Karmic Payback?

Clearly somewhere along the line, I've really, really pissed someone off. I'm not all that surprised, I can be pretty abrasive, and I tend to state my opinion as if it's a fact (when that's only true some of the time). Anyway, I feel like I'm being made an example of for some reason in my workplace. Nothing really I can do about it though, I could not work, but then I wouldn't get enough money in my paycheck, and things would get ugly. I will tell you there are some women out there who are lucky as hell that I live 3,000 miles away or I'd be kicking some serious ass. Stupid, skanky bitches.

All this has lead me to believe, though, that it's very possible that I made a mistake continuing to work for this company as a transcriptionist when I used to work as a trainer of transcriptionists. It's possible that I know the strengths and weaknesses of those in charge too well to really be able to respect them professionally. Because most of the time, I don't. Some of them, sure, but most certainly not all or even necessarily most. I know I don't like a mindset that emphasizes production over quality and ambition over qualifications. In any case, I'll be dusting off my resume this weekend.

In nonprofessional events, fall seems to have landed with a wet slap. It's once again rainy season in the Pacific Northwest. It rained all day yesterday, took a break last night, and it's raining again. I'm not planning to go out into it today; I hope nothing comes up to change that plan.

I didn't blog after family dinner on Wednesday because nothing extraordinary happened. It was just a nice meal (of which I ate way too much) with family. Everyone left early, so A and I watched America's Next Top Model. (Shhh, don't tell anyone I watched; I'm a known rabid oponent of reality shows, but there's nothing else on Wednesday night at 8 that I want to watch). Every time Tyra Banks is on camera, I can't help but think, "now I know her breasts are real," thanks to her talk show episode dedicated to them and the fact that I had to read about it for days afterward. My own fault, I guess, for being a tabloid gossip magazine junkie. At least it's cheaper than crack.

One nice thing about me today: I haven't actually called anyone a stupid, fat, fucking cow today. (A stretch, I know, but it's raining, and while I generally like what I do for a living, today I'm not happy with those I work for.) If I do have to go out today though, I'm probably going to moo at people who piss me off in traffic.

BTW, the absconded Tums returned, but the lid to the bottle is still out there somewhere. At least if I get heartburn I'll be able to take something.