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Around the www
I received a comment from an angry reader that started with “Are you kidding me?” Yes, ma’am. I am usually kidding. You need to buy panties with stronger elastic. I am not in the mood for anonymous insults. When you work in TV news you have to put up with a lot of BS. Comment: “I don’t like your haircut.” Response: Thank you for your feedback. Comment:“You’re a dumb pig.” Response: “Thank you for your feedback.” Comment: “Your newscast is so painful it makes my eyes bleed.” Response: Thank you for your feedback. I can assure you the reporter, anchor, producer, etc. is thinking something completely different. If the walls in…
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Take this job and shove it!
Clearly this woman worked in a newsroom. (cause it looks like a newsroom) I had a similar boss at one point. News Directors come and go like men through Taylor Swift’s dressing room. In fact, that guy who eliminated my position via text message and email after a decade of dedicated service? (paging Mrs. Bitterman) Yeah, he just got kicked to the curb. Karma is a wonderful thing. Anyway, this other guy would start each morning meeting reading from a tally sheet. “People love the homicide video. That got the most hits.” I am so happy their loss is your gain a**hole. There are journalists who actually care about people…
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Strong as a pig
My son made my husband the cutest gift for Father’s Day. Yes, I know it was last week. My husband got the royal treatment: he slept in and enjoyed Hot Pockets for dinner. Talk about truth in advertising. Hot Pockets are really hot if you follow the directions on the box. My husband had complained a week earlier that, despite having a refrigerator and freezer stock full, that there wasn’t any food in the house. Translation: he wanted instant gratification and didn’t want to cook. Well, since we can’t afford to hire a personal chef and I am not one I purchased boxes of Hot Pockets. I love this Jim…
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Crop Circles
It’s a matter of time before my house is featured, alongside Bat Boy, on the cover of “Weekly World News.” Then, tour buses will line the street as people pay to get a glimpse of the apparent crop circles. Well, I hate to disappoint you. Aliens did not travel across the galaxy to doodle in my yard. My husband mowed the lawn. He was far too busy rockin’ out to Alice in Chains (True story. This is after he changed out of his ripped jeans and hyper color t-shirt) to realize the mower deck was lopsided. I don’t know what happened, but this is the finished product. What makes this…