Dear Diary Wednesday...

Let the PMS begin! Yep, woke up with it this morning and so I am not in a good mood. However, I think there is more of a reason than that....let me share a bit of it...

A week ago, a friend of mine at work was asked a question by a manager/co-worker about the person's opinion on a co-worker/manager. This friend was honest, which was the first mistake. She/He was then taken into an office with the manager and the manager's superior and given a written warning, told how unprofessional/insubordinate they are, etc etc etc and then give the EAP phone number (for some additional reasons). This friend stayed in this office after the "meeting" and cried for three hours (problem #1) and then mutilated himself/herself before leaving. This friend will not let this whole issue go and move past it and decided to confront the original manager on why the manager "betrayed" the trust of their "friendship" even though I explained to this friend that just because he/she thinks that they are "friends" does not mean the other person feels the same way (problem #2). Needless to say, the friend did confront the manager yesterday and then was taken into ANOTHER meeting...and this is the last warning. Here is my biggest issue....we are ALL FUCKING ADULTS! We are are not in high school, we are not in drama class, why does somebody feel the need to create this kind of drama not only in their life but in their work situation? And why do you ask my opinion when you are obviously going to do whatever the fuck you want? I dunno....but it is off my chest now.

Good news is that the kitty that my Dad had "lost" again (Speck) for the second time showed up in the garage yesterday....skinny but very healthy and not nearly as skittish as before AND my Daddy nailed the cat door shut this time and locked him in the garage! My Daddy was so elated that he was close to floating when he told me about Speck coming home....it was damn adorable I must say. I think the previous "disappearance" was due to somebody capturing him and his brother and not letting them go. I think that they escaped and Boots was unfortunately hit by a car, Speck made it home. I think then Speck "smelled" that Boots had been buried and freaked out and took off again, probably being captured by somebody AGAIN but he was released and back home. This time he let me play with him and hold him and love him so I could make sure there was not any problems. Like I said, skinny but in pretty good shape. I think my Daddy's plan now is to get him so fat he can't ever get out of the cat door again!

Okay, deep breath...heading back to work.....