A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- charenton asylum After months and months, i will finally get to have my appointment with the Division AD (my boss's boss) wednesday morning at 10 political expediency says i should behave myself... everything else about the present circumstances say i should unload. i swear, everytime the queen-bitch across the hall invents a new way to make life difficult for the Grey lady and myself, i am tempted to draw up a nice diagram that would read: Figure 1 (picture of an anus) YOUR ASS....Figure 2 (picture of Meteor Crater) A HOLE IN THE GROUND... PLEASE LEARN THE DIFFERENCE of course the reason i'm concerned about spilling my perspective on the matter is the fact that the queen bitch is in tight with the AD as well as the deputy director and at least one of them has no fondness for the Grey Lady, so one way or the other i'm gonna need all of my diplomacy to insure that i don't walk out of there any more fucked than i was when i walked in... i respect the deputy director, he's not such a bad guy, and as for the division AD, well, let me just put it this way: it's a wonder he hasn't dislocated his shoulder from the amount of time he finds ways to pat himself on the back christ, it's nearly three AM....shit...why am i not sleeping?!?!?!? 2:34 a.m. - 2003-01-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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