Today was harrowing. Lots of stress. Invaded my sleep and dreams. Woke up troubled. Heaviness all around. Dreading going to the office despite telling myself that it’s a Monday and not so bad with fewer people around. The blinders are off though and I see Mohnki Cee Mohnki Dew for what they are.

Reading the Glassdoor reviews certainly helped with removing the rose-colored glasses. It is quite an insular place. People have been there for years and want to maintain the status quo.

I suppose the Legume regrets hiring me. It did seem like a good idea at the time and for a while there, it was. People leave, people change and I think they don’t know what to do with me. I’m not like anyone else and that causes problems.

I do have something that resembles intelligence and that is certainly in short supply. I’m certain that it cannot be found in the supply room so ordering it from la matrone enfermée dans le placard would not do anyone any good.

If I needed supplies rather than being in any way that could be considered beholden to la matrone enfermée dans le placard I would go to Target during my break time and buy them there or order them through Amazon.

I did mention that to Barbara Shorten who said I should expense that, as if they would be OK with me ordering things that are readily available in what Dante described centuries ago. Does the Legume read this I wonder? I’m sure that regarding the Legume, she must have other things to think about.

The belling of the cat works wonders and I should write a thank you note to Aesop. Those who know will know. Bill has been my rock, my knight in shining armor. He would like to cross paths with someone he will never meet if I can help it.

I did want him to meet the Legume but that was when things were happier when she and I were amiable. Everything has changed, everything has an expiration date.

Sidebar- A coworker who I disagree with about things that are political was stunned when I told him about the events of last week. He suggested contacting OSHA as well as Leticia James, while also suggesting suing Mohnki Cee Mohnki Dew.

That would be a tall order though as they do own the house and the house almost always wins. They have resources I don’t have, but I do have a winning smile and a quick wit which they do not possess.

Then there’s the election. I’m frightened by this election year. I could have sworn in 2004 that John Kerry would win and we know that didn’t happen. I have a slim hope that L’Orange Merde will go down in flames but I think I learned something in 2004 and that is a lot of people are really stupid.

Not that I’m super intelligent, but I think I’m smarter than most of them. And it’s not just the national election. Being in the tri-state area, we get the worst TV ads for the worst people in other states.

Oh, it’s awful. And while we won’t be seeing those TV ads after November 5, L’Orange Merde seeded the field with mistrust of the systems that worked just fine until the shithead rode down that escalator that Dante should have described. Maybe he did. I have never read The Inferno.