I suppose this is a midweek post because I’m just getting tired of working from home, eating cold fried chicken (which I love) and having my fair share of the new drink called a Quarantini. This wonderful drink is literally what you make it. I my case it’s white wine with club soda and frozen fruit to keep my drink cold (my enamored white wine spritzers.)
Because let’s face it, when we’re told we can’t go out, all we want to do is go the fuck out. And when we’re told to go out, all we want to do is stay home, go figure. In any case, my friend over at Rivergirl has constantly posted about people who follow her blog and find that they are either vendors of some sort or just plain fucking weird. Then I found myself being asked to be friends to people I don’t even fucking know on no other than FITBIT! Yes I wear a Fitbit since I started to lose weight and run, now the bastard strapped to my wrist tells me to get up and go get another slice of pizza and Quarantini…..bastard!
In any case, I don’t know these people who are asking me to “friend” them on the Fitbit app, if I don’t know you, I’m going to give you a hard NO! Seriously, where do people just decide (at random) I’m going to ask this person I’ve never met to let be their friend?
The last one I got I delete right away, it was from a “Ling Qui Fang” (yes that was the name) and then I read a bit of her profile and it was fucking porn. Her statement was something like she was looking to get ****ed and wanted a ***buddy. Yes the Huntress just used the abbreviated or censored version of the word FUCK, because in that context I’m like….everybody needs to get ****ed, but not on my Fitbit or blog you don’t. Unless it’s to FUCK you up Harley Quinn style, then I’m okay with it, baseball bat, colt .45 revolver and all.
Anyway, I don’t know these people so why would I be your buddy? I’m on my Fitbit to lose weight and run, not to start a sorority, BUT I have one friend I did recognize, and I have as a blog buddy as well, Aunt Deb. Everyone else can just leave me alone.
Oh did I forget to tell y’all that…………………..
I GOT THE JOB IN THE PRESIDENT’S OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got the call and offer yesterday afternoon, after a horrible day dealing with my now resentful director and all because of the incompetence of Thing 1. Yes, she did something wrong and I got blamed for it (this was before the phone call) and I was fuming. But I didn’t do or say anything as I just read the accusatory email and fumed alone, at home…..Quarantini in hand. But after I received the phone call from one of the ladies in the President’s office, everything seemed to melt away, all the stress, anxiety, resentment just seemed to fall off me like a wet bath towel. I had myself another, even bigger Quarantini, ordered my favorite pizza from Pizza Hut, Super Supreme with extra, extra jalapenos and ate said celebratory pizza in sheer happiness and satisfaction that I will never have to hear gawddamned Baby Kermit gerp ever again!!! I watched Suicide Squad happy as a clam in sand, anticipating the reaction of my entire department when I turn in my letter of resignation, which I’ve had since they hired that stupid bitch Baby Kermit. Did I mention I’ll be getting $14K more in salary? No, oh well then yes, this move is not only a promotion, but I’ll be getting paid way more.
I don’t want to brag, but what can I say getting paid more to leave micromanaging and Baby fucking Kermit behind? It’s a WIN-WIN if you ask me. I’m not going to start until June 1st but I’m okay with that….I’m okay with everything right now.
This is the Huntress, over and out!