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It really is all my fault. The drama queen didn't even want credit and the Lawnmower of Doom is chortlling over having an entire thread that HE inspired all to himself while my thread start success has been dismal. Stupid Snapjaws. Won't stop zinging his blades at me with glee and crabgrass.

What started my self exile if we go way way back would be Edgar Rice Burroughs. Pick any novel where the hero has woman problems and he'll take off for Mars, Venus or Africa for three quarters of the book before coming to his senses.

The immediate cause was a remark I made the night I had blogged the last entry. It was at AAA and I remarked that I hadn't been in trouble lately at the call center and I was overdue.

The next workday-----

Josh had caught wind of my new social life with Danielle and Allison and it was presented to him in an unfavorable light. Guilty to wasting at least an hour of their time. Guilty no doubt about that. Inappropriately speaking to them--not guilty but there seemed in management's Draconian standards of male/female behavior cause for concern. This annoys me no end. Had one of our fleet drivers indulged in unsavory jokes of the unsanitary style it would surely be glossed over. Adult conversations regarding suicide, religion and teacher's pet not so much. I'm advised to leave my new pals alone to work. Also advised THEY were not the complainers.

I go to blindsided sulk mode. Barely a transition to feel sorry for me mold. See if I talk to anyone ever again sob sob and Logos already knows what's about to happen. I get to thinking about the last blog entry and some of the personal statements I've made over the past year or so. Devil Child, Idiot nephew, guttersnipes, long suffering spouse, beloved Logos. Hmmmm maybe too personal where are the boundary lines anymore. Lingering thoughts of Anti's blog removal which proves that I'm renting blog space here on the cheap causes the final casting out of the demons. I go into separation from the world overkill and kill the blog. Kids weren't reading it anyway and a certain phone number has yet to materialize though I have been rewarded with three others to great blessings received thereby.

It took two days to realize AAA had not put anything on paper. That means that my supervisor Josh had overreacted again in troubleshooting and I'm a fool. I envelope stuff one more and have a short converstation with Danielle and she assures me all is well but we are all playing it cool now. Sigh. The friendship at least is saved. Allison by the by will be going to a community college to start off with.

I think about the blog and the drama queen and all the work it sometimes seems to be and in the back of mind remember the Countess left us once and the beloved Logos saved hers why not mine. The drama queen steps in with a roadblock.

"Aren't you tired of always having to ask Logos to forgive you for being an idiot worse then the nephew?"

"Why no that's part of the dance we do. It validates the esteem I hold her in and proves to Admin she could use a raise if such a thing goes on at Litnet."

How about your viewers? Didn't you readthe other day there are robot thingies that prowl the net to read blogs in order to sell you stuff? Think that You Too Can be as Charming as a Walrus catalog came in the mail for nothing?!!"

"It was Charming as a Wall of Paint Drying catalog I'll bid you to remember. I am after all a class act."

Besides I'm off to New York and I need a break.

Which trip will be the subject of next entry.

Previews: A morning in court, Dark Knight, new babies, rattlesnake fever and HD TV. Oh yes--my mother or my grand-mother depending on WHO I AM??

Good to be back--bless you Logos. And Kizzo who PM'd me to say she missed me.