bitchin' about bitches and their bitches

so...just now my coworkers were yapping about their dogs again and this damn doggie day that they keep talking about having at work. the conversation started when somebody asked the temp about her new dogs. she got all excited (i think they're boxers) and started talking about bringing them in. and then the girl she was talking to said she would bring her dog too, and since they were standing in my freakin' office gabbing about this shit, i said "well, you can bring them in on Thursday or Friday when i'm not here." then a third party said, "do you not like dogs?" i said "no, i don't." but i mean, come on. you asked me the question. i didn't just volunteer the information, so why y'all are all looking at me like i just told you i was born a man is beyond my comprehension. why is that you have to like dogs? wtf is that about? don't get me wrong. i'm not a dog-abuser, and i don't hate dogs. in fact, i've seen some dogs that are darn right cute (e.g. bo 'bama). but they are usually small and don't jump and on me and lick me and wag their balls and tails in my face and suffocate me with bad breath. if i didn't have to clean up a dog's poop, i might actually invest in a toy poodle or something. but no, i'm not a dog lover. no, i don't really want to date a guy who sleeps with his dog in his bed or lets his dog eat off his plate or kiss him in the mouth. is that such a sin? i volunteer, i give to non-profits, but a complete asshole who spends time with his dog would probably be viewed as a better person simply because he likes four-legged creatures.

anyway, so the third party, upon hearing that i don't like dogs, said, "i take back every nice thing i said about you." jokingly. but i'm sure that deep down, some part of her was truly offended. and then the two original fire starters determined that they "just wouldn't bring the dogs into my office." i tried to ease everyone's pain by saying that i don't hate them, i just don't want them licking me and jumping on me. by now, there are five people in the conversation, all of them with at least one dog. the temp decided she would bring her dogs in on Monday because it's her birthday. hello?!! you are a fucking temp! since when do you get to bring your damn dogs in here? you aren't even technically an employee. so how do you think you have override authority? and if one of your damn boxers bite me, it's on! people, this is an office. not a doggie day care or a kennel. IF i had wanted to come to work and be with pets, i would have chosen an occupation that catered to that. so why am i the bad girl here?

on a separate note, i've been back at work since Tuesday, and i've had a headache every single day. not a good way to start the age of 28. doesn't the number 8 symbolize new beginnings? is that right? i remember hearing the 7 represents the end and 8 the beginning. so let's begin...before i lose it.

i had a few meetings while i was on hiatus from work, and i'm hoping that one of them will lead to something. they have to. if not, i'm going to move and become a professional cyclist. like liz hatch. have you seen her legs? bangin'!