GRAB HIM BY THE TESLACLES

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Thank you for your supportive comments on my most recent post. I continue my LOA and my depression. I've been going nuts tonight because I can't find the remote for the TV. I know where I put it. I guess it grew feet and got up and walked away.

Now, for the important business. President Musk, according to his alarmingly inappropriate wife, Dawn, will leave the White House soon. How sad we shall be to see him go, but apparently his administration's own policies are having a negative impact on his businesses. He's lost quite a bit of money. Not enough to become the world's second richest man, but no one likes losing money. My 401K is unhappy, too. 

If any of you have seen a meme saying Warren Buffett supports tariffs, it's not true. Berkshire Hathaway scurried and hurried to issue a statement that the oracle of Omaha does not approve of the tariffs.

You know who else doesn't like tariffs? Penguins, that's who.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

54 MINUTES

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Fifty-four minutes––that's how long I lasted at work yesterday. It was the length of the team meeting. 

The entire meeting consisted of the supervisor telling us you can't do this, you can't do that, if you do such and such, you will be terminated immediately. 

Meeting over and I logged out. Told the sup I hadn't slept the night before, which was true.

I cannot and will not work where I'm threatened constantly. If I wanted to deal with threats, I could have kept the last shit job I had, which included better benefits. 

When I'm threatened, it awakens all the threats in my past, especially my husband telling me, I'll see to it you're locked up in a mental institution for the rest of your life.

I didn't sleep again last night and texted the sup I couldn't work today. I added, I can't deal with the negativity. 

Next step is going back on a leave of absence because I'm experiencing crying jags and I'm definitely depressed after my depression being in remission for a few years. Then I have to make some other decisions. 

When I finally slept sometime yesterday, I had another cooking-related nightmare, but instead of strange people making chocolate pudding in my kitchen, I was preparing fudge frosting for brownies Rebekah had baked. I made the frosting on the stove as needed, but when I needed to stir the mixture to thicken it, I poured it into a bamboo organizer in one of my kitchen drawers and was trying desperately to beat it as it spread throughout the organizer and threatened to run over the top. I woke up before I had to clean up the mess.  

It looks as if I'll have to add another skill to my repair abilities. The heating element is out in the oven. Several years ago my son replaced it, but I don't remember where he got it. I have to figure it out and make the replacement. Then my businesses will be Junebug Lawnmower Repair, Junebug Oven Repair, and everybody's favorite, the Lake Junebug Resort & Rumpus Room.

I wish you all anxiety-free jobs and sweet dreams.

My supervisor never says anything nice to me. I thought it was enough that he doesn't shout, but it's not enough. Not when I have to listen to threats.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

HI HO HI HO HI HO HO HO

 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's back to work for me today. I wish I could say April Fools, but I'm afraid I really must return. At least the trip to work is only five steps. 

I have decided on a new career if I should need one, however. Recently, my lawnmower wouldn't start. I wielded screw drivers and took Clippy apart to the extent I was able.

I used the vacuum cleaner on her, and when I was finished, she started. With one success under my belt, I see lawnmower repair in my future. 

I also see air conditioning in our future. It's supposed to be 90° today.

Here's Carol with her BLEACHED BLONDE BAD BUILT BUTCH BODY t-shirt. Her friend Lolita gave it to her. Carol and Lolita have only been friends for about 80 years.

Carol kept me company Friday afternoon when I went in for my mammogram. It was the quickest mammogram I've ever had. Two shots of each boob and I was outa there. 

Now I need to take my car in for service. I've had it a year. It has all of 2,200 miles on it. I don't get out much, and that's fine with me. 

Penelope isn't ready to make her very very very very very important announcement yet. She says she's still writing her speech. This should be big, folks.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug