Writing: Uh...yeah...sure

(I will not blog about work, I will not blog about work, I will not blog about work.)

Which really sucks when such blog-worthy things are happening.

But I'm not going to blog about work. Because I need the paycheck, however piddily it may be.

But if I could blog about work, you would laugh so hard at the actual conversations that take place, and not only take place but are done so seriously. Times like this I really do wish I could earn money taking online surveys or stuffing envelopes.

It sucks when you like your job and you like the people you work with but there is always that ONE challenging person that, because the fates have conspired against you, you have to work closely with. And this person is your button-pusher. The one that says things that are so out there...so completely irrevelant and you, because of some sort of power force, are unable to say anything to defend yourself and/or clear up a situation. You may try to do so, politely, respectfully, hell even lovingly but they just don't get it.

Which is bad and trying to me. I mean if these things were actually happening at my job, which of course, since I don't blog about my job, they are not.

The other website is a slow-go for right now. Apparently, I have to learn some sort of new language, comparative to Latin, to get it to work like a blog, i.e. if I don't want to use someone else's template. Which I don't. There just ain't too many Smudgebaby-esque templates around, know what I mean?