Oscar Takes Charge

In light of my last post, I have decided to turn over all my email correspondence and blogs to Oscar the Human Resource Puppy, until November is over.

I first hired Oscar straight out of a bin at Maxi's, when I was having a bad day as a manager at my job (years ago.) Because you can sit him on the chair and tell him all your problems. And he wears his calm smile, and listens attentively, and pats you on the hand (if you move his paw for him.)

(Vidal once, infamously, banished him to a box in the elevator room when he first became my boss. He paid dearly for that.)

Fred said he looked a bit flaming with his frothy bow, so I named him after my hero Oscar Wilde. I hope you find him a satisfactory replacement.

You all hate me! ...Bwahhhhhhhhh (sobs uncontrollably)

So I left up all the comments from The Epic Battle Between Captain America and Captain Canuck, and initially said I was not bothered by said E.B. taking place in my comments.

But on second thought, I've decided to be in a Towering Rage. A month or two ago I complained about all my political friends moving away. CLEARLY I was crying out for a political argument. And where my Supposed Friends there for me? Did they start a big assed argument in September or October?

No! They waited until November, when I'm supposed to be writing a novel in one month. I've been spending all my time composing emails to Captain America, and reading emails from Captain Canuck. Neither of whom I've heard from in months, and NOW she sends me emails about the history of civil rights and smug Canadians, and NOW he starts forwarding frothy email stories about Italian prime ministers? In NOVEMBER! Even my MOTHER commented, who never comments on my blog! What's wrong with you people!!

Nobody loves me. I go away and cries into my unwritten book.

sniffs... sniffs