The psycho vein is pulsating!!
It's no secret that I'm a single mom. I support myself and Mancub without any help from his father. This isn't a bitch session about that. I made my bed and now I sleep in it. I'm here to declare that I'm friggin' tired and need a dot gammed vacation from the work place. I'm sick of all the internal shiznit that takes place. I know I'm not alone, but I haven't taken more than a couple days off in a row in a long time. I might internally combust if I don't get some relief.
I appreciate having employment. Don't get me wrong and don't for a second believe I am looking a gift horse in the mouth. I'm on my feet all f'ing day long and I hurt. I ache.
Again, if I'm not permitted to just forget that place for an extended amount of time we might need to call upon the finest CSI team in the country. JUST SAYIN'!
I turn to Queen of Disco Donna Summer to sing it!
And once she's done singing, Mr. Mercury and the boys can take over:
And while I'm at it, I think Todd Rundgren should have a shot at explaining how I feel on this very day:
I'm not able to afford a fancy get away. I might only be able to dip my toes in a kiddie pool in my own back yard while I sip margaritas and read a trashy romance novel. It's not about physical location. My mind can transport me anywhere I want to go. Naturally having a cabana boy that isn't my neighbor the Garden Gnome would be preferable. Let's not even put that thought into further motion. GACK!
OK, so maybe my fantasy isn't fine-tuned, but at least I have a good humor about it.
"You've come for the cabana boy job? You do realize it doesn't pay. You'd be my beckon call boy for free. I work hard and I need a break. It would be heaven to have someone cater to my needs just for a few days ... no questions asked. I mean, things like making my drinks, fetching me fresh fruit, cooking light dinners. Perhaps a nice foot massage and a pedicure .... Oh, perks? Hmmm I wasn't thinking about your needs ... Ohhhh, perks for me? As in "extracurricular nighttime shenanigans?" ... if you're up to it. Sure, I'd be willing to oblige..."
The applicants:
Daydreaming is healthy.
I appreciate having employment. Don't get me wrong and don't for a second believe I am looking a gift horse in the mouth. I'm on my feet all f'ing day long and I hurt. I ache.
Again, if I'm not permitted to just forget that place for an extended amount of time we might need to call upon the finest CSI team in the country. JUST SAYIN'!
I turn to Queen of Disco Donna Summer to sing it!
And once she's done singing, Mr. Mercury and the boys can take over:
And while I'm at it, I think Todd Rundgren should have a shot at explaining how I feel on this very day:
I'm not able to afford a fancy get away. I might only be able to dip my toes in a kiddie pool in my own back yard while I sip margaritas and read a trashy romance novel. It's not about physical location. My mind can transport me anywhere I want to go. Naturally having a cabana boy that isn't my neighbor the Garden Gnome would be preferable. Let's not even put that thought into further motion. GACK!
OK, so maybe my fantasy isn't fine-tuned, but at least I have a good humor about it.
"You've come for the cabana boy job? You do realize it doesn't pay. You'd be my beckon call boy for free. I work hard and I need a break. It would be heaven to have someone cater to my needs just for a few days ... no questions asked. I mean, things like making my drinks, fetching me fresh fruit, cooking light dinners. Perhaps a nice foot massage and a pedicure .... Oh, perks? Hmmm I wasn't thinking about your needs ... Ohhhh, perks for me? As in "extracurricular nighttime shenanigans?" ... if you're up to it. Sure, I'd be willing to oblige..."
The applicants:
Daydreaming is healthy.
What a day for a daydream...
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A Holy Trinity of Burning Man Love!
You deserve ALL three!
This is awesome. I love the videos and was thinking that a nice addition would be the theme sequence from the old TV show, "Alice." Early to rise, early to bed...
ReplyDeleteNow after the shift-eyed, greasy-pawed, fuzzy young chap situation, you really need a vacation!
would apply for the cabana boy job.
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