Tuesday, July 22, 2014

It's hard to write when you're up to your eyeballs in it.

After I finally left Corporate America for good, I kind of mourned all that blog fodder. What in the world would I write about if not Creepy Rajeev, the world's best sexual harasser? Or how Corporate Behemoth required me to use a tool that they wouldn't allow me to install on my computer?

It was a time of intense soul-searching.

However, never fear! I have found that crazy is all around us. Case in point: I'm currently working with a client that does everything by committee. A rather disheveled committee wherein everybody is multitasking and no one is really taking charge. Working with these folks is a lot like herding cats.

We have the guy whose email signature is "This is an email from: Bob Smith." Just in case you didn't realize you're reading an email, and that it was from Bob.

We also have the guy who makes final decisions, but then changes his mind after it's too late. You know, like after a billboard is printed and up. Little issues.

Then, there's the guy who promises to do a lot of stuff, doesn't, and then points out what everybody else is doing wrong. He's swell.

And finally, we have the guy who emailed me, took my business card, received 3 emails from me, and then left me a voicemail in which he stated, "I would have emailed you, but I don't have your email address."

So.

Speaking of shit, it turns out that Lil' Frankfurter has inflammatory bowel disease.

Yep. Well, either inflammatory bowel disease or cancer. Or some fungal disease that comes from the Amazon. But we're betting on inflammatory bowel disease. Because who doesn't love the word "bowel?"

Lil' Frank has been on meds for about 2 weeks and, miraculously, has actually gained some weight. This is good, because I felt really, really guilty for calling him "Skeletor," even though it was so fitting because you could count his ribs from across the room. Now, you just have to be next to him to count his ribs.

So, he's still skinny, but he's gaining weight, even though he's still pooping like it's his job. I, personally, would be fine if he didn't work so much, especially since it's disconcerting to see a 5-pound dog produce a 4-pound poo. But mostly, I'm just happy that he's no longer wasting away.

So. Two varieties of shit. That's why I haven't been writing much.

9 comments:

Jenny Hart Boren said...

"Like it's his job"--oh, you're killin' me, Cha Cha. I'm sorry your pup has been feeling so punk and I'm glad to read he is recovering.

Becky said...

I worked with that guy who changes his mind at the last minute. Fun times.

Cassi said...

And I have definitely worked with the guy who emails you and then says he doesn't have your email. Grrr!

I hope your pup can gain some weight soon. Poor guy.

8 said...

Sounds like Lil Frank is on the road to recovery.

smalltownme said...

My cat sends Lil Frank his sympathies. His issue turned out to be lymphoma but he too is regaining some of the lost weight.

I lost a lot of blog fodder when I stopped working at the elementary school, but on the other hand my stress level is way down.

There's always something to blog about!

Rainbow Motel said...

I haven't been writing much either. Or reading blogs for that matter. My heart's just not in it anymore. Even now I sense that the blog world is crumbling. The only satisfaction I get is that maybe Dooce will have to get a real job like the rest of us.

Rainbow Motel said...

I haven't been writing much either. Or reading blogs for that matter. My heart's just not in it anymore. Even now I sense that the blog world is crumbling. The only satisfaction I get is that maybe Dooce will have to get a real job like the rest of us.

Anonymous said...

I'm glad Skeletor has gotten a proper diagnosis and can be treated!
As for the various personalities you get to work with--ah, variety is the spice of life. Good to appreciate that, right?
heh.

Kelley said...

Hope Lil Frank is doing better. Put his Jamiroquai outfit on him, that will help, I'm sure. :)