I am now idly wondering if there's anyone in the US who's named their child Sharknado.

Almost cetainly

Sharknado J. Smith, of Craptacular Falls. Sounds about right.

The coolest girl's name I ever encountered was an RA at my university named Rebel Holiday. She grew up to be a leetle bit sketchy, but I'll never not love that name.

Wow. I could not be having a shittier day than if I was actually covered in excrement. Seriously. What is UP with this day?

Huge fight with the manager of the pet care company. Apparently my supporting him makes him angry and, the new hiring practice which was put in place because HIS head was exploding, 'just doesn't work for him.' We've been doing it for 2 weeks, during which I have met every one of his needs. He he demanded that we stop immediately, because he said so, or he refuses to do his job.

Massive fight with dog walking client who is tremendously difficult. I wrote a good email for the owner to send to the client. Pet care manager, see above, hits reply all with a snarky remark about cutting her loose. Client explodes.

I can't even.

Ooops, didn't need to say that twice.

Oh, ugh, bonny. I'm sorry. That sounds utterly shit-stained. Does the manager have some secret giant trauma going on that he's trying not to tell anyone about and it's leaking out around the edges and poisoning everything? That's the only reason I can think of for him suddenly going full-tilt asshole out of the blue.

Unless he's always been listing asshole-ward and today happens to be the day he reached his tipping point.

Bonny, I have often thought that it sounds like you do so much work for that business and handle so much b.s. for it, that you should just have your own business.

I got out of the house today! In my own car that I was able to drive myself. Right in time to be snowed in again this weekend. I was honestly feeling so very trapped. Now I'm home and exhausted. I picked up a already cooked chicken for dinner so that cooking would be less work for TCG.

NOT SHOCKINGLY, my mother was the WORST about that, Burrell.

Not shocking AT ALL!

She was Not Fond of my name choices, and kept suggesting shit like Sandee. (Two Es)

Which I will forever write in my head as "Big 'S', small 'a', small 'n', Big 'D', little 'e', 'little 'e' with a star on top of it."

Franny was of course Buffistina Monkeypants back during her utero days.

Does the manager have some secret giant trauma going on that he's trying not to tell anyone about and it's leaking out around the edges and poisoning everything?

Yes! You got it in one.

He has been listing asshole-ward for the entire time I've known him. I finally got wise and stopped trying to be his friend, but that has not made me immune to his emotional shenanigans.

Truth to tell, he has no life outside the company and, it is assumed, feels threatened by me. The thing is, he was this way before I came on but the owner just. won't. fire. him.

Just a couple of days ago, I was singing about how I have been loving the job more these days than ever in my time with them. Today, totally not.

Also, this is the day I sent a letter to my landlord, outlining the repairs that need to be made and that I will be taking legal action if he does not respond. I'm all shaky inside about it.

I had a courier deliver the letter because, it turns out that the certified letters I send him, (which he refuses to pick up at the post office) do not constitute legal delivery of anything.

The courier dispatcher chuckled when she asked where I was delivering the letter and my response was "20 feet from my door."

Could I ask or some housing ~ma?

I have lived here for 16 years and love the area, if not the problems with the place and the terrible landlord. I am ready, however, to see what it feels like to live somewhere without this struggle.

The iconic nature of having TWO men in my life who have treated me unjustly and have gotten away with it for a long time, is not lost on me.

I just wish I could figure out whatever this lesson is so I can get the hell over it and move on.