A Sphinctoral Survey

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Farewell, Fartiste

To catch you up--The Fartiste retired end of December 2019. I was surprised to learn I wasn't the only one who found her repellent. One of our former "boss men," even said to me directly, "DO NOT even let me know any details about her retirement party!" 

TBH, I wish I didn't have to go. But I sat 24" from her (thereabouts) for the five years leading up to her retirement--it wouldn't look good if I ditched the party. I went and sat with friends (and no, when I say friends it doesn't include JabippyLoo, the co-worker who emailed me a photo of a particularly prodigious morning dump which is still sitting in my Photo Bucket if I ever get around to reactivating my account). I sat with friends and spent time catching up with former co-workers who went on to greener pastures. 

Her last day was supposed to be December 20th; however, for some inexplicable reason, she showed up on the 21st. And when she started rustling about getting her coat at the end of the day, the actual very last day of her employment, I quickly got up and went to the restroom, and lingered there until such time I was certain she had vacated the premises. I could not muster up enough give-a-fuck to wish her well YET AGAIN before she left. We were never friends. She made that quite apparent. She isn't entitled to one more drop of fake give-a-fuck. Running to the restroom was as close to an Irish Goodbye as I was able to do.

She has been gone a year and a half and her influence still casts a pall in our office for me and one other admin, especially during evaluation time. One might think I'm paranoid, but I am certain she undermined both of us every chance she got. 

And, well, JabippyLoo (while I'm at it) proved herself not to be a friend (and she was the reason why my blogging hopped from here to WordPress), and she finally retired in September 2020. I just wish I could find a way to get her out of my head. But she was a parasite--or as my dad would describe such people: the birds that sit on an elephant's ass waiting to pick out the peanuts from their shit. 

More jocularity in the next post, hopefully, but trying to do a bit of housekeeping regarding The Fartiste and JabippyLoo, who were both featured heavily in this blog and other blogs of mine.

I'm here. I ain't dead yet. Trying to find the funny.

It's Been A While...

 Trying to get back in the swing of things; and it has been so long since I tinkered with my WordPress blog, I cannot figure out how to migrate all my old stuff HERE. So, I did the next best thing, I cross referenced it in my list of blogs I follow--so if you want the old shit it's there. 

I am hoping to get back into the swing of things, and try to warehouse crazy posts I find online, and maybe occasionally grouse about work. 

So for my first post in a long time, I present Slip ‘N Slide Game Show Shoot Stopped By ‘Explosive Diarrhea’.

I still have all my other blogs (food, health, crochet, and ones devoted to each of my parents), but this will be the blog where I warehouse and spotlight the crazy.

I missed the sense of community I had from blogging, and hope to rebuild that bigger, stronger, faster, akin to the Million Dollar Man.

I hope you all have been well.