Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


And for those inquiring minds...

G. Monkey got the job!

Apparently she was offered on the spot, which is awesome. I haven't had the full details yet, but I should know more tomorrow.

I envy her copywriting, salary doubling, mentally stimulating, benefits providing new job, and know she will rock most mightily.

Go G. Monkey!
And thank you, guys, for keeping your fingers crossed!

In other news, Bosslady was up my ass all day today, probably to make up for the fact that she's going away all day tomorrow to register her kid at a snooty prep school. The resumes, they are going to be a-flyin' again.
The latest amusement is that I'm going to be research-lackey for her sister-in-law, who is a 3rd year law student. She's doing a project (at Bosslady's suggestion) on minors with disabilities, and legal issues for their parents (or somesuch). All I know is that I get to look up shit for her, and put together some sort of overview for a group of 60 law students.

Now, I know I bitch because I don't get the stuff I need to work on my job, therefore I have a lot of "down" time (I don't mind the down time, but I feel guilty about it.) However, I didn't mean I wanted to fill my time with crap that doesn't impact our actual projects. I meant I wanted the information I need to do the job I was hired for. "To provide organization, and structure to the nonprofit. To be the 'nuts and bolts' person, and to keep Bosslady on track with what needs to take place in our business." *eyeroll*

Am I going to go to hell if I ask that if God's going to recall the Pope, can we maybe work out a deal where Falwell goes too? I don't ask for much, honest. It would really go a long way to improving stuff down here. I mean, the Pope didn't do much in the way of being a jackass, but Falwell? C'mon.


Blogger parcequilfaut said...

My doctor gave me tomorrow off because I'm so stressed out I almost quit, and he says I need a mental health day.

That said, if God takes the Pope and leaves Falwell to crow about it, I am going to have a serious chat with God about priorities. (Reminds me of this God-communique from the Principia Discordia, actually.)

Ah well. Off to upload tattoo pics to the blog, so Sauce can waste more paid work time.

11:51 PM  
Blogger Ghost of Goldwater said...

I keep hearing "Vatican Rag" playing in my head... (a nice change from the voices that cry KILL).

1:14 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Yiiiiikes, ET.
I mean, I'm glad you're able to have the day off, but I wish it would be under happier circumstances. I'll gladly take my nonviolent butt on down to Nashvegas, and do some stomping if needed.

Well, both the Pope and Falwell are still here, so there's still time.

6:00 AM  

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