Crazy Office Ladies and Goldilocks Tranny

It's nice and warm here in Frog Pond Holler today. I think spring is on it's way, although it would be nice to have an actual winter for a change. It seems weird to be going to work without a jacket when people up north and in the midwest are buried in snow.

Things around the Cubicle Asylum are about the same. I've now resorted to wearing an earplug in one ear, on the side that Bubbles is on, just so I can concentrate enough to work. Yeah, ya'll know the crazy lady that resides in the corner of every office, quietly mumbling to herself, rocking to and fro and being anti social? The one everyone expects to freak out and have a meltdown at any minute?

That would be me.

The constant personal phone calls.. all day long.. talk of goat breeding.. the slamming of her open palm on the surface of her desk while she talks on the phone, presumably to drive her point home..when she's practically yelling to begin with....

WHY ARE THEY ALL CRAZY??????

Lulu and I have come to the conclusion that only crazy people want to work there and she and I are the only sane ones. That's right.. I'm the sane one. Is that not the scariest thought??

Moving on...

In the past we've talked about my odd dreams, their prophetic qualities, I've even shared those instances when pieces of them seem to come true. Rest assured, I also have senseless, crazy dreams like everyone else. One night last week, I dreamed I was in the mob, hanging out with James Gandolfini and shooting at an opposing family. We were having a right spiffy gun battle on the grounds of an old elementary school in the neighborhood I grew up in. Then we ran to a house for cover, which I realized after waking and relaying the dream's events to someone, was the house belonging to a school mate from the 8th grade who later was convicted of assisting in the torturing and killing of her father by her boyfriend. There was something about a bank in the dream too, I'm not sure if we were robbing it or what.

I chalk it up to too much Dollar General brand Extra Strength PMS Formula before bed.

Friday night I stretched out lounged seductively on the couch to allow my freakishly engorged slightly swollen right ankle to return to a size somewhat resembling something HUMAN ease off a bit and to watch a bit of television. Ya'll know I was waiting for my Friday night dose of Craig Ferguson. Well, being the long in the tooth old hag that I am not quite as young as I used to be, I dozed off and drifted off to dream land. When I woke up, The Late Late Show was on, but just before waking I'd had a strange dream. It was about Goldilocks attempting a home invasion of the three bears. It seems, she had developed a weight problem, a bad attitude and was stomping heavily about the house. She also had a Scottish accent.. and a deep voice. I think she would have been a good candidate for hormone therapy.

Anyway...

It's time for me to get back to work. The Amazon comes home for Spring Break next week, I'm stoked.

Ya'll be blessed.