Thursday, October 21, 2010
Calgon, Take Me Away!
Calgon, take me away!
Ha ha ha...that has to be one of the most overused "I can't take it anymore" catch phrases. I was thinking about it today when I had to get up this morning, and I could hardly force my thousand pound self out of bed. Well, I imagined I felt that heavy anyway, because it's Thursday and me so cranky, and the tv room is disastrous, and there are, once again, piles of clothes that need to be put away, and the dishes have been waiting for me since lunch time, and if I have to make just ONE MORE PEANUT BUTTER AND JAM SANDWICH...but I HAVE to make it, because Jack hates the way THE MAN makes it, because The Man refuses to get ON BOARD and cut the crusts off with the scissors, but instead, sawed them off with a knife last time, which gave the bread a very "bitty" rough-hewn edge, and that is completely unacceptable in Jack's world, and I'm oh so sleepy. Well, I ain't making dinner. That's for sure.
And you know what else I've been thinking about...nay, can't stop thinking about? The Man told me that he should be getting a raise soon. Hey, that's great, I said. He does a really good job, and he's very dilligent. Yeah. And he gets to sit down all day. Mm hmm. And I don't. Yup. And I have piles and piles and piles of work to do. And he "punches the clock" by 5 every day, and I don't punch the clock till 9.
WHERE IS MY FREAKING RAISE?!? Lousy job with no real pay cheque.
Time to LOSE OURSELVES IN LUXURY, girls and boys. When is the magic bath tub going to show up at my door? Maybe around the same time the magic cocktail cart makes an appearance.