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( Dog Days of Doom )
And it looks like my job is safe for the moment (not that I want it) because they want me to talk to the Post Office about our store becoming an "official" Postal Thingy. Which means specialized training for me. And more responsibility. Goody.
Why can't I have a rich husband (or lovers, I'd be okay with being a kept woman, really) so I don't have to put up with this? Is that really too much to ask?
And don't even get me started on the newest problems with DH's student loans and the Army. I spent my lunch hour in tears yesterday.
And people wonder why I'm so bitter.
And it looks like my job is safe for the moment (not that I want it) because they want me to talk to the Post Office about our store becoming an "official" Postal Thingy. Which means specialized training for me. And more responsibility. Goody.
Why can't I have a rich husband (or lovers, I'd be okay with being a kept woman, really) so I don't have to put up with this? Is that really too much to ask?
And don't even get me started on the newest problems with DH's student loans and the Army. I spent my lunch hour in tears yesterday.
And people wonder why I'm so bitter.
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