I recently decided to launch my response to oldwork's bullying me from my job back in March 2013 after one of the principle offenders thought they'd be a smart arse and smugly insist they could email me in group-sent emails without my having to be weeded out of the distribution list. They were told, many times, they could never contact me again.With International Disability Day in the offing I decided that was serendipity and went them for what they did to me that caused me to go—leaving me a
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With thanks to The Thunderbirds. It's been raining of late here in the nation's capital, with much downpour of oft-cold water.We recently got chickens—chicks, actually—and they were outside in their coop when the rain came bucketing down. They were there on a try-out to see how they went in the coop, the chickens still spending nights inside with us as they were too young for outside nights.
theBoy and I throwing the dead toaster into the trash-pack. He got it in on his third attempt!
Recently I helped organise a work do at the building I worked in after I returned following my epic collapse then recovery. At the event I got talking with my old foxpod neighbour, V—, who I shared many a convo with over the months I was in that workplace."You know, Mikey," she said, "you look better each time I see you."And it's true.
I paused my SoTPC ride to get another drink.(Slurps Pepsi Max)Oh yeah.
With thanks to Alice Cooper.Well, Mikey managed to go and wound himself—and as irony would have it from playing with an existing wound.I have a raised scar weal on my cheek—though it can't really be seen through my beard—but it's so puckered and "rich" that I can't help worrying the weal with my little finger nail.
For most of my life I've felt pretty shit about myself.
Go my friend C— who got her book published. It's a cracking read and at the end I wanted to read more. Now that's a life win. Hat (equals sign) doffed