In keeping with my Pitty Party attitude, I’d like to compose a list of people who’s laps I’d love to accidentally spill a nice cup of hot tea in.
#1 – The asshat who went and changed wordpress.
WTF?? It was working just fine.
I knew where all the little buttons were.
It took me about 30 minutes to figure out how to save a draft and not publish this perfect post before it was full of sarcasm.
#2 – My step-son.
Why?? WHY?? Why is it every damn time I go out of town for a few days…
*that his dishes sit in the sink crusting with burnt, canned chili
*that his room seems to smell more like a kennel than when I left.
*that his chores never seem to get accomplished timely?
#3 – Big T.
Enough moping around already for fuck sake.
Put on your big boy shorts and find something to do.
When you hurt, take a pain pill. That’s why you have them.
Quit thinking I’m mad at you all the damn time.
I’m not mad at you, I’m just sick of you drag assing around feeling sorry for yourself.
#4 – The dork at Taco Bell who refuses to give me enough friggin mild sauce to make my bean burrito tasty.
#5 – Christmas shoppers at the WalMart who are in a foul ass mood to be Christmas shopping… collectively, the whole tea pot in all their laps.
Do like me, don’t shop for Christmas if it pisses you off so much!
Ok, there are way too many to list. So, let’s move on.
I spent the last 3 days in Huntsville at a distributor meeting…
I resigned my position as CFO as whoever was doing all the financial bullshit before me was a complete moron and nothing is as it seems… actually it is.
It’s in the shitter and I’m not about to take responsibility for it.
I’ll go back to my cushy little, high paying sales position… travel and eat in tasty places.
So, I still have a job. Not the same job, but a job none-the-less.
I managed to talk to the Big Guy, my main boss who flew in for a Board Meeting before the meeting so he’d not be blind-sided and pissed.
The Board Meeting in which I was set to resign… he had to know.
I told him in theory there is a big fucking difference in a bookkeeper and an accountant… and I just ain’t no accountant.
I can’t do magic with numbers…
unless it’s spending money… I can make that shit disappear.
Anyway… I ended up with a sweet chunk of real estate for my territory.
Tennessee, Kentucky, Virginia, North & South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and Arkansas.
Yah. I’ll be a tired bitch from all the road rage in my future.
So, in a nutshell (too late), this week saw one job (the job I loved dearly) disappear, open up to me a new job. And I only took a $700 a year cut in pay.
The Redneck turned White Collar (albeit temporarily) is back to the Redneck.
I think I’ll call it Pink Collar.
I’ll be around to give wet, slobbery love to all y’all over the weekend!