It has come to my attention that I take out my stupid, petty, and very childish anger at not being independently wealthy, on my boss.
She is actually an amazing woman, who elegantly juggles way too much on a daily basis, to have to be shivved by someone whom she should be able to trust.
I’m not saying that I’m not going to bitch and say horrendous things about her ever again. Only that from now on, they should probably be taken with a grain of salt.
Why the change in tone?
I was bitching about my job, and my thoughts turned to my boss when my rosary fell off of the bookshelves in my bedroom, and into my lap.
Only then to be brained on the top of my thick head by ”The City Of God” falling pointed edge down while I stared down stupidly at the tangle of beads and crucifix.
A girl can’t ask for a bigger hint than that.
When you start using rosary beads for unintended purposes, that’s when you need to start worrying.
Actually, just having them in the first place kind of scares me, like garlic to a vampire.
Well, the simple fact that both the beads and the book fell off of my Smut Novel shelf, is a bit more disturbing than the fact that I thought I had left both of them in a closet 2 moves ago.
Unintended? The rosary is a penance, my Transylvanian friend. Ever have to do 20 of them? with those damn 15 decade ones? ‘takes HOURS.
I know little of your rosary beads, but usually, when I hear the term “beads,” it refers to something with a far more…deviant use. I was thinking that if you used rosary beads in that fashion, then you’d have to say a looooooot of rosaries.
I do have a fair collection of them… earned them too.
Jesus hasn’t sent me any signs yet that I should stop badmouthing the bottom-feeder I work for so I aim to continue that practice.
Also, I can never see Rosary Beads again without being traumatized thanks to Pistols’ awesome comment right there. Shudder.
I’ll leave the bashing to you then, since you have refined it into an art form. And that’s the usual female response to P@D.
Are you sure you’re reading the signs correctly? Perhaps this God of yours was chiming in, as if to say: “Please Gnugs, talk some more shit about your boss. And make it juicy, or I’ll drop the whole bookshelf on you next time.”
You may be right… I’ll try it and see. Just as soon as the goose egg on my head heals.
I love how Kat thinks.
Yeah, but the original interpretation is _soooo_ Catholic!
I don’t think Pistols has seen a rosary lately. I mean, now that I mention it, I don’t think I’ve seen those kind of beads, but I’d think they’d be bigger than rosary beads.
Those would have really thrown me for an, ahem… loop.