Survival of the fittest...??

Well, maybe that's going a little too far, how 'bout "survival of the smartest"? I happen to like that better anyway... But, and this is where it gets good, it ain't over yet folks! Yup, that's right, I get even more fun this week, next week, the week after and the week after that.

Why you ask, oh... let me tell you this load of crap! My boss-boss (ie: the guy that signs the pay checks) is away for two weeks of holidays. Fine, no worries, the man deserves it, he works way too many hours as it is. Besides, once he's rested and back, he's always in the right mood to hit up for a raise, a major plus in all our little devious minds - lol!

But, and this is the part that truly fries me, the girl that is my "underling" technically, is on holidays the week that he returns, well - two weeks to be specific. Now you're likely wondering how I could possibly begrudge this girl her holiday time, glad you asked... and even if you didn't - I'd tell you anyway. She is the type to take 2 hour lunches almost every freakin' day, the type that shows up late and leaves early. She's the type that at the littlest sniffle calls in sick and, on top of it all, has a child under the age of ten that she is constantly having to run out of the office to either a) pick-up and take home because he's sick or b) go and pick-up and take home because he got kicked out of class for some stunt, prank, bullying, or just out and out fighting.

In the time since she was promoted to the position she has missed more work than she's actually been there for. In the four months she's been there, working (actually working) for maybe a month and a half. But, the big guy kinda has a blind spot, unless you have irrefutable evidence of this type of shit (pardon my french) he ain't going to do jack about it. So, I have been an evil bitch (pardon moi) and started to keep a log of what her and the evil troll in my office ('nother long story - don't get me started) have been pulling. By the end of the summer there is going to be some serious ass whoopin' or I swear on all that I hold dear to my evil little black heart I am going to go psychotic on their collective asses.

Alrighty then... thank you for reading my rambling and mindless bitching :) night everybody - I hear my bed calling.

The aftermath

Well folks, that's right - I survived to tell the tale, the tale of the month of scripting. Mostly. Well, I'm here at least... always a good sign I do suppose. Yes, I reached my goal and submitted what I had and got the official count. All I'm really happy about is that it's done and now, I can putter on it and not at the deranged rate that I had to do to get to the golden mark. It also means that I can go back through it and adjust this, fix that... kill that - why did I put that in? Gods! What was I thinking?! Hmm, that may have been that night I stayed up 'til 2 am writing, may explain the blathering involved.

So yeah, survived and came out the other side. Sunday was Canada Day, our countries birthday for the uninformed masses of Americans out there (with a few exceptions that actual acknowledge there's something north of the 49 parallel). Big fireworks displays cross country, lots of drinking and partying, tons of food and goodies. Yup, now that's how one should celebrate a birthday *grins* But, I am beginning to ramble and things are appearing in my in-box, so off I go to terrorize some other poor innocent that has a meek and pitiful question. *sighs* My work is never done... Ciao!