Wherein I give them a reason to fire me just for the sake of conveying two totally random meaningless thoughts

I broke a rule of mine and wrote what's below while at work today.  Because that's the best time to vent/procrastinate/ramble - when one is at work.  And not afterwards when one is weary/trying to have a life.  But instead of emailing it into blogger, I emailed it to myself - because they may be able to see that I'm emailing, but at least they won't have my blog address.  (Because as I've complained about before, all email is blocked!!  It leaves me feeling very isolated.  And I am no longer near friends that I can lunch with, either!  Not that I ever leave my little beige corner for lunch anyway... see how I need to reach the outside world?)  Anyway, they seem to be very against emailing, my company.  But hey, it's not like we're in the middle of lay-offs or anything!  oh wait...

The most satisfying thing I've said at work so far today (to someone way above me):

Dragon Lady: "What's wrong?  You're not rockin' and rollin' on this one?"
Me: "No.  And I'm not living in the '80s either."

Because there are only so many times I can hear the phrase "rockin' & rollin'" in a serious sense during a business meeting, before I bubble up and overflow, you know?  Wouldn't you?

 

And in the last post, I left out one of my memorable Mona moments from New Year's.

Mona has spent three years living in a small Alaskan village.  With like, 300 people maybe?  Where the only adult single men there are in their early twenties (we are now in the early thirties phase – but I try not to think about that), and most of them are clients of hers (she's a social worker), and well, they just weren't real ideal candidates for a man-lover for Mona, you know?  I mean, a pompous alcoholic woman-abusing 22 year old may be ok for a rainy day, but – or actually, not ok for a rainy day.  That's what I keep telling Mona.  And not a lot of new blood wonders into her town, so one of my jobs as her friend was to let her feast her eyes on some men-folk.  That's right, we've lowered our standards – we were just asking to see some boys.

Oh, and I should also mention that Mona likes boys.  She really likes them.  A lot.  And she has been very deprived.  3 years deprived.  Sometime I might tell you about how she stalked a pizza man when we were in high school, just to give you an idea of her longing for boys.  

So I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised to find her so willing to go watch me playing in a co-rec indoor soccer game.  And this is where I had my other favorite memorable Mona moment:

Seeing her walk up to me after the game, and with eyes wide, and face full of excitement say:
"When you pinned that guy up against the wall??!  That was AWESOME."
And I could tell she really meant it, too.

And in my defense, I'd like to say that I never push in soccer.  I am a lady!  Unless you push me first, and then watch out bitch, because I will come after you.  I have some weight that I am not afraid to throw around.  This indoor league had some pretty feisty ladies – ladies with elbows of steel they liked to throw in my face/chest/ribs, and this does not make me happy.  Actually, it makes me play better.  Because then I get a little fired up.  But I digress… the men will push a girl, too.  Especially if you've taken the ball away from them before, heaven forbid.  After that, they'll pretty much hold you at arm's length and not let you get near them (stupid boys).  But in the case with the pinning against the wall, I broke my own rule.  This poor guy did nothing to me.  But there were no subs, and I was SO TIRED.  And he looked quick.  And I knew my only way to win the ball was to cheat.  And you know what?  The poor guy didn't even push back.  He seemed too stunned.

At least Mona enjoyed it.  I'm glad I could do this for you as your friend, Mona.