First of all last night I had some serious weird ass dreams.
The first one I remember I was wearing a purple PVC dress, thigh highs and knee high boots. Can't remember what else because of how AWESOME I looked. Not like a hooker at all.
Second dream was quite long, emotional and so disturbing that I will only share it with Manfriend (and Therapists). The intertubes don't need to know how disturbed I really am. (Manfriend does and still wants to Marry me. HAH..go figure. Weird.)
Second it's this job. Well not the job/my function in particular. It's this project, this site, this Client. Have you ever read the book 1984? Well this Client/Owner is all Big Brother up in your face/luggage/life. WE WORK FOR YOU WE'RE NOT FUCKING TERRORISTS. Treat us with a bit of respect and/or dignity. Day by day it has become more and more oppressing all under the veil of SAFETY. Hey I know Safety is important especially in the construction world but I can also tell the difference between Safety and Absolute Control.
It's fucking creepy and I do not want any of it.
So yes, I'm angry, bitter, and apparently disturbed. I don't want this to dictate the rest of my day so I turn to my friend, The Internet, and you Bloggers out there.
I know there's plenty of you deeply disturbed in amusing ways so please share. Brighten my day.
I would settle for cheesy puns.
(Yup, I'm that desperate. I work better with Laughter).
**Update: To top off my day a Contractor came by to give me some schwag. Awesome - yes ( I love free shit even if it's a key chain with little wooden shoes..it's free.) but he also thought that I was preggers. Remember I've gone through this before.
|Ok, I'm not really fat I just have a belly.|
Oh and where's all my funny stories. Dammit, you'd think you people had jobs/lives. PAYATTENTIONTOME please.