I'm here! I don't know that I'll be the last poster of the evening, but I'm here now, and that's what counts. This has been a horribly long day, which began with me nearly blowing my top and quitting my job at MTI.
Remember Vanessa--the 20-year old Dragon Lady who thinks she's my boss and treats me like shite? Well, for the last two days, she's gotten back into her "I'm your boss...I'm going to tell you what to do like you're a 4-year old and you'll do it" mode and I'm fed up with it. Even the office manager is following her orders! What's that about?!?! She talks to me like I've never filed a paper in my life (remember, I've been there FILING for nearly a year) and when I give her a bit of attitude in return you'd think I'd slapped her across the face with my glove--like they used to in the olden days when they'd say, "Dartagnion...how dare you!" (Oh! A GUFFMAN reference). Anyway, for the last two days, the other two temps have been filing HER stuff (imagine a pile of papers about an inch thick divided between two people. It should be about two hours' work--tops) and I've been stuck sorting, alphabetizing and filing all the documents for amateur licensing (imagine a stack of papers quite literally eight inches high. We have over 40,000 amateur files, and I'm apparently stuck with all of them) and she's in the kitchen, sauntering around getting tea and stopping here and there to chat and then she gets on her cell phone and saunters about like she's the Queen Bee and we're all her drones--me especially--and she talks and talks and talks, and from time to time she can be found on her throne at her desk, pretending to flip through papers. Then she finds piles of papers and files and throws them down on the table in front of me, tells me what to do with them (I think I have a WONDERFUL idea of what to do with them) and she walks away.
I rarely use this word in a serious way to describe anyone, but this girl is the epitome of the word BITCH. There, I've said it and I won't apologize for it. She's a bitch and I'm tired of her Dominican attitude. Stupid girl doesn't even know that Louisville is in Kentucky--she thinks it's in Tennessee. Now, I can understand if people genuinely don't know their geography, but when it's written on a piece of paper in front of you and you STILL don't know where it is, that's pretty stupid. And this girl wants to be a lawyer!?!? Dios mio, ayudeme!
And now I will step down off my soapbox.
Joy: I loved the chainsaw thing. How funny!
MDS: I got the OLIVER thing right off. I probably wouldn't have mentioned it, but I am mentioning it because you wanted us to.
DR Laura: You and your family are still in my prayers. I'll get your package in the mail ASAP.
MBarnum: Pickled pigs feet? And you CRAVED THEM?!?! I'm from Kentucky and I've never even had those. For such a handsome man, you sho' do have an interesting taste for food.

Chinese: General Tso's Chicken; Chicken Fried Rice from Ollie's Noodle Shop on 44th Street between B'way and 8th.
Italian: Chicken Parm with angel hair pasta, garlic bread galore and a nice salad.
Mexican: Beef tacos (strips of beef are great, but ground will do), chicken tacos, and my very favorite: Beef Chimichangas!!!
English: Shepherd's Pie with a hot cross bun or shortbread biscuit.
French: Umm...I don't know from French food, I'm afraid. :\ Francois: Teach me.
Greek: Dunno from that, either.
Good old Amuricun: Fried chicken with mashed taters (with gravy, of course), corn, green beans, homemade biscuits (with gravy, of course) and pumpkin pie.
Mark, Russell, Craig, BK and whoever else may have worked on this here site: Kudos to you all. I love, love, love it.