Off to London

Can't wait; I've been so swamped with work that I can't seem to scratch out some time to give this blog the attention I'd like to give it. So I'm off to have a spot of tea with the Queen and spend all my money on souveniers. I'll return with some photos and some grouchy commentary. See you cats in a week or so!

P.S. Billy is doing so much better with his antibiotics!

Panic

I'm going on vacation to Europe in three days. I have nothing done. Nothing bought, nothing washed, nothing packed. NOTHING. It's Defcon 5, people. Oh, and after I go away for a week, I have pretty much 3 nights to pack up my entire apartment and move. And that little lump in the breast thing. Jesus, I need a Tums.

Today's confession

Over the weekend, I found a lump in my breast. It's not huge, but it's there. However, I'm not going to call my doctor until after my vacation. I know it sounds crazy, but I'm not doing it.

My fucking car has been attacked – AGAIN

What in the holy hell is wrong with people? In the past couple of years, my car has been sideswiped, backed into, deliberately rammed by a psycho at Burger King (don't ask), dinged, and now, picked on for parts. It's not even 4 years old, for chrissakes. I went to the parking lot this morning to drive to work, and someone had deliberately popped the driver's side mirror out of it's housing. No glass on the ground, the connections were still there, and now I have two gouge marks where they dug into it. I think it was some ahole college kid from Bentley or Brandeis that swiped it, since it costs $90+ just for the mirror alone. Bastard.

Anybody want to buy a cursed 2002 Jetta? I think the resale value is about $1.47 by now. I take Paypal.

Billy's a bit under the weather

He hasn't been eating or drinking much over the last couple of days. Turns out he has pancreatitis, poor little guy. The vet has him on amoxicillan. Send him some good vibes!

Work

You know, for someone they think is expendable, they sure like to load me up with work. Oh well, when they take my job from me and give it to some dude in India, then they'll know what they're missing. That's when Freelancer Betsy comes in and charges them $300/hour as a "consultant." MUAHAHAhahahaha......

Ethics

So if my boss tells me I'm getting laid off in October but "nothing's set in stone," is it wrong to surf the web all day and apply for jobs while ignoring my phone, or should I keep on plugging just in case?

That's what I thought. Job #7 coming up...

So I have to move

I hate moving. I've moved every couple of years for the last, oh, 16 years or so. Different states, different towns, different reasons. This time, I'm moving because I have a jackhole of a landlord that likes to come into my apartment whenever he feels like it. I can't tell you how many times I've come home to things having been moved, windows opened/closed, and one time, an empty cup. What the fuck is he doing in there, anyway? I fear for my panties, shoes, and makeup. Really. I'm so grossed out, I've taken to hiding my clean undies so I know when I put them on, they haven't touched any part of his anatomy. Pervert. Unless I install cameras and catch him in the act, it's almost impossible to prove that he's been there, so I've decided to get the hell out.

Too bad I live in one of the most frigging expensive states for real estate, or I'd buy something. As it stands, I'd have to move to New Hampshire (which isn't being considered, due to the fact that it's too far away for work, and NH people – while nice – are just not my cup of tea) in order to afford an actual house. Condos are an option, but I don't have $325K for a one bedroom with a view of an alley. So I rent. From perverts. Sneef.

B's Movie Review Time

If you haven't seen it yet, you must run, not walk, to see the 40-Year-Old Virgin. Ditch work if you have to. Fooking HILARIOUS. I don't think we stopped laughing the whole time. If you saw it, tell me what you thought of it. One of my friends thinks it's a rental. Dumbass.

Four-day weekends...

...rule. See you cats next week.

Long walks on the beach...

A little about me: I'm 37. One of five siblings – second in command. Never married. Sporadic dater. Friend to insane people. Semi-lonely, but getting better about it as I slowly creep toward spinster hagdom. Occasionally bitchy, most of the time nice, but often taken advantage of as I am really a softhearted wuss. I'm also quite the cliche, since I live alone with my cat and like it that way. You got a problem with that?

I'm such a gem. Want to get married? I have do it soon as I'd like to have a child before my womb dries up and blows away. My only requirements are that you must be tall, semi-literate, and have a job. Well, maybe just tall. I can't be picky anymore. Let me know.

Welcome to the Wonderful World of Betsy

Let's just see how wonderful this is, no?

Kisses from Billy the Cat