Le Grand Jour has arrived.
Firstly, congratulations to Mrs. A. as this is her last day under her clueless tool of a manager and is off to a new job on Monday. Bravo!
In other news, I was shocked while walking home last night to see a "For Sale" sign at the house of Blackie's real owners. What will this mean? Typical of these odd hoarder folk, it was not a real estate agent's sign, but simply a "For Sale" sign you buy at the dollar store and write your phone number on it. Does this mean they are serious about selling their hoarder house and moving away? And will this mean.... a custody battle? Will they expect to take Blackie with them when they go? What to do? What to do? I've always considered Blacke to be my Foster Child and never really mine, so I think I would let him go, but maybe he won't want to go. And if they move away, then he really is mine through and through. Crazy Cat Lady is worried.
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dear CCL: blackie is your very own! take him in on a permanent basis--you know you want to! the others will cope and blackie will guard your abode in style
So, NaPoMo begins with everyone in Finance at work here being told they have a one-on-one meeting with the Manager on Monday morning to see if they still have a job or not...yay!!!
ODE TO MY JOB
Safe to say, I'm damn annoyed
Not knowing if I'm still employed.
Has time really taken its toll?
Is my head about to roll?
Or will I still receive a pay
And live to work another day?
If I'm sacked...what's ahead for me?
A job at Wendy's or HMV?
Yes, between these options I am torn
Since I made not a fortune off Harveyporn.
Maybe I'll just collect empty cans
Or sell my house, move into a van.
Oh, wait, I don't know how to drive
So much for that way to stay alive.
I could always pack my things and go
Live somewhere south in Mexico,
Selling tacos on the street
To tourists whom I chance to meet.
Or, perhaps, I really shouldn't care
And accept that I'll live off welfare
Unless my friends all come to bail
And send me cash through the mail.
Sorry. Was so distressed, forgot to sign my name above...
JAW fan
(looks like it will be a drinking week-end)
tell me, will you take a cheque?
without your rhymes, we'll all be wrecks!
On the bright side:
You may be left without a paycheque
but lots of free time to dream about Alec.
Even Alec in the nude
Will not fill my fridge with food,
Pay the heating or all my bills...
But, at least, I'll get some sexy thrills!
JAW fan
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