I quit

I told my department head that since our county office/administrator's were going to keep changing the rules and not tell me, and the order that we're doing stuff, and expect all this other shit outta me, then I have had enough. Add that to the yottaPMS (that PMS with 24 zeros added to the end, I'll have you know) AND YOU HAVE A RECIPE FOR DISASTER. I'm drinking Mohito's and if I'm not at work tomorrow it will be because I am still drunk. Sue me and give me a PDP and see if I care! We're having cheesy ravioli's, garlic bread, and chocolate for dinner. In front of the TV, watching chick flicks. No men for miles. And trust me, that's a good thing tonight.

I'm off to kick my (male) dog.

CYA