TGIF

I finally did it. After pondering for over a week, I created a new installation and here it is. A great way to celebrate Friday, if you ask me. This is my gift to myself. Something just for be, by me. While I spend the rest of my day being someone else’s bitch – here is the place I can go to be me and indulge myself.

I’ve been looking at other blogs on the net. In the past I’ve had both a Dead Journal and a Live Journal. I quit those because I’d decided that my thoughts were personal and should stay that way. I guess I thought I’d hurt someone’s feelings.

Since that time, I’ve grown up a bit you could say. I realized that I had put too much faith in others. I expected for people to treat me with the same respect that I gave them. I kidded myself, really. Tina is the only person Tina can count on. To predict how others will treat you is just asking for disappointment. Far too many times I’ve been on the losing end and been ridiculed and lied about. I’ve had my good intentions and feelings made the butt of jokes – why? So a few pathetic excuses for mammals could feel better about themselves. You know, I live in the american south. I’ve heard every sort of slur and epithet you can imagine. I’ve been witness to much nastiness from other sections of the country solely based on where a person’s address lies. But I have never in my life seen such trash like I have experienced on the internet. I’ve decided that people in general have the need to pass on the shit they get in real life – what better venue to use than this here? Many women I’ve had the disappointment of knowing here have regretable circumstances at home/work . Instead of looking for ways to do positive things boost their spirit, they prey on other women. They don this beautiful coat of promised friendship and support just to strike you down the first chance they get – then brag to their pals, who are just as sick as they are. Heaven forbid that you don’t hate all the people they hate or love all the people they love… Having independent thought is strictly verboten.

I dunno who is worse. The people I mention above are just small part of the disease. The scarier group of women are those who ride the fence. Who claim to be pals with everyone but won’t support you on a single issue. Funny how these very ones will bust their ass to act like they are your best friend when it benefits them…indeed.

I digress…

Yes, at one time I said I didn’t want a journal that everyone could view… Now, I could give a rat’s ass. I’m a loner and I’m antisocial. Big fucking deal. Fuck everyone else. I’m tired of being nice. I’m tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of being walked all over.

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Whew. Now that I got that out, here is a letter I’d like to send to my company:

Dear Dumbass in the Corner Office,

Just thought you’d like to know that the good ol’ boy club is alive and well at this dump. But you already knew that huh? Couldn’t stand to miss a tee time with your hand picked cock suckers, could you? I can tell by their chapped lips and your goofy grin they suck your prick real good, eh?

You want to know what the problem is in my dept? That’s easy. I don’t have a dick. I have tits. If I had a dick, I’d be on the aforementioned cock sucker list. I’d be given the tools I need to do my job. People would listen to my concerns and suggestions.

That would just kill you, I’m sure? Never in your life will a woman ever be given their due for hard work done. No, it’s much easier to let your cock suckers run rampant – making decisions without planning. So easy to blame it on the titted population in the building, right?

You did give me a good laugh though. The recent sexual harrassment meetings telling us to go to HR and complain if we ever experience it…haw haw haw! What a joke! You want me – to complain – about the top 3 guys at this company all of whom have made snide comments about my gender or openly denied me promotions or awards for the same reason? Very funny. Because I haven’t a dick, I have to work hard to support my family, you prick. I can’t piss my job away by complaining. No retribution – ohhhh I believe that alright. I’ve seen too many women get the boot for other “curious” reasons after they’ve made valid complaints. Hmmm. Thought I wouldn’t notice that, huh?

It’s ok – I’ve had enough mood altering drugs to not care. I can just sit and watch this train wreck. No problem.

Signed,

That silly redneck bitch on the 3rd floor

P.S. fuck. you.