Ms. Iron Claw

Cheri has really done it. Friday when I was last at the Layout, I volunteerd to do a chore: wiping off tables. Then Colleen started to yell at me that I didn't have enough soap on the rag & Cathy that it was too wet. I blew up & walked off -- & Cheri told me not to bother coming back. I came home, waited for Doucher Insurance to open up, then dropped off the automobile insurance & picked up some food at Albertson's. The next thing that I did was to complain to Joe. He said that Cheri would be disciplined; hopefully, she'll be fired one of these days.

So my afternoon was shot & I had to watch movies rather than torment my typewriter. When Trish came home she really freaked out about it -- even though it was my problem, & wound up calling the crisis line. The woman who answered kept stressing that we needed to "put it in writing" which I thought was sort of a cop-out, that she wasn't really addressing the issues.

Saturday Trish took her batmobile for a cruise. Fred had recharged the battery a few days earlier, & she wanted to practice going to work & also getting some gas. She's still taking Xanax, that "experimental addictive antidepressant that ruins lives". (Couldn't believe Dave & Karen would take Battlefield Earth seriously.) Trish did a lot of cleaning, & we had to buy a bottle of magnesium at Albertson's, but we still have enough for lunch at El Taco Loco anyway.