Fuck Me In The Goat Ass

Disclaimer: I have no idea what that's supposed to mean. It's something Keith says when everything's going wrong.

And boy did it go wrong today.

There was a big meeting at work. They got all the temps together & told us what a great job we were doing. How happy they are with our work.

How Friday is our last day.

That's right, I'm getting laid off. Again. This time there won't be a sweet severance package to tide me over until I get a new job. Nothing but a pocket full of pens. Maybe some paper-clips or rubber bands.

Apparently, Citi changed their mind about the big mortgage sell-a-thon they were having. They hired about 100 or 150 temps & now they're laying off all but 20. Everybody in the department I work in is going bye-bye. My boss was all bummed out. His staff is going to be cut in half. No more helper monkeys for him.

After they told us all the good news some people left. The rest of us just wandered around aimlessly. Suddenly pulling files didn't seem so important. I've got a severe case of don'tgiveashit-itis and I think it's contagious.

Just when things were going good at Casa de Cud. Bills are caught up. Got a new laptop. Car's running good.

I was this close to signing up for Obamacare.

Now that's all shot to shit.

But who knows, maybe this is a good thing. I might get a great job with insurance & paid vacations & sick days & a helper monkey all my own.

A girl can dream.

And to add that ripe juicy cherry to my shit sundae of a day, today I started my period.