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Work, Guys I Find Hot, Poop and Kittens
Oh Lord where do I even begin?

Ok, well, my evil harpie of a boss quit my company so now I am bossless. She and I weren't really getting along. She screamed at me in front of the entire office for not doing something she never told me to do, that I wouldn't have known how to do in the first place. As I say, harpie. I could sit here for hours and talk about the office politics, and the crap that goes on that they think no one knows about but every one does, but I'll save that for another day. Suffice to say I am frustrated at work, because they're hiring an entirely new team, and there's only one me to go around. I can barely handle the 15 people I'm responsible for on my team, and now I have another team leader and 15 of her underlings to cater to and I just dont think I can handle it. They need to hire a Daisy part 2 quickly. We're moving our operation also. More stress. Most of the treatment team people are never in the office, so it's up to me to move all of their stuff. I think I'm basically going to tell them no. They want their stuff, they can move it themselves. Last time I checked it wasn't my job to be a nanny and pick up after everyone.

Blah Blah. Speaking of cleaning up after, we had an incident on friday at work. One of the gentlemen who comes in for group and to see the doctor had a mishap in the bathroom. No one knows for sure who did it, (even though we do) but he shit all over the floor. He wasn't really aiming for the toilet though. He wasn't even close. He walked into the bathroom, said to himself, "This looks like the spot." Dropped his pants and poo'd right there next to the sink.

In my earlier blog where I said that "some" of the people had mental illness that was a gross understatement. They all have mental illness. And it's weird. They present themselves as being totally normal and they seem like they're getting their lives in order, and then they fly off the handle and start throwing their poop at the orderlies, or they start talking to themselves... alot. And it just keeps escalating. One of our people had to be 302'd because he was so incredibly delusional. He believed that he was a CIA operative and that he was incredibly wealthy. He said he could watch people through his television, and not just watch but interact with them. He was having a conversation with his sister who was dead over a channel filled with static. Now, that is some crazy shit. But he was also talking to people who were still alive. Less Twilight Zone, more plain old crazy. Who knows what drives them to these episodes.

Speaking of Twilight, (love the segways) I am very conflicted about this whole phenomenon of the book Twilight and the movie. On the one hand, there is so much potential for the plot of those books to be really good but they're not. It's trite, and it's simplistic. I had written the books off as drivel, but then those stupid previews for the movie came out and (damnit!)if I wasn't drawn in. The previews made me want to go out and see the movie. Awesome vampire fights and climbing trees with supernatural speed, and toothy kisses. How could that be bad? Well, it was. There was an exorbitant number of scenes where Bella and Edward just sort of stared at each other and nothing happened. It was very intense and very boring and it's completely weird that those two things should be together. The conflict is this: Everyone in that movie was so damned good looking, I actually felt compelled to watch it to the end. The girl who plays Bella, Kristen Stewart is very beautiful and very wholesome looking. The boy who is Jacob, (only 16!) now I feel dirty, Taylor Lautner is just pretty. He can't help it. And well, I can't help myself, but that Robert Pattinson is just sinful. And I have to confess I've watched the odd interview here or there and seen an appearance or two, and the fact that he doesnt like the books, just endears me to him even more. He somehow pulls off being by my guess drunk (off of the free mini bar backstage or the fans adoration, I can't tell) and at the same token, shy. How in the world, with a face that was made to make women 8 - 80 weak in the knees, could a guy like that possibly be shy. And oh, did I mention? I'm a sucker for an accent?

It's the accent that does me in every time. Damn those imports!!! Daniel Craig, Gerry Butler, Simon Pegg, and now Robert Pattinson. Daniel Craig - I mean c'mon! James Bond is fucking rad, and I will fight you if you disagree. Like, with my bare hands. Preferrably in something fitting of James Bond. Sean Connery (a formidable old fart) was a good James Bond. Heck! He defined the role, but Daniel Craig perfected it. He's dangerous looking, sexy, cool. He looks like he could torture and kill you or fuck you all night and then go out for burgers afterward. I don't know why I find that at all appealing, but GEEZ; You have to admire that kind of quality in someone if for nothing more than his unique constellation of abilities. Yay Daniel Craig. Also, I love James Bond movies. MMM Aston Martin. I want that car.

Gerry Butler - well come on people! He's brilliant isn't he? As a lusty 16 year old, I knew, Gerry was something special in Dracula 2000. I took risks. I dug older men when it was not fashionable to do so. I broke down the walls, and set a new trend baby. Gerry makes your heart go pitter pat. The Scottish brogue is a much imitated, and cherished thing in my house. Half of my roots hail from those lands. His quick smile, and sparkly blues; I dare you to resist him. Resistance is futile.

Simon Pegg, well, he's just special isn't he? I have a particular love for Simon Pegg. Some of you hipsters out there may well be aware of his earlier career, but he was in a show with a lady by the name of Jessica Stevenson, called Spaced. McG wanted to take the concept and make an American version of the show, which THANK GOD he didn't. That is a show that can never be remade. It was perfection the first time around. It holds a particular place in my heart because it's basically my relationship with my old so and so. I'm a writer, and he's a comic geek. He studied to be a graphic artist just like Tim did in the show. I can attest to the fact that he can draw the shit out of Wolverine. He also did a very special drawing of The Maxx just for me. Wow, I'm a geek. Spaced was just, perfect. The movie references, the fashionista and the army obsessed gun toting best friends. All were reflections of my life with my fella. I love Simon Pegg. He is basically my boyfriend with a british accent. I would like to be able to definitively say I wouldn't leave him for Simon, but I don't know if I can make that claim. Gaw! Just kidding, one man is enough for me. I'd have to get used to sleeping next to somebody new all over again, and it would be ages before I could burp or fart comfortably. I would have to buy new underwear and shave, like, all the time. It just sounds too much like work to me. And plus I love my guy too much I think. I think maybe I love Simon Pegg because he reminds me so much of somebody pretty great I know already.

And lastly, this new young man. He's basically, cotton candy for the eyes. Sugary sweet I bet he tastes like doughnuts and cigarette ashes. He'll gain his chops as an actor the more work he gets. He has a lot of potential me thinks. God, that guy is fantastic looking. The sleepy drunk eyes just do it for me I guess. And all of them have an accent. I really would like to visit the UK someday. The fella and I have even thought of moving there permanently someday, but maybe life would be safer if I stayed here. I would be in trouble instantly if I went to London, or Scotland. I'd step off the plane and fall in love with the baggage claim dude. That's no kind of life! Falling in love from voice to voice with reckless abandon. Better to stay stateside until I'm safely married. Then who knows?

Ah well, I can look, and dream. I'll tell you when you know you're getting old, and life becomes sad is when you look at the new hot thing and you think, "Well, you would just think I was some crazy old bitch wouldn't you?" I miss those days when I was much younger and I thought every thing was attainable. I thought, if I do enough crunches and I do my make up really well, I could meet (insert heart throb here) and he might be very interested in me. I miss being 15. Life was so freaking easy. And I thought it was hard. What did I have to worry about?

And as a total sidebar. Thinking back to the days when I was young and broke, how did I afford to go out drinking and smoking every night? I mean, I smoked a pack a day and went out to happy hour 4 times a week. I'm broke now and I make more money than I ever have, so how in the hell did I afford all the fun I had back then? Oh well. It's early/late and I have to go do the work thing tomorrow. I am still very grateful to have a job. Even if it's hard sometimes, and I become angry, my job is still fucking sweet compared to being unemployed. I was unemployed for 6 months. I never want to be unemployed ever again.

Oh yeah, and I'm a cat mother. I adopted a kitty. She was a stray and now she's a princess.

Good night people.