New Year Same Old

 Glad for the time off because it was needed.  Still horribly behind but eh, what's new?

I got the feeling the diva is going to spout off today about people having time off.  I could see from our chat she was getting stressed out.  Every time I'm off for a period of time, there's an indirect comment from her.  Yet when I cried in our meeting, she reached out to me.  I thought you hurt me and you make me feel like crap.  You're part of the reason.  I didn't say that.  Sorry and not sorry if having to work harder took you away from your glorious Tik Tok career, you fool.

Speaking of fools, the Great Fava returned the rent certificate and filled it out incorrectly.  My mom was just going to forget it.  I encouraged her to maybe have the guys fill their part out and we'll say that the Fava didn't want to do it.  She was done and that made me sad.  I think she had to think about it.  She wants me to write another note and send it to him again.  I hope she dictates it because I don't trust myself not to say Hey Jackass, where did you learn to do math?  I wouldn't.  He is a jackass though.

I hope Amy Klobuchar runs for Minnesota governor.  They need a pit bull to take on their dumb pillow guy and Amy is the perfect person.  Maybe Tim Walz would make a great Secretary of Education in the near future.

Ugh.  Six days and more chaos.

Going to keep moving on.

I hope the good humans have a good day. 

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