MOG

The day started off pretty good. Actually ...really fucking good. Hanging with my love. And on my lunch I was going 80+ mph to get the latest batch of Killing Joke re-issues (covered later).

Now my work has stunk for a while. It's not one thing. The people...as individuals are great. Beyond great. As workers.......OH I WAS GOING TO SCREAM. It took toooo long to make a simple decision. They're set in their ways I can respect that. BUT It was impossible to get anything done. But even worse it was impossible to get anything started. I cannot tell you how many emails, meetings, kiss ups, questions, useless rants about someones soccer game in Bolivia that I had to listen to just to try to get them to move forward. I've been told that I can say a lot in my facial expressions without saying a word. I hope they didn't notice because my expression would have either to "shut the fuck up", "who cares", Christ kill me now". And all I wanted to know was where to put the box of staples.

ANYWAY.

It wasn't a surprise. We all got the lecture about a month ago how times "are getting tight". Tight meaning what? You may have to sacrifice your summer cottage complete with sauna and indoor pool. Everyone is entitled to their lifestyle. But don't talk to me about tight until you have the city, creditors and bums breathing down your neck and pissing on your leg.

I figured earliest would be March. So I started to make plans. Too little too late. Story of my life.

The thing that kind of burns my ass is that only the husband was doing "the task". And you can tell this was his first time. I am a pro now at being "let go". It's always money. When he sat me down I knew what was going to happen. My asshole instinct was to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him. I can give a piercing stare when I want (sometimes accidentally). So he is squirming, stammering and all around trying to hide in his awful Bill Cosby sweater. So I smile and make it easy for him. Trust me it was going to be the same for me either way. I even compliment him and try to make it easier. WHY?? I don't know. But he did comment. "You're killing me with your kindness".

Fuck off. See you at the bottom. Keep it warm for me. Or don't I really don't care.