Stress Sucks

  I heard #1Boss on the phone with someone regarding a name plate for the new person.  Obviously I didn't get the job, as I already have a name sign.  No surprise there.  I know who it is, and it's another man.  Have to keep the testosterone levels high in the department, don'tcha know.  And I'll probably have to help train this new BoyWonder.  SCREW IT!  Dennis reminds me that I'm not happy with #1Boss or the department, so why would I want to take a position that carries more responsibility?  Why do I want to add more stress to my work life?  For the money?  We're getting along fine right now, thank you very much.  We can survive on the income that we are earning.  It makes sense when he puts it like that.

    I'm thinking of getting my own domain.  Especially now since #1Boss is reading our email at work.  I know that I've sent my sister the URL to several pages on this journal in the past.  I just don't trust him.  I'll probably leave the 1998 & 1999 pages where they are and just bring the new ones over. My own domain.  I like the sound of that.  My own personal universe in cyberspace.  A place where I am in control, in charge, the one calling the shots(just put up with me while I ramble).  The absolute ruler of something.com.  This will be the only place in my life when I have control.   Yes, I'm beginning to like this idea.  I have no idea how to go about setting it up, or how to maintain it, but that's why I keep Dennis around.  For that reason and the fact that he kisses pretty good.

    My own domain.  Yes, I like it!

    I have another mother of a headache tonight.  We've been comparing ailments at work.  T's neck and upper back get stiff as she approaches the parking lot.  B's stomach flip flops, and I get a headache about half way to work. Ahhhhh, stress!  What a delightful thing!  So I'm taking my necessary migraine drugs and hitting the pillow early tonight.  More joy to come tomorrow at 8:00am.  Better not be late to work!