Take This Job And…

So. Long time, no blog. I have been away on vacation for quite some time, and it feels like my mind’s been away longer.

Much of my vacation was spent with Grandmother in Colorado. A most depressing visit, I must say. She is a few fries short of a Happy Meal these days, and repeats herself endlessly, and not on topics you’d want to hear about endlessly. It’s mostly talk about herself and her inability to cope with being 93 years old. She has always been self-centered, but it is more pronounced now. Very hard to sit still and listen to, but one has to put up with one’s grandmother’s eccentricities when she’s 93, I guess. She’s also quite happy to come up with inane little chores for my mother and I to do for her, and does so with glee. I don’t know how many plants we planted or stuff we fetched, but it kept us hopping. I’m glad I went, though, because who knows when I’ll have the chance to go back? And she’s very definitely decided not to come live with us, because if she did, she’d have other people to compete with for attention she says Mother would suffer under the burden of caring for her. (She announced that she’s scared of Phoenix, too, for some reason. She’s quite the dramatic.)

So, after six days of working with (and for) dear Grandmother, I’m back at work. It is still the vile place I left it. I just had a nasty encounter with a co-worker over the phone, the ramifications of which will prove to be unfortunate for me. I can’t get over how bitchy and unhelpful this woman can be, and how she can keep her job around here. I don’t know how any of us keep our jobs around here, come to think of it, when we can’t get along any better. I remember why I relished the thought of a long vacation: to get away from the bastards and witches in charge around here.

On a happier note, we are enjoying a number of very good British TV series at home. Besides loving Doctor Who, we are enjoying Life on Mars and Hex. Hex is like Buffy with more sex and angst, if that’s possible. It’s nutty and slutty, too. Life on Mars features time travel, which is always a plus, and is? intriguing.? What would we do without our British TV shows?

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to hell I go?


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