I got canned yesterday. Not exactly Dooced , as in being fired for talking about your job on your website, but I'd like to claim that I was Dooced just the same just so that maybe I can garner the same fame and fortune as Dooce has. It's a thought. So, I got canned for taking a vacation. Of course, that's not what they told me when they handed me the paper, but that's the truth of it. There is no other explanation, despite their proclamation that I "wasn't a good fit", whatever that means. They couldn't give me specifics or examples. Just a lot of platitudes and generalized statements, which, of course, could mean just about anything under the sun, including perhaps that I don't wipe my bum properly, or maybe because my sweater had a bit too much lint on it for their liking. Oh, I know what it must have been. The cream cheese in-between my two front teeth after having lox and cream cheese on a bagel for lunch on Monday. Either way, I'm unemplo...
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And you call that a mess? I call that ready for company, as long as it isn't my mother-in-law.
Tell Dee it's all fun and games until someone cartwheels into the television.
oh, and mess? what mess?
Seriously, many thoughts of thanks for that year of clear for the sweet, calm young boy. Take a well-deserved breath, Mom.
Steady On
Reggie Girl
I'm so happy for ALL of you! That is wonderful news. So now you can relax for another year. I think since this much time has passed, you can probably relax for GOOD!
YAY!!!
♥,Lilly