July 6th, 2016, 2:14 PM by Goddess

I got a message from my h.s. friend last night:

“What was the name of that guy who used to hang around you? The tall one with all the hair?”

That made me smile.

I told him, “That’s a story for the ages.” And I left it at that.

It occurred to me later how I have such a small box of high school keepsakes. But a case from college and a whole storage unit’s worth from my career. (Before we went digital.)

I think that’s pretty proportionate enough to represent the weight each era should have on your life.

But so funny to be taken back in time like that.

As it turns out, he and I have friends in common. The recently rediscovered friend and I, not the tall guy with the hair.

Well it’s more like I’m close with the male half of a couple, and he knows the guy’s new girlfriend.

I admit I was curious to know what he knows about this chick. Social media may not be painting as favorable a picture as she deserves.

He was neutral-to-kind in his reply. I of course am a master (mistress?) at reading between lines. And I find myself wishing I didn’t ask at all, since I want so much to like her. 

Reminds me of how my friend (the half of a couple) felt about my then-relationship with the tall guy with the hair.

Pinhead, he called him.

A most-accurate description, I must say. I ain’t (and was never) mad at that.

He never told me what to do with Pinhead. He simply made it clear I could do better. When and if I was ready to do just that.

I guess we all have to make our own decisions.

And to live with them.

At any and every age.

Zoo Boos

June 21st, 2016, 8:01 PM by Goddess

Our zoo sucks. I reviewed it on Faceypages for its utter suckage. Now a throng of “Zoo Boos” (mom’s clever phrase) is on the attack.

Mind you, I deleted my app days ago. But I got notifications. Which prompted me to go turn them off. 

Look. I wasted money. I left depressed. I hated it. H-a-t-e-D it.  I mean, I’ve never been so impassioned about leaving a negative review but it was that bad. 

Now all these bitches are basically telling me I suck, I need to do research and I need to leave the earth. 

I laugh. Must be Trump voters. 

I won’t say I got to go to the Smithsonian zoo for free because D.C. is awesome that way. And that it was breathtaking, as opposed to overgrown and moldy and disgusting. 

I hated the lack of animals. Granted a lion murdered an employee there recently. The conditions are so deplorable, I see why. 

And I’m a writer. I say it’s my opinion. I say it’s how I felt. I don’t want anything. Well, maybe for the animals to have clean water and a less awful habitat. But shit. Why cast a pox upon me for that? 

I will pray for those animals. The real ones, not the cunty bitches who try to bully people into deleting their posts. 

Am off Facebook, after all. 

And good riddance. 


June 19th, 2016, 9:53 AM by Goddess

I met my biological father for the first and last time when I turned 18.  

I wore my favorite olive green outfit that matched my eyes. He wore a bright blue polo that matched his eyes. 

The night was fine. I had a photo from it that I shredded after he denied me and said he didn’t want to be in my life even now. 

I often wondered if it didn’t matter that I graduated with a near-4.0 and got into a good school. I wondered if he was disgusted that I wasn’t skinny. 

I weighed way less then than I do now. But I think a part of me figured that I’d never be good enough for him at any weight. 

Just like his stupid skinny self wasn’t good enough for me since he was a horrible person inside. 

Anyway. Today is the annual “fuck him” day. Father’s Day is for real men, so sit down, pipsqueak. 

And not that you care, asshole, but I continue to do just fine without you. 

I’m a long way from where I want to be. But I’m closer than I’ve ever been. Can you say the same?

Final whine of the day. I promise

June 3rd, 2016, 4:49 PM by Goddess

The good news is, I will get a refund on my Key West trip. In 10 days.

The bad news, I bought it on a super-special deal that I will never, ever see again. Ever.

Sorry, Mom. Fucked up your birthday.

What I wouldn’t give to do the itinerary I had planned …

I got to thinking about the fool I would never in my right mind hire. Because, I already have Soccer Ball to the Skull 1, 2 and 3. I don’t need a whole damn army.

But I wonder if they could have found their ass with both hands long enough to cover me for the one day we wouldn’t have had any coverage.

Dipwad proclaimed to someone else that they are waiting for me to hire them for my “open position.” It honestly worries me the level of delusion one can possibly possess.

It also makes me wonder that their references have no interest in calling me back.

If there is one thing I have tried to do at every company, it’s to think of the future. And I can’t in MY right mind “will” the company (so to speak) to someone who either lies or can’t follow a simple conversation to its natural conclusion.

No participation trophies today. Even if we’re getting back to the point where bad help might be better than none at all …

I can’t believe this person went to school where I did

May 26th, 2016, 12:22 PM by Goddess

I have this person who is 10 cherry tomatoes short of a salad because they keep insisting they are going to work here, and take my job title.

And when I explain what “process” means (and is), they flat-out ignore me and ask the same questions a different way. (i.e., Is my start date for nonexistent position still on arbitrary-date-they-pulled-from-their-butt?)

Days ago I felt bad and sent an editing test. Which was replied to with, “You mean a managing editor test? For the job I’m taking in July?”


I got the edit back today. In a file type I cannot open because NO ONE IN THIS INDUSTRY USES MAC.

Way to anticipate your “future employer’s” needs.

The note that came with it?

“This is how I’d do the job as managing editor.”

So in other words, in a file format that your team cannot even use.

Good job on that.

Should I even bother asking for a re-send?

What’s sad is I DO need some help. I just don’t want THEIRS.


I asked for a resend. The reply? ” I figured that might be an issue.” NO SHIT SHERLOCK.

The edits sucked. Half-assed at best.

The conversation ends here.