| February 26, 2003 - Gee, I'm bored! |
| Dear Friends, I am so bored! I wish I could tell you that all sorts of bootilicious things have been happening, but they haven't. Hateful ol' work has been fraying my every last nerve and I'm sick of seeing the same old faces at Ye Olde Watering Hole. And just the other day in the cafeteria some old coot shoved me out of the way with his dinner tray so that he could get up to the steam table! Nary an "excuse me" or "pardon me"! I just glared at him, but I was very tempted to say something along the lines of, "If you do that again I'm going to knock the crap out of you!" However, JOHNNYLEEN always tries to maintain a sense of decorum since so few people in public these days seem capable of it. OK, on Sunday I decided not to go to Ye Olde Watering Hole even though Miss Diva was going to be there. I sent her an email explaining that I see the same people there all the time and they repeat the same old sob stories, blabbity, blabbity, blab. So I went downtown for a chunk of juicy cow meat and several vodka tonics. But where did I stop off on the way back home? You got it....Ye Olde Watering Hole. However, I did have a good time. Miss Diva and I chitty-chatted and I danced with a woman I occasionally see there when they have Cajun music night. They played some swing song or other and we danced. Later, my dance partner told me that there were two professional Swing instructors there who thought my footwork was fantabulous! So I guess that was pretty bootilicious. Dear Friends, can I just tell you something? I sent a care package to my glamourous friend, SARRRAHJANE, and I'm dying to tell you all what was in it. But guess what! After two weeks the package still has not arrived! I definitely can't tell you what's in it until she opens it, because she reads my webpage. Two weeks! I guess it's going to Las Vegas via Mongolia. A few weeks ago I sent my auntie a package to her post office box, and the bloody post office didn't bother putting a notice in the box! She kept calling me and telling me the package hadn't arrived. Finally she asked at the desk and they told her they would have put a notice in the post office box if she had a package. But she insisted that they check, and sure enough, there was the package! It had arrived 4 days after I sent it, but she didn't get it until 3 weeks later! Isn't that pathetic? Based on that I've decided to have an entry in my web diary where I tell you all about the years I spent working for a Bumbling Bureaucracy (BB). I don't know when I'll write it, so check back often to see if I've updated. And tell your friends! I can guarantee you that after several years of working with incompetent boobs, I have some amusing stories! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |