This past week was more of the usual madness at work, lots of inexplicable behavior on the part of my boss. I think he’s decomposing more quickly with every passing day. I don’t know how much longer I can take his abuse and the almost unbearable working environment. The problem is I don’t have an alternative right now. I guess when I finally lose it and blow up at him and walk out; I’ll just have to take whatever work I can get. I do need to work, though. Nobody else has volunteered to pay my bills for me. Maybe I should start playing the lottery. At least I can say that I have a great husband, and a supportive, wonderful Mom. Oh, and two cats. One of the cats is a sweetheart. Her name is Ballou. The other is somewhat mentally challenged. Yeah, Jezebel is “special”. She’s lucky she ended up with us. I think anyone else would have returned her to the shelter. She is a challenge. But she’s part of my happy home, and my home and the people (and cats) in it were the good part of the past week. Be nice to have a good job, where I’m appreciated, though.