V is for Vendetta

It started last Friday. What was a nice relaxing Friday went to hell in a fast car. Two people called out sick. The big boss lady who hates us came to visit and found plenty to gripe about. Everyone ran around like crazed chickens trying to sort things out to please her. To no avail...
Then I went to Atlanta, where the allergies which had been irritating me decided to try to eat my face. I saw much yarn in ATL and everything I liked was too expensive. Figures.
I came back to work this week and it has been a long string of bummers, culminating in my car's deciding to go totally Sybil on me. So now I am sitting at the dealer. I'm exhausted and hungry and annoyed. I think karma might be out to get me. And there's still two more days left...

"You may be paranoid, but only because they are out to get you..."

I Dreamed a Dream

Maybe you've seen it on youtube or somewhere...Susan Boyle of Britain on Britain's Got Talent. She's about 50, short, plump, out-of-work...she went on this show because she wants to be a singer. Everyone was rolling their eyes and laughing as she told them she would sing "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables. They were laughing, until she began to sing.
She was amazing. Crystal-clear and pitch-perfect.
Talent does not always reside in the obvious places. It pays to try to see greatness, even in the most humble.

Rock on Susan. Because once in a while, we all dream a dream.

"But there are dreams that cannot be, there are storms we cannot weather..."