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by Golf Widow

Guest-posting generally ensures fresh content.

For a diary that gets updated as infrequently as this one, it's more like locking the barn door after the horses have already eaten your children.

But I love the broad. So, whoo-hoo, fresh content. Sorry if you were hoping for a glass of ice cold idiot-milk.

Finally, though, I can bitch about my job. I used never to do that, because I didn't want to get hit in the face with a Dooce pie.

I studiously avoided the topic of my company (and, when I absolutely couldn't avoid it, I spoke of it in code that Tom Hanks couldn't have deciphered) and my position was eliminated due to budgetary constraints.

It's sure going to suck for them when I run in there and poke all of their eyes out with pencils.

(Sorry, I was channelling my hostess with the mostest.)

I mean, it's sure going to suck for them when they realize they might have eliminated that position a skosh too soon, as in, maybe they should have kept it active at least until someone learned how to do all the things I sort of just ... did ... without talking about them, because no one else would think to do them.

It's also going to suck for the trollwoman to whose defense I always rose when people had evil things to say about her behind her back. I was the only one there watching out for her. She thinks she only stabbed me, but she actually hit herself with that blade.

I believe I have the right to be somewhat "hee" over that concept. Hello, my former colleagues. Please help yourself to a heaping bowl of OH WELL, ASSHOLES Crunch. Part of a nutritious breakfast.

Please don't ask me when this will be updated again. Until the idiot-milk is flowing again, we will be forced to dunk our dry cookies elsewhere. Feel free to go carry on over at I Can Has Cheezburger, which is the funniest thing EVER and I can't quit it, or Loltheist, which is made of 100% grade-A WRONG but they posted one of my submissions here.

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