I actually got "douchenozzle" from the Shakespeare's Sister bloggers--they were trying to come up with rude-ass insults that didn't end up being totally based in misogyny when you looked closely at them (bastard, son of a bitch, etc.), and they settled on douche and douchenozzle. Since a douche is an item of very limited use, potentially harmful to a woman's pleasure center, mass-marketed to essentially stigmatize the normal workings of a perfectly normal part of every woman's body, anything douche-related makes a perfect "useless malignant waste of space that really needs to just not exist" insult.
Or, in short, Aims's ex-boss.
Vibing so damn hard for good news from the place you had the stellar interview with.
Cross fingers - I'm calling them right now.
I actually got "douchenozzle" from the Shakespeare's Sister bloggers--they were trying to come up with rude-ass insults that didn't end up being totally based in misogyny when you looked closely at them (bastard, son of a bitch, etc.), and they settled on douche and douchenozzle. Since a douche is an item of very limited use, potentially harmful to a woman's pleasure center, mass-marketed to essentially stigmatize the normal workings of a perfectly normal part of every woman's body, anything douche-related makes a perfect "useless malignant waste of space that really needs to just not exist" insult.
Oh Shakespeare's Sister, how much do you rock!!
There is NOTHING wrong with you, Aims, for real. This guy is an insane fucktard. You're going to be much better off without him, and that job, in the long run.
Worth repeating.
Multiple times.
Still hasn't been said enough for my tastes.
Steph, whence comes your tag?
The 6 Creepiest Comic Book Characters of All Time (my tag is from #5).
Oh, Aimee, there's nothing wrong with YOU. He, however, is King of the Douchenozzles. I hope he needs something from you very badly and that you've saved the CYA files somewhere safe. If he contests your unemployment, Ima drive over there and slap the shit out of him myself.
New laptop. New week.
Our Ohio house issues are being solved by the HR VP. We should have our paperwork done on Friday and get our $30K (which we need to pay off DH's 401K loan for the downpayment on this house).
We were in Columbus this past weekend to check on the house and get some things done. I also got to go to Nordstrom's for a bra-fitting. I spent too much money on two French bras but damn, they make the girls look fabulous.
I've been very skippity lately, apparently due to exhaustion. All I can think is the tree sex has gotten the better of me. Walking around in a muzzy-headed daze that did not feel any different than the usual wacky-weekend-work-schedule. Until yesterday, that is.
It being Mother's Day, the first thing I did when I got home from work was to call my mom.
She answered.
I enthusiastically wished her a "Happy Birthday!"
"No, wait, that's not right. Your birthday is in August."
Oh, well. I gave her the gift of laughter.
Why is my office minus twelve thousand degrees today??? It's fucking MAY, office! Get with the program!
Between the treesex and this cold, all I want to do is go home and sleep. Unfortunately, my co-worker called in sick this morning too, so I'm here alone with nobody to cover for me.
MASSIVE FAIL, MONDAY!
Why is my office minus twelve thousand degrees today??
One of those days when I wish we could even it out. Rather on the toasty side here. My A/C bill is gonna suck this month.
sending the ~ma for Aims
I am behind everyone in saying that your ex-boss is a tooltastic fucktard, and I hope that the new place hires you soon.
Two words: Consulting. Fee.
I think that I'd be more along the lines of FUCK. YOU., but I'm a bridge burner like that.
