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ha-HA! Ok, so the evil commie heathen devil-worshipping cunt came out in me today.

My little filing elf was fired from work today. She looked all sad and depressed, coming to me for a scrap of sympathy. My reaction was a languid shrug and quiet sarcasm:

"Some people just aren't qualified for a mentally devoid position like filing."

I think I made her cry, but my lack of conscience keeps me from pining about it. I was fed up with spending the past two weeks of training her for her to still be pestering me with questions about where to find the sales order number on our documents. It's in the upper left corner - where it always is. The gnomes haven't moved it, Ms. brainless wonder.

So.... hmm. I need to change out of my work clothes before I get cheese nip crumbs all over my dry-clean-only-stain-attracting white blouse. And I want to smoke a cigarette... And, hmm, I think I might see whats on the tele. Bored as damnit, you know. Duke is at work and Aidan is watching 'Home on the Range' in his room.

Bah... off to suck some cancer into my body and throw milk bone pieces at the doggie.