Mind of Mog » Even Worse Day

Useless bodies that come to work late dripping with attitute that feel surfing the net and taking lunch breaks is a priority and storm off early cause you ask them to do something really do have a purpose in life, a talent even, a talent for getting me in trouble, bitching that they never want to come back cause I wasn’t appreciative enough of them when I was swamped with real work to do.

Boss bitched me out today, all dripping with sweetness but with the underlying message to suck up to them or you get canned. It never changes, I never get respect but the lazy good for nothings know how to play the system so that anyone dare offend their lazy selves will find themselves out of a job real fast if you cross one of them. Doesn’t matter if they are caught surfing porn on the net, wrecking data, nosing where they don’t belong, spending all night on the phone, it’s always the same, I’m the one chewed out for not appreciating them.

That’s not all, the best coworker I had announced he was leaving. So that means, I will get stuck with a lot of useless deadwood all with the potential to get me canned.

Not that they wouldn’t consider canning me anyway, boss has hinted around about it if I can’t do the job, I will be replaced. And with suffering a relapse, not at the top of my form. Mind you, I am still the best at what I do but kissing minority ass apparently isn’t my strongpoint when I am swamped and sick to boot. See, concern for the sick counts for naught when it comes to what really matters, and I don’t. Wrong skin color.

Still numb, come home to nearly wiped out bank account thanks to my kid. She isn’t satisfied with using a plan doc for her annual exams, she has to go the high dollar route. Not happy bout that either. And then the fan didn’t work, I got it partway fixed but need another set of hands to put it back together. And of course, she’s not home. So, I will be getting even hotter and number as the day wears on.

So don’t anybody even try to call me up asking for a donation for anyone/thing whatsoever. There is no money. I do have two questions thou. Why does it have to be against my religion to just shoot myself and put myself out of my misery? It is just so unfair. And just where did I leave those bullets? Suppose I could just go out and buy more, easier than cleaning the garage. After I get a nap, might just do that.

By the way, Solumedrol is know to affect mood too, not helpful. I am aware this is a crappy post but stats are down and who the hell cares, maybe my kid will read it and figure it out someday. Maybe not. I don’t know if writing got it off my chest, least I’ve stopped screaming.

Some days just suck.

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Sounds like the June I had, except I’m not on meds. Unless you count coffee, whiskey, cigars and blogging.

I think the stats are down all over. Sgt. Hook mentioned it, too. DGCI almost quit blogging altogether over it. Must have something to do with the “lull between the storms”, from the primary seasons to the conventions/full campaigns. That, and Iraq has become anticlimatic and monotonous to many (not me).

In short, Blogdom seems to thrive more on catyclysmic happenings of one sort or another, and we really don’t need more of THOSE, do we?

It’s easy for me to say “hang in there”, but I mean it will, and so, consider it said.

Meanwhile, let’s hope ya don’t find the ammo.

Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Very interesting, Jim’s comments. My stats down, too, of late. Love you so, little gal, and want you to keep a stiff upper lip. ‘Hope the cats will comfort you.Dude, where’s my lawyer?

‘Don’t know why that link to my blog came into my last comment…was trying to put in that sobbing blue smilyface from your stable…

A ‘lull between the storms”?
“I am aware this is a crappy post but stats are down and who the hell cares, maybe my kid will read it and figure it out someday,” writes a gloomy Mind of Mog. ‘Hope she’s feeling better soon. She

Summah time… and the blog stats are droppin’

They do that every summer. And, as several have mentioned, we’re also in a news lull. That just makes it worse.

Well, point of stats and thus readership being down is that there will be little notice if I do find the ammo. Course, vision is being rather problematic and with my luck, I’d just miss. Shelving that idea for a while.

The ironic thing is that with my training, I could get a job just about anywhere except for this damn MS and people don’t like to hire the afflicted.

Life is a Bitch with MS take it from one who knows but you learn to look at it in such a way you begin to see it as Life is Simply Good…..
Every day with MS will be full of every emotion you can experience and then some you just dream of but some how you will survive for you have the strength. I see it in you and know you will reach down and grasp it using it when most needed turn to us when you need us….Yes steroids play hell on moods…the hughs and lows you never knew before!!!!!

Hey mog , sorry about your night. Wish I was there and then you would have had an awsome night. As far as the STUPID , NO GOOD , LAZY ASS , NO BRAIN , LAZY NO GOOD FOR NOTHING , STUPID ASS FUCK HEAD. Wait till I see her again. I tell her just what I think of her and then tell her to report me. LOL Now see if that was me , MY ASS WOULD BE CANNED IN A HEARTBEAT.

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