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.


Alrighty Then.

Lets get started, shall we? There's a lot of ground to cover.

1. The new apartment. As opposed to the Old Apartment, which is a BNL song (and a mighty fine one at that). I like it. I like the mold smell. I like hearing my neighbor's answering machine messages. I like the quirky heating system. I like it all. Still, I have no cable, and no internet, and no phone, and I'm alright with that. It does make being sick a bit of a bitch, because on day 1 I burned through both of my remaining Six Feet Under discs, and had nothing else exciting to watch, and not enough energy to read. But I muddled through, and life is jolly.

2. The new "girl" at work. She has her moments where she's not bad, but I'm really, really trying to give her a chance. She means well, I think. But sometimes I just want to throw a stapler at the back of her head.

3. Boss Angst. I can't really get into this one a whole lot without a lot of backstory that wouldn't serve a lot of purpose. Lets just use one example, and move on. One of the higher ups (one I don't report directly to) had a screaming fit in another manager's office in front of 2 direct reports, which included the phrase (screamed) "You'll do what I tell you to do, because I'm a director, and you do what I say!" Yes. I work for five year olds.

4. Netflix- I cannot say enough good things about Netflix. They rock my socks. I've watch all of the first season of House, the second of Six Feet Under (with more on the way), The Office, and that's just the TV stuff I've picked out... turnaround's fast, and there's a Mailbox on my way to work, so I can just drop off the viewed discs every morning. It kicks ass.

5. The Cats. I miss them. They'd make the apartment a lot nicer, if I could have one. Having Fat Elvis sprawled on my couch, or Silent Bob on my bed would be nice. But I get my fix when I do laundry (or do one of the 183901 birthdays that take place this month...)

And really, that's about it. I'm on the early shift, so I pretty much eat, sleep, and go to work. More to come...


Blogger Fiber said...

PopoZao you're back!
Sounds like you work for a bunch of real jackals. I bet they also say stupid things like "It's my meeting and I can invite whoever I want" as well as crap like "I don't like you, so you can't come into my office" too, huh?

9:19 PM  
Anonymous Lina said...

I think you should send them to a "timeout". Isn't that how you should treat 5 year olds that don't behave?

12:29 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

I like the idea, Lina- that could definitely work. Except they do my reviews. That's not so fun.

But the "I don't like you so you can't come into my office?" That's my favorite. Really. REALLY.

8:54 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

And no, that wasn't us who got killed in Leola. But it did happen just up the street from my mom & dad's place. Creepy. Horrifying. Sad.

10:29 AM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

I'm back, and my boss is nuts, and I'm probably quitting at the end of the week. If not sooner.

And the nutso boss is why I haven't been around. But I'm glad you still are.

And that you didn't get hurt. Eek! We had massive tornados last week and I was getting calls from friends in VA and NC going, "Um...you OK? You good?"

5:50 PM  

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