Some people make me wish I could fling poo through the internet.

My co-worker is driving me batty. She is the sweetest woman on the planet, but she is loosing it. She is sixty-seven years old and I don't know if it's Alzheimer's setting in or early dementia, but the poor woman is definitely loosing her mind. This makes my job harder. A lot harder. She is screwing up right and left and I have to fix it. Problem ( Read more... )

Well, I guess I should do some house cleaning in this journal. It has taken on so many different meanings for me, all of them top secret. My user info page doesn't make sense anymore, so I definitely need to change that. Maybe I will branch out a little this time. Maybe make some friends, we'll see. That isn't really what this journal has been ( Read more... )