all of this the very day after I have to spend my last few bucks to get a battery for the car.......DAMNATION)
This morning started out with my boss hanging over me talking about her grandchildren. I'm sorry, I know this is totally out of seasonal festive mood, but I so hate her and her snobby little grandchildren. If she got any more conservative, she'd scare away Lawrence Welk. Like a friend and coworker once said about another manager here: she's the oatmeal woman...white and dry!
Oh, no, the economy hasn't affected her or her family....she's part of the upper crust that thinks everything that has been going on is a good thing. Her grandchildren wear uniforms to school. Her son travels on his job and built his house in the mountains of Tennessee.
She drives an SUV and a Camry.
It's people like her and her picture-book family that make me sick. Oblivious to everyone else, picking flowers off the backs of regular people as they grind their faces into the ground with their pedicured feet, these people support the initiatives for which Bush is aiming. They WANT war in Iraq so they can fill their gas-guzzling SUV's full of cheap gasoline. They thrill at the thought of the only jobs out there being service jobs so they of course can be serviced.
I wonder how the boss would feel if, after the Bush folks eradicate women's rights, her dear daughter-in-law is raped and has to bear the child? Of course, I'm certain there will be different rules for the Upper Class so they won't have to suffer the consequences of their own tyranny.
All I wanted was enough money to get out of this country and away from people like my boss. All I wanted was enough money to pay my debts and simplify my life to where I could stop being a corporate slave.
It's almost like the Mischief Spirits are pulling some overtime just to make certain that I don't get any slack these last few horrible days of 2002.
Yeah, I'm being a whiny butt. I admit it! And I will continue to be a whiny butt! It's all I currently enjoy and it seems it's all I can really depend on being there...my right to be a WHINEY BUTT!
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Date: 2002-12-20 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-20 11:12 am (UTC)I'll be there in Feb, no doubt.