fuck this job.com

Another fabulous day with My Old Bitches...

First, the snaky one declares in her best Southern drawl (which raises the hair on my neck) that her 'internets' have vanished from her computer.
I managed to ignore her for about five hours before strolling over to take a look at her 'damage'... turned out she had not lost her 'internets' but merely had failed to type in an address.
Whew!
The complexities of the 'internets' can really get to a old gal, can't they?

Meantime, the other old bitch made a day out of doing absolutely nothing.
She did ask me to 'do that Google thing' to get some job specifications for her, as if I hold the key to the Universe with my magic 'Google Machine'

Amazing.
It's 2005 and these two antiques have piles of files on their haphazard desks, reduce everything into handwritten notes-- and wonder why shit gets lost.

I'm thinking of having a daily bingo game to keep them occupied.

Good night, from me and My Old Bitches