DadaMama: The Asshatter's Ball

April 24, 2008

The Asshatter's Ball

Now is the ideal time for me to be looking for work.

Exhibit A: Yesterday I received a call from a local private school, whose director very kindly called me to tell me that the resume and cover letter I sent them were addressed to someone else. She just wanted me to know.

Exhibit B: Today I got an envelope from the elementary school where Gus will be attending kindergarten in the fall. Inside? The mortgage statement and pay stub I had brought in to prove we really do live where we say we do. Apparently I left those with the person that took my son's paperwork.

So not only do my clothes not fit--I HAVE NO BRAINS LEFT IN MY HEAD.

As you were.

Apr 24, 2008 5:11:13 PM | Yer Killin' Me, Smalls

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