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Why is it boring and not black? Because I’m at my law firm working and it’d dead. D-E-A-D. Again, if you want to message me on Yahoo please feel fucking free because I’m quickly heading into a comatose state.
Anyway, Turkey Day! I went to my aunt’s house and usually it’s a decent time but like usual I brought my pug Vlad along for the ride. He loves people and he loves kids and he plain loves attention. Thus holidays work out well for the little guy. Not so much this time. My cousin Stephanie has two kids, Olivia and Noah, and Noah is way more hyperactive.
They both have medical conditions but Noah’s leads him to be put on testosterone which adds to the hyperactivity. Best example of how uncontrolled he can get? He had an argument with another kid in daycare and decided biting would be the best solution. Each child is five years old.
Noah was in a hyperactive mood which led him to be really uncontrollable which also led him to hitting, kicking, and throwing things at my dog. Several times he did all three things and several times he was told not to and put into time out and all manner of punishments. Didn’t matter. He kept coming after my dog even after we put my dog away in the back yard to keep him safe. It was fairly nightmarish for me because... okay.
I don’t want fucking kids. Ever. My motherly instincts for human offspring were removed with my sexual desire for men by the wonders of genetics. Thus my pets are like my kids and honestly, I don’t see something much worse than picking on a helpless animal. Repeatedly. Especially one so fucking sweet like my dog who will instantly forgive you because he loves people. I don’t care how old you are, that’s not acceptable to me.
Needless to say Vlad will be staying home for Christmas.
Job related news the St. Louis County Circuit Court called my work to verify I worked here and my office manager took the call. Yeahhhh. I got called into the dreaded conference room and asked if I was interviewing with them. I panicked because I didn’t want to talk to them about this until I took a position and I said I interviewed with them months ago and they kept my name on file. But still, she knows I’m looking now. She actually said she didn’t want for me to leave.
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jimu seems to think that gives me leverage or something but I doubt they’ll give me a raise or anything. I spoke with oneiric22 about it and like me, he thinks they just don’t want to train someone new. lol. We’re both so cynical.
When I think about working as a court clerk I begin to mildly freak out because, honestly, I consider it an important job and I’d be working under two Judges directly. And I’ve heard all manner of hellish stories involving pissy judges from my attorney. But here’s the thing, in my life anytime something is good and exciting and will possibly lead to huge opportunities for me I get really scared about it and a lot of the time I run away from it.
Why? Because it’s challenging and new and scary and all manner of psychobabble shit. It’s not fucking good to live that way. Which is why I’ve decided if I’m offered this job and the pay is at least equal I’m going to take it despite the evil parking situation. Because, quite simply and crudely, the idea of doing this job scares the shit out of me.
And I think for once I should confront that fear and smack it down like the little bitch it is. Ahh, I feel reaffirmed or something. I’m the lesbian Dr. Phil except my advice is good.
I’m still bored so if you’re online message me. That’s if you’re not getting trampled in crazy ass Black Friday sales. :::shudders:::: I’m so thankful to be out of retail.
Anyway, Turkey Day! I went to my aunt’s house and usually it’s a decent time but like usual I brought my pug Vlad along for the ride. He loves people and he loves kids and he plain loves attention. Thus holidays work out well for the little guy. Not so much this time. My cousin Stephanie has two kids, Olivia and Noah, and Noah is way more hyperactive.
They both have medical conditions but Noah’s leads him to be put on testosterone which adds to the hyperactivity. Best example of how uncontrolled he can get? He had an argument with another kid in daycare and decided biting would be the best solution. Each child is five years old.
Noah was in a hyperactive mood which led him to be really uncontrollable which also led him to hitting, kicking, and throwing things at my dog. Several times he did all three things and several times he was told not to and put into time out and all manner of punishments. Didn’t matter. He kept coming after my dog even after we put my dog away in the back yard to keep him safe. It was fairly nightmarish for me because... okay.
I don’t want fucking kids. Ever. My motherly instincts for human offspring were removed with my sexual desire for men by the wonders of genetics. Thus my pets are like my kids and honestly, I don’t see something much worse than picking on a helpless animal. Repeatedly. Especially one so fucking sweet like my dog who will instantly forgive you because he loves people. I don’t care how old you are, that’s not acceptable to me.
Needless to say Vlad will be staying home for Christmas.
Job related news the St. Louis County Circuit Court called my work to verify I worked here and my office manager took the call. Yeahhhh. I got called into the dreaded conference room and asked if I was interviewing with them. I panicked because I didn’t want to talk to them about this until I took a position and I said I interviewed with them months ago and they kept my name on file. But still, she knows I’m looking now. She actually said she didn’t want for me to leave.
jimu seems to think that gives me leverage or something but I doubt they’ll give me a raise or anything. I spoke with oneiric22 about it and like me, he thinks they just don’t want to train someone new. lol. We’re both so cynical. When I think about working as a court clerk I begin to mildly freak out because, honestly, I consider it an important job and I’d be working under two Judges directly. And I’ve heard all manner of hellish stories involving pissy judges from my attorney. But here’s the thing, in my life anytime something is good and exciting and will possibly lead to huge opportunities for me I get really scared about it and a lot of the time I run away from it.
Why? Because it’s challenging and new and scary and all manner of psychobabble shit. It’s not fucking good to live that way. Which is why I’ve decided if I’m offered this job and the pay is at least equal I’m going to take it despite the evil parking situation. Because, quite simply and crudely, the idea of doing this job scares the shit out of me.
And I think for once I should confront that fear and smack it down like the little bitch it is. Ahh, I feel reaffirmed or something. I’m the lesbian Dr. Phil except my advice is good.
I’m still bored so if you’re online message me. That’s if you’re not getting trampled in crazy ass Black Friday sales. :::shudders:::: I’m so thankful to be out of retail.
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Either way, I wish you success in whichever workplace you decide to occupy.