A plea

Ava and I work together in a job we both despise for a company we can’t stand.  I try to resign on a daily basis.  Since Ava is my boss again, she won’t accept my resignation. 

Instead, we complain, whine, piss and moan, bitch, kvetch, and wallow in self pity for more than 8 hours a day.  The only thing that keeps us sane is the fact that we work together.  Something that would make us really happy, besides winning the lottery and fulfilling our goal of owning Greece,  is if we could figure out how to get Kelli a job there.  We keep trying and she keeps resisting.  Smart girl since she’s never heard one nice thing about any part of it. 

Since it’s the end of the month, things have been extra stressful.  I managed to get away for lunch today, but Ava couldn’t peel herself away from her desk to join Kelli and I for On The Border.  Instead, Ava ate candy and cookies and other sugary nonsense all day until she finally had to go get a bagel to soak up all the crap in her stomach.

SOME ONE OUT THERE – contact MY AGENT and contract my book.  The Quills have plans and this job thing is not working out.