I Can't Whine

about being unemployed
anymore.

I liked whining about
being LAID OFF
and how unjust it all
is.

But then again,
I can't sit around
and plead victim.

People get tired
fast of that schtick.

Move On! Hello!

So, I did.

I went to see my
new digs today.

NICE.

American Airlines
sucked for the last
few years.

My new company
has a sleek new building
in Research Triangle
Park and a full service
gym, a cafeteria,
unlimited coffee,
popcorn, snacks and
refreshments.

We had a soda machine
from 1979 that was
out of order most
of the time at my
last job. We didn't
even have a snack
machine for God's
sake.

What a fricking rathole
that place is.

I am so GLAD
I was laid off.

Opportunity knocked
and I answered.


Ah, it feels so good
to get this crap
off my chest and out
of my life.

It feels like I shrugged
off a flea infestation.

Speaking of fleas,
my cat, Midnight
is going in the cat
carrier tomorrow
morning for spaying.

She dragged her hinny
around the house a few
weeks for a whole week
screaming for some
male companionship.

I can't have that business
happening in my house
every month.

The ovaries have
got to go.

Tomorrow is
St. Patrick's Day.

Must wear green.