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Wednesday, March 05, 2008 

Michael Jackson Dance Party

I had a pretty rotten day today. Not so rotten that it brought me to tears, but it was challenging. I called every one of my speed dials (Even Daddy Kiki!) and no one answered the phone. So I turn to you, dear blogsphere, to complain.

Obviously I can't tell you details as it's about work. But I will say that I'm learning that I'm going ot have to be the bad guy at work. I'm going to have to tell people 'no.' And I certainly learned that today. I have to tell people who are very much so older than I am 'no.' I have to expect that no one checks their work and treat everyone with kid gloves. I have to MAKE people listen to me. But more importantly, I need to realize that I DO know what I'm talking about, and not let others make me doubt that.

So, since I had a bad day and no one will take my calls, I've decided to crack open a beer and have a Michael Jackson dance party in my living room. All are invited!


You know what? Bitches get stuff done! Bitch is the new black!

are you alive, kiki?

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