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.

Finger cramp!

Okay, so was happily typing away on my gal-darned-blasted-pain-in-the-rump script, or as I fondly call it, my own personal pit in Hell *grins*, and I got a massive cramp. Yup, clickity-clackin' along and wham, bam, thank-you ma'am, my whole hand seizes. Now, you're sittin' there wondering how the heck I'm typing this ain't ya? Well, did I mention I can single hand type upwards of 80 words a minute, either hand? No, well there you go. With both going together I'm in the 140 - 195 range on a good day and when I'm in the groove...

Okay, totally off topic that, wow! Where was I? Oh, right! Finger cramp. So typing along and the hand seizes up. And not merely any portion of the hand, no, no... too easy after all. No the ring and middle finger on my right hand cramp, sending shooting AGONY up my arm so that I, more or less, bitch slap myself in reaction, unintentionally of course. But, I did quite a few words tonight, so I'm in good shape. Got it stuck in a hot water bath right now that is working miracles, thankfully. And I have uh,... 4 days left as of this moment in time (+2 hours for review and re-read to see if I will actually submit this thing) and only, ready for it.... Drum roll please! 2,000 words left to go (+ an extra 50 just in case minimum). Yup, I reached the 18,000 mark about two, three hours ago and I'm a very happy camper *grins* see! Happy. Well, now, I've practically killed my other hand with this spiel, so I'm outta here people. Have a good one!