Fair Play is Overrated

I'm back at the Asylum this morning after another mandatory long weekend and we've got a lot to cover, so let's just jump right in with both feet, shall we?

For the past few months, Lulu and I have noticed that Thelma was in an unusually good mood. She seemed easy going, kind of mellow.. leading us to speculate that she must be on some damned good medication. Her usual short fuse and manipulative nature were gone, she was even... friendly.

Last week, something changed. It was as if someone had flipped a switch, overnight she went back to her loud, controlling nature from before. Now she hits the door every morning, her mouth running wide open, loudly bitching, complaining and proclaiming the stupidity of each and every person on the planet other than herself.

It's scary ya'll.

The only time we don't hear her complaining about everything and everyone else in the world, is when she, Louise and the shipping bitch clerk are in there whispering loudly. It sounds like a pit of slithery vipers, hissing and spitting their venom. After making the decision to stop playing nice.. because honestly, if you're the only one playing by the rules, you're going to get crapped on.. I started making excuses to suddenly appear in Thelma and Louise's office, like a stealthy ninja sales clerk, whenever I hear them in there hissing, grinning like the Cheshire cat at the sudden end to their conversation and the verbal scrambling of Louise and Bubbles, trying to change the subject mid sentence.

Because I'm a bitch like that.

There's something weird going on with Bubbles too. She suddenly went from wearing jeans three out of her four scheduled days to wearing matronly dresses and giant, clip on earrings almost every day. Something must have been said to her. It's the only explanation that makes any sense.

Anywho.. I'd better get to work. I've almost gotten my filing caught up, I'm down to two piles instead of four (yay me!)

Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!