Caterwauling

Coming soon — my professional website, where you will be able to hire me and pay me extraordinary amounts of money for my expertise in

Professional/technical writing

Editorial services (writing, editing, Associated Press style expertise)

Event planning

Media relations/promotions

Keep checking back for updates, or e-mail me at dp AT thisdomain DOT com for a private consultation.

Thank you for visiting!

Time for the Caterwauling hacineda to close up shop (and possibly move). Sitemeter stats scared the hell out of me today — unless I was reading my blog for 300 minutes from work today (which I was NOT), there are some folks who got an eyeful.

The thing is, I bust my ass. I really do. But I bitch. A lot. Which one wins out in a battle over whether I should keep or lose my job? I doubt anyone would understand that this outlet for my frustrations has probably saved THEIR lives!

Ironic (again) that this would happen on the eve of Journal Con. Sigh.

In brighter news, I received my kit of lubes and vibrators and catalogs today. Yay! No matter what happens to the job I already have, I have a little Plan B. Not enough money to survive here in the big city, by any means, but everything happens for a reason, and whatever happens, I will survive it. I always do.

In any event, I own a bunch of other domains and may be switching to one of those. If that happens, e-mail me and let me know that you want to know where I am!

On iTunes: Athenaeum, “What I Didn’t Know”

After an incredibly shitty fucking week,

1. I spammed myself. Not as in, oh shit I got spam from my own domain. Oh, but no. One of my accounts got spammed from an entirely different e-mail account. It was inevitable, I suppose, but somewhat funny. This is assuming, of course, I still had any capacity to smile.

2. After a scare of having no check for my designer (read: no magazine layout would be in my hands till payment was made), I walked in to receive two checks for the same thing for him. LOL. I don’t even know where to begin on figuring that one out!

3. Somebody once again didn’t balance her checkbook and onlyl has $14 till Monday (which won’t exactly cover valet parking at the Helix). Assuming the organization makes payroll (and it’s hit or miss, I understand, this time around), I might get money on Saturday. Too bad I can’t keep one of the checks I mentioned in No. 2!!!

On iTunes: David Gray, “Say Hello, Wave Goodbye”

Emotionally and physically exhausted. Worked my ass off this week. Pissed off a lot of people. Have to face the wrath of most of them first thing tomorrow.

But I have to give props to Cruise Director. I’m certain he hates me more than ever right now, but he’s making things right — coming in from his vacation to cut a much-needed check for me in a time of absolute organizational financial distress. He’s leaving it on my desk for when I come in tomorrow.

I only went in for a teleconference today; lord only knows what’s on my desk. I know there are some vicious notes about Dumb Bitch and some resume paper.

Everyone can hear it in my voice that I am just through with the world. I work too hard for too many things. My goal is just to get the paper out — unfortunately, that encompasses entirely too many “other duties as assigned” that boil down to what my mom would call “licking dick” to get what I need.

Boy are my jaws tired!!!

On iTunes: Bon Jovi, “Two-Story Town”

New hospital gowns designed for modest Muslim women are a growing trend to ensure the modesty of all patients nationwide. As if you can retain ANY shred of dignity when you’re in medical care!

Look, I don’t give a FUCK what my hospital gown looks like. If I’m in one of those death wards, believe me, the least of my problems is having a slight breeze up my ass. Really. Let’s try improving patient care and not having the doctors and nurses killing their patients from ineptitude or neglect. The Muslim community is wetting its pants with joy that its concerns are impacting the entire country. Yeah, let’s get you people a medal. Christ. I refuse to be impressed till we cure cancer or contain AIDS or, fuck, reduce the number of malpractice lawsuits.

On iTunes: Shawn Colvin, “If I Were Brave”