A Poem For the Ages

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.


That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

(below is the addition from my friend Lydia)
And if you stay at Katz for long,
You might keep getting dumber.
So I hope you're inspired by this song
To get a new job this summer.

Ayudame

Yeap, it's time for my whinefest to begin. First off, where have you ladies been? This thing hasn't been touched in about 6 weeks. Oh well....guess we're all a little too busy.

Okay, here's the thing, I hate my job. I know Mary Ellen is exhausted with hearing this story, but I just need to vent. I work for morons. We're talking a new level of moron. I remember the days where I used to complain and whine about my last job. I STAND CORRECTED. I was totally wrong. I've been scolded, reprimanded, and belittled more times than I would like to count. So now, after only 31/2 months on the job, I'm searching for a new one. I'm saying prayers that someone will leave my old company so I can possibly pitch a job back there, but realistically I don't see that happening anytime soon. So, I'm open to anything. Let the citywide job search begin.

Too bad I don't have tons of money to open up my own shop....

Anyone have any creative thoughts on this subject?

Bye ladies-
katie