Little Suzie Sunshine is Eclipsing

I came to work yesterday in a fairly good mood. I gave myself my daily "Don't let them bring you down," pep talk before I got here and I managed to smile and nod while listening to Lulu sing the "We're a shuttin' down!" song all. Fricken. Day. Long.

All the while telling myself, "I'm okay. I have everything I need. We're going to be fine."

Then, Bossman called me in to his office and spoke the words of fear, "Close the door."

Effective March 2nd, I'm back to 32 hours a week. Bossman is being furloughed a week in March and in the following months if the current trend continues.

In between Lulu's Chicken Little act and Bossman dropping the latest on me, I went home for lunch and was greeted by Ma, half dressed and her hair doing a cockadoodle-doo imitation, informing me that she'd hired someone to come fix the floor. When I asked her how she was going to pay for it, she said either Aunt Moses or herself would be selling their bodies.

She would not tell me who she hired or any other information. I got pissed off and came back to work.

I'm glad she's got plenty of money to just go off willy nilly and hire people to do whatever.

The Amazon needs new jeans. She has body parts hanging out of the ones she's got now and she's got to work all weekend. Now.. she's not going to be able to run to Big City to get some as planned, unless Mr. Floor Fixit is done in time today.

Leaving Ma alone with a man with power tools is dangerous business.

I'm quickly running out of Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy. My peptalks are wearing thin. The only thing keeping me going is singing this little ditty in my head when everyone else starts going on and on.. AND FRIGGEN ON.. about how AWFUL everything is:





It's Friday. Whatever.

Later Taters.

P.S. Oh yeah.. and I've got the crud.