Weasel Of Doom

Today is one of those “feather that broke the camel’s back” days.

• Squeeker is sick. We are taking him to see the doctor today, and if MIL cannot watch him tomorrow, I will have to stay home.

• BelovedSpouse and I are both not feeling well, and haven’t all weekend.

• Work is making me want to scream in frustration:

  • Boss growing a spine and some balls? Not happening.
  • Expectations? We like those targets to be moving, preferably without warning.
  • Try to do a good turn to somebody? It will turn around and bite you in the ass. Guaranteed.
  • Communication? We don’t to it here. We would rather ambush people and stab them in the back. So much more Christian that way.
  • Taking responsibility? Is that a word? Not in our dictionary.
  • Clusterfuck? Yeah, that sounds right.

• And there is still nine hours to go in the day. Can’t wait to see what other shit is going to happen.