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May 01 And then there were eightThere are eight people from my real life that read my blog, from my ex-husband to my future brother-in-law, and a few of them have asked me not to discuss various subjects regarding them. Apparently, it's rude to say a man has a small penis and post photos and good friends don't necessarily want to see my vibrator. Whatever.
I haven't mentioned my IT guy, AmesJay, much lately, either, since he confronted me about information I had shared here. Okay, I won's say a word about the pathological lies, drug deals or skanky sex-capades. Happy?
Supposedly, his wife had a baby four and a half weeks ago. He said she was being induced on a Thursday so he had to leave early, but then she didn't actually give birth until three days later, on Saturday. He took the following week off to help with the baby...there were medical problems the following week with jaundice and heart surgery...week 3 was filled with car trouble and a new vehicle...then last week, his grandmother in Tennessee was ill, then died, so he was out that whole time. Thirty days of excuses.
Given his propensity to exaggerate/lie out his ass, we've all been a little suspicious about his life, wondering how much is true, and speculate that he probably has another job, but is using up all his vacation time so he doesn't lose it. Our boss started to worry that Ames Jay could sabotage our work/computer system and make it impossible for us to fulfill our contract, so he asked me to change the administrator password on all the computers.
Our computer expert will no longer be able to access anything and I cannot wait to get to work this morning!
A correction about my sister, also a lurker: I recently wrote about how ticked off I'd be if I had to eat a one-way plane ticket to Michigan, or ended up being stranded four states away because my sister was a flake, which hurt her feelings immensely and caused her not to return my phone calls. She is not flaky nor an airhead - she is fickle. Silly me.
Please, please, please don't ever let my son (or my cats) find my blog. |
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