Since Mercury Retrograde missed me last time

It seems to have come back to get what it should have the last time it passed through.

I faxed my timesheet in on Friday. Yesterday I got a phone call asking "Hey, where's your timesheet?" This will delay my getting paid by at least a day, a delay we really can't afford.

USD sent my acceptance packet, containing some "Fill these out ASAP" papers on Friday. It wasn't here yesterday, and it was only going across town.

I can't get onto AKO, and have been blocked from it for months, but because of this asinine job I can't get to a government computer to *try* to reset it. This means I can't apply to have my GI Bill pay for it.

I'm about ready to tear my hair out.

Hooker dreams again

Last year, as the universe was jerking me around, I dreamt I was a prostitute attacked with a knife by a college guy.

This year, as the universe is jerking me around, I've dreamt again that I was a prostitute, although this dream was arguably better.

Once again, I was a very beautiful prostitute, and this time the "hetaira" theme was played out fully in that I was wearing classical Greek clothing with my hair arranged in long curls. I'd actually been sent to Iraq to attend to someone who had ordered my services. The fella in question was perfectly nice when I met him at the gate in front of his tent. As we went in, I noticed the name of the tent, which was an Inuit name I thought I recognized as something bad.

Turns out it was a hospital ward tent, with cots maybe ten inches apart, each with a sick or wounded patient. My companion wasn't hurt (he was in charge of the tent perhaps?) but his cot wasn't isolated from the rest. It bothered me, but not overly much. Before I could join him on the cot though, the patient beside him lurched up and vomited on my bare feet. That was quite enough, and I left in a huff since I couldn't work under those conditions.

Interpretation: Last year, electorprince pointed out that right now I feel like I'm being used. The fact that as a temp I'm passed around is more than a little whore-like. However I'm a very elegant and accomplished whore, hence the whole hetaira thing. The fact that I was in Iraq in this dream suggests to me that I'm willing to go, but am kept from doing my job through the most revolting methods.

Is nothing sacred??????

They turned Santa Muerte into...into...

...I can't even say it. Just see for yourself:

http://www.boston.com/news/world/latinamerica/articles/2007/08/12/mexicos_death_saint_gets_new_look/

And if that weren't bad enough...

Virtual shrine to the Unborn Jesus anyone?

I shit you not.

http://www.unbornjesus.com/English/TOC/TOC.htm

This makes Pope Happycat run out of happy.