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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My ADHD pug has trouble staying out of the litter box when she wants a snack....that THAT breath could really kill Iraq!
I love that he burped and walked away....is he by any chance a teenager in dog years?
Glad you found something to blog about~ we all needed a laugh!
♥,Lilly
Well, your dog is funny too!!!!!!