How sweet of him, to let us in his house. Perhaps, one day, if we present a copy of our latest negative HIV test and wear latex gloves he might let us eat in the kitchen with the dogs.

Oh, and I’m not stuffing anything down that guy’s throat, so he can just stop all the flirting.

On a lighter note, perhaps you’ll enjoy today’s quote from the distinguished gentleman, senator from Utah, Chris Buttars:

I meet with the gays here and there. They were in my house two weeks ago. I don’t mind gays. But I don’t want ‘em stuffing it down my throat all the time.

I would love to see some of our executives frog-marched outta here, but I’m afraid that they simply don’t have enough imagination to steal.

And remember, I work in the Creative Department.

It’s been like sitting through a tech rehersal for Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers , and The Eumenides one after the other- with all the whimsy and glee that occasion entails removed, of course. Did I mention that I’m in the chorus and the director won’t let me leave the stage to pee? Oh, and in this scenario I’m also the union rep and the cast hates the production team.

It’s been like that.

I found out today we are letting the contractors go, so it won’t be much longer till I know what’s what for me.

I learned not to care which took on forms which might have gotten me into trouble.

One day during a several month brief respite to the misery of failure/layoffs, I was actually in a good mood at work and started to whistle as I walked down the hallway. Don’t know why, but just did. I noticed a tall regal/pompous looking fellow in well tailored business slacks and white shirt. Didn’t care either. Continued to whistle.

As I got closer, I immediately remembered an old US Navy saying about how only bosun’s mates and fools whistle. Turns out the tall regal/pompous fellow was my CEO and he was glaring at me. I continued to whistle as he continued to glare at me. As we got closer, I returned his angry glare with a shrug of my shoulders (not being the total fool, I kept my security badge out of his line of sight) and went on my merry way.

I told my coworkers about that encounter and they fully expected me to be shitcanned. Turns out fate was a cruel bitch to my CEO because he was fired less than a week later and is now on trial for insider trading and fraud. Heh.

@Tommmcatt is hunkered down in the trenches: Is that still no closer to resolution?

Only sideways, dear.

@Promnight:

I am about there with the mouse. My job is now about 60% marketing and 40% politics. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on, the executives aren’t talking except to say cryptic things like “Are you prepared for an earthquake at home? Be prepared for one here”- which is sadistic, IMHO.

Bastards.

And they are the people I spend the majority of my waking hours with, and have been, for 7 years. I am, well, slowly going insane.