Is it just me or is the blogosphere reeaaalllly quiet lately?
Excluding myself of course. I mean, I'm quiet, but I don't count me because I realized that what I did was strike against myself.
Yup, you heard me right.
That boss Gina, she was a total beeeyotch. She would make me do all sorts of stuff when I could have been playing with my son or sleeping or heck, staring at the wall.
So, one day I decided I had had enough of her, already. I got a Sharpie, used the sides of Mr. P's Christmas toy boxes and got to it.
The first sign proclaimed:
"No sleep, no blog! Gina is a big old hog."
Hmmm, not really making sense. But catchy, though.
The second one wasn't a whole lot better:
"That Gina, she's a weena."
The insults were gratuitous, and sounded just a mite petty. I had to make my voice heard and that show the world that Gina was the big bad corporate oppressor, not just simply a jerk.
"I type all the day and all the night, Gina needs to make it right!"
Uhhh, so far we're still in contract negotiations.
Hubba-hubba brings me pizza now and then, and Mr. P walks with me here in the living room when he gets bored. He thinks it's fun to shout in the house, because normally he isn't allowed.
I'll keep you posted.