Oh, for the love of...

I haven't said word one in here lately, so thought I'd stop in and give the very latest: In addition to all the other life-crises I've been facing lately (and no, I don't feel like going into detail on those at the moment), I find out that Verizon has declared a surplus in our district of 34 people. Unfortunately, our district consists of two offices: ours, which is large, and the Troy office, which contains less than 25 employees. Since I only have about 13 people below me in seniority, by the time the smoke clears, I'll most likely be bye-bye. I do not fucking need this right now.

But of course I can't think of that, or any of the other stuff that's going on, because Life is being very cranky about not slowing down. Today I have to shepherd Abbey to a birthday party and a Daisy Scouts sledding outing, not to mention whatever other errands I have to run, instead of what I'd like to do, which is to pull a blanket over my head and scream.

This officially qualifies as my Worst Vacation Ever. If I did drugs, I'd be doing them right now.

And on another note: Why is it that when the public radio announcer mentioned that the open-mic-poetry-reading-slash-baking-contest was called the Sylvia Plath Bake-Off, she didn't fall over laughing?