What Now Shall We Do?

fig. 1-1. Yes, Fiverr is addictive

So big heaping pile of bad at work. I've been placed on administrative leave (paid...thank God) because I showed up to a staff meeting after a reasonable night of drinking. Apparently the smell of booze on you is never a good thing to have at work. Neat....

So before returning to work, I have to undergo a Drug and alcohol assessment. Not to say I'm going to blow the doors off the assessment, but I quote the Joker in that "wait until they get a load of me."

Time Don't Stop...And Neither Does My Cynical Nature....

Fellow readers.

First and foremost, apologies for my spotty posts. As you've read sporadically, I've been going through what I can describe as the best (coughcoughworstcoughcough) year of my life.

That being said, I'm still committed to sharing the wealth of my hatred of all things humanity as ever.

Do I have more empathy for those that have suffered personal loss? Yes. Do I have my sympathy for those who struggle? Without question.

Will I no longer rip on people who have too many kids, eat way too much, or get away with crimes unpunished? No f**king way.

Help me help you. ;)

I'm Back...And I Brought Friends......

Yeah, I found Fiverr.com, and I've decided to give it a whack.

In this, I found a Scotsman with a dulcet voice who read one of my previous rage posts. Found here.

Damn. Everything does sound better in Scottish....

fig. 1-1. Yeah....my job.

Best day ever (*fart noise).

Received the 2nd write up (within two weeks) from my son-of-a-bitch boss for basically nothing within my control.

How is it, as a leader, can I be held accountable for something my staff does at 3am in the morning? If they decide to tapdance up and down the street naked smearing their bodies with green jello (which didn't happen, just trying to make a point), that can't be my fault.

My new boss is one of the classic leadership failures "the-beatings-will-continue-until-morale-improves", and has me on a 30 day Performance Action plan...which I, having a dual Master's in HR knows of as the Kiss of Death.

NOBODY ever lives through a corrective action plan. Those things are court documents that show that they "tried" to make things better.

Got an idea bitch, instead of writing me up and tell me what's broke, why don't you be proactive and tell me how to fix it?

F*cking Human Beings.

Dubbya-Tee-FRENCH??

fig. 1-1. Heh?

Blogger fans.

Apologies for the lack of a presence, but ALOT of sh*t has happened and I'm finally crawling my sad-ass out of the depths of despair...(empowering right? ;)

Soooo, let's play catch up bullet style!

• Dad died. (Rest In Peace Dad....you were my greatest hero, and I'm bent on making you proud)
• Uncle...Dad's twin brother died (Rest in Peace Uncle...I love you because you made Dad so happy)
• Received my first complaint from the EEOC (apparently, you cant fire a black woman...EVER)
• Received my first write-up in my entire professional career (yeah, done poorly I might add)
• Started therapy again (weeeee! I made my therapist do a spit take!)
• Tried to figure out this new blogger format!

That all being said, I'm committed to delivering to you my daily rants about all the b.s. that happens in this world, along with shameless pics and stories of women in boots, spandex, latex, and just everything that awesome.

Guess what.....I'M BACK BITCH!

Azurael

Can't Stop, Won't Stop...Wirka Wirka!

I'm comin' back bitches...and I'm more cynical then ever.... ;)