Okay, so that sucked.

My orker of cows has let me down. :-
He cheated.

Of course I turned him in. I mean, *I* am not risking anything to cover for him. So I have until Monday to re-do his part and submit, probably just for the rest of us, I am thinking. Whatever happens to him is no longer my problem…at least I think it isn’t. I have to wait for Someone to read it and let me know if we are one short in the team department. This I should not be writing about just yet, but I am still freaked out. And I hate drama being dragged into my life; if I have done the wrong thing, then whatever…I just wanted it away from me. And it is distressing, because it is on top of everything I have done for him! Everything! This is what I get for trying to help and let him submit something for us himself—which was intended to make him look better—but instead apparently gave him free rein to sink to his lowest level.

There is just no helping some people; some people one is only *enabling* by helping, in postponing the inevitable. Whatever. What do I care? Why should I care?

Enough of that; I am done with it. Ok; not really. But I am moving on.

Butsoanyway.

I needed something to distract me today as I waited for Someone to return my phone call, and I finally had enough of my key chain, so I took a few hours off to try to find a…whatever it is called. I do not know what, since *I* grew up hearing it called a ‘key envelope’, but have been corrected so many times today, with so many different terms, that I have given up. No one has ever heard of a key envelope, and I was first told that it was a ‘key wallet’ (but of course they have none), then the next clerk (in the next store) said (when I asked for a ‘key envelope’ or ‘key wallet’, whichever) that it is called a ‘key case’ (but of course they have none). So, in the throes of delusion, like a fool I go to the next store and ask for a key…envelope, wallet, or case—whatever. And am promptly advised that it is called a ‘key holder’, but (big shock on the way) they haven’t any.

Oh, screw this.

So I went to one of my favourite stores, where I have purchased the damn things before, and ask (for all four, just to be safe), and am told that they have none. How? How?!? They just aren’t popular, the salesgirl said. No one makes them any longer. Oh, I REFUSE to believe that, I raved…and then bought a cool wallet and two cool cosmetics cases they had on sale. I finally went to a store that had all leather everything, and they had a few, but they were the dinky kind that I don’t want; I want the *real* kind.

What is up with this? How can no one make key envelopes any longer? Oh—and—I was told more times that I can remember that they are for men…like what—that means that even if they are really very useful, I shouldn’t use one? My mother carried one for years, and she picked it up from my father, who has had one for as long as I can remember. And I guess in reality, I picked it up from both of them. But whatever.

So on the way home, stewing, I stopped at the trusty old Indian Dollar (and up) Store. Its real name is more like the Super Dollar Plus Family Store, but the key part is the ‘Plus’ part, meaning ‘and up’; it actually is a dollar store just like I am an Indian princess; it *should* be named the Expect To Pay At Least Retail Store, but I guess that wouldn’t fit in the window, or something. But I was in there the other week to stock up on more hair scrunchies (which they sell at four for a dollar, and I lose scrunchies *constantly*, thereby negating the purpose of paying more than a quarter for one, plus they have cute styles), and I saw that they had the ‘alternate’ style of cheapy key envelope, which is what I think planted the seed in my mind that I really wanted to find another key envelope. I have carried around a normal key chain for the better part of a year, and have come to really despise it.

So I stopped there and bought the four they had (in case I never see another key envelope again for the rest of my life), and on the way out Someone phoned, wrecking what little mood I had managed to build back up, and thereby necessitating that I go home and write a complaint to Kenneth Cole for not making key envelopes any longer. I may have called them a pack of panderingly mercenary capitalist motherfuckers, but I am not sure.

Well…it’s just been one of those days. You know—the kind of day where you want to write to Kenneth Cole and call him a panderingly mercenary capitalist motherfucker?

Okay, okay…I didn’t. I begged, pleaded, and whined, and asked nicely for suggestions as to where I might find more KC Reaction key envelopes, because they are damn close to the best I have ever found; they hold bills, ID, and they even have a valet fob.

See, the trick is to focus on REALLY MINISCULE THINGS. No, rilly. It is. Even Mehitabel is too large to focus on, and I don't mean that she's porky with babies; my helplessness there would cause anxiety to snowball out of control. However, Security is on the look-out for her as I haven’t seen her in days, and today the guard told me she saw her near the front bush cluster just this morning, and she looked to be still preggers. That makes me happy. Well, that she’s ok and everything; I have been putting food and water out for her, but I have been worried. When I put food out for her at Bonnie’s feeding station today, her brother (I guess it’s her brother; he looks just like her and I was told they were all put out at Eviljob at the same time) came over and started snarfing; thank goodness I put a HUGE pile out, to last if anyone else ate from it before Mehitabel could waddle over. And I *do* mean waddle.

I have another meeting early in the morning, and I have to have something ready for it, which I sort-of do, I just wanted to brush it up a little—but I really don’t feel like working on it now. Heh…the paranoid and freaked out mood I am in, I would be up all night, counting to make sure I’d not inadvertently strung three words together that were used by another.

Not that I know anyone who did that—many, many times over—or anything.

Grr.

Ok…it is later now, and I have calmed down even more. I did do a little for tomorrow, even though my heart wasn’t in it really. Now I am just tired. Oh, and like, happy Passover and everything. I forgot before. Anyone trying to burn my animal crackers *this* year's gonna get a shiv in the back, though. I am an angry, animal cracker-eating woman.

Plus, I already sold them to myself. I'm only *holding* them for me for later.

Well, in my tum, that is.


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