ahhh, the smell of latex in the morning.

It's a friday and I have been gowned all morning. Barfy. I have to wash hands and face before I eat because the smell is nasty. Now I get to go back in, having swallowed my lunch as quickly as possible, reviewed a document, and aided my boss in rousting the Dark Lord of the Sith. I think I'm dragging my feet if I'm logged in here... bad girl, no biscuit!

THEY (the managers)are going to a retirement lunch. I'm not bummed that I'm not going, but I am somewhat insulted that I wasn't invited. I have been reamed out, back-stabbed and tromped on by the guy who's retiring. He has yelled at me, called me names and insulted my integrity. If anyone deserves to celebrate his departure and get invited to a free meal, it's ME damn it.

Whatever. Latex is in my immediate future. Tra-la, the elves in the Valley

Being a parent means you get your heart broken

( long parenting post and one more reason why this is the toughest job of my life )