One more thing

Ok, fine. A COUPLE more things, and then I promise that I am through whoring up the Blogosphere. But just for the day.

Thing Numero Eins (Do you like how I used three languages there? English, Spanish and German? Did you catch that? Good stuff, right?)

I want to apologize for the lack of thoughtful blogging this week. I feel like my entries have been mildly entertaining, at best, rather than…whatever the hell they usually are. I was going to say informative, but that’s obviously not the right word choice. Thought provoking? Not for most, probably. Unless you’re a 16 year old boy, in which case, maybe you were provoked to thought by the countless times I’ve used the word “cock” within the past few weeks. I have an excuse, though, which leads me to:

Thing Numero Zwei

I am losing my mind. Literally. (Can that statement even be literal?) Our Office Manager is out on vacation this week (and next) which means that not only have I been assistant editor and executive assistanting, but so too have I been office managering. That’s right, folks. I am doing the jobs of three people. THREE. I am so incredibly stressed that I might actually break out into tears soon. Sure, our office is small. It’s roughly 20 people. But when all 20 of those people throw work at you, from 20 separate and bat shit insane directions, it’s enough to give a girl an annureism. I don’t even know what an annureism is (which should be evidenced by the fact that I have no fucking clue how to spell it.) But I probably have one. I’m significantly pissed off and feel incredibly taken advantage of. And it’s not looking like this is going to end soon. I haven’t taken a lunch break in the past three days. I just paid $20 for a chopped salad, because it’s the only thing that I can eat without having to leave my office. In a way I’m thankful for this, because I think I have damn good evidence to site in my discussion next month about wanting, and totally deserving, a pretty significant raise. My week has been filled with writing news briefs, editing, answering incessant phone calls, scheduling meetings, filling prescriptions, making sure Audi doesn’t screw up tire changes, catering lunches for rich people, transcribing interviews and making sure the fucking office doesn’t catch on fire all while trying to maintain a smile, like it’s my job. Because it is. This is NOT ok. Not ok at all. THREE PEOPLE’S JOBS. BY MYSELF.

Thing Numero Drei

Ahem. Amindinmotown made my day, though, when she crowed me with the award of “Kick Ass Blogger.” I don’t know how, I don’t know why and I sure as hell don’t really even know what that means, but it really made my day, and I think it’s uber sweet. So in a word, “Thanks!” And all you little bitches go check out her blog, ok?

FINAL THING

It’s Friday. Thank God. Friday means it is time to submit your questions for Monday’s Coffee Q&A. Either comment this post with your question, or email me via the info provided on my contact page by Sunday at 8pm Pacific Time, and I’ll link back to you during answer time. Thanks for sticking with me guys, I have some good stuff coming up this weekend. Now please excuse me while I go light myself on fire. Loves!