Who Needs a Head?

Oh me oh my, children. I haven't blogged in forever and ever because I worked forever and ever since the last blog. As this little chick looked back on all the time in the field, and sat rocking in the chair drinking sweet tea and waiting for the train, she realized that she wouldn't get to see the crop come up as they axed her head off in the southside conference room. Woe is me!

I could almost hear the whistle coming to take me to South Africa where I was to shoot my commercial, then my sobs overcame all consciousness. I looked to my desk to try to get my things together and no one stood up, no one grabbed me and hugged me, no one looked at me. They left me there in that strange dimension to grope around for some decency. After all the times I cared to hear their ideas even when they were plain terrible, after all the times I said good morning with a chipper smile, after all the hours upon hours we worked together that seemed more like play and we laughed until snot drooled out each nose...no one could garner a hug? I was overwhelmed and couldn't find the difference between me and my agency's belongings. Where I ended and it began you might say. I reached for the lap top...no, that's not mine any longer...I reached for my purse and left with what I came in with minus dignity.

Now here's a delicate question: why not a cafe down the road? Why in a glass box where everyone can watch and see? Why not let me produce my commercial that I worked all year on? Why not just after filming it? The tickets were bought people. I was to leave in two days.

Since my head was cut off all I had was my heart to think with. My heart kept telling me you shouldn't have smarted off to that one or you should have stayed later or you're just not good enough. Loads of that kept pouring out of me. I'll not dwell on that rubbish.

Let's just all remember how awesome we are and pray that those greedy bastards on Wall Street go to jail as we loose our jobs and are kicked out of homes. Is that okay to do? To pray those jackasses get ass raped? Ouch. Well my heart's all I got and it doesn't know good manners.