From Venting to Viggo
Thursday, August 20, 2026
I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!!!!
Eighteen With a Bullet
One of my bosses was a young girl from Ohio. She was about 27 to my 18 and was a college grad. I also naively, considered her my friend. I made this assumption because we shared boyfriend stories and talked about clothes and all the other girly things that female co-workers share. However, every now and then she would ask me if I could run to the corner liquor store and get her a pack of cigarettes. Sure! No problem. I’d done this for her several times, without question, never realizing what was really happening. The very real barriers which separated us were clearly being define
There were two other secretaries I worked with in the tr
Evie was our secretarial supervisor and the spawn of Satan. She was a divorced, pretty blond woman in her early 40's and I'm certain was a closet masochist. She once confessed to me that her sister had an affair with her husband. I have no idea what compelled her to tell me such a horribly personal secret ... we were hardly friends, and she basically treated me like crap the entire time I worked there. To take an 18-year-old kid into her confidence completely mystified
Evie got a perverse pleasure out of abusing all of us put seemed to get particular joy out of picking on me. At least once a week I was summoned into Dildo's office where Evie would then “write me up” on everything from not being "dress code" and making me go home to change, to any number of meaningless infractions. I hated Evie. I would lay awake at night thinking of ways to kill her. I even entertained the idea of getting one of the guys in the neighborhood to do a drive-by. I know it sounds terrible, but you would feel the same way too if you had to deal with this b*tch every day for a whole year.
Once in a while, to lighten things up in the office, I would get the girls' attention as Evie was bending over a filing cabinet, and I would swing my foot back and forth like I was going to kick her right in her ass.
Every day Evie would make me get her lunch. She would come to my desk, stand behind me with her money in her hand and recite her orde
SO, I get to the Orange Julius. I place her order and wait. This was back in the olden days when you had to actually MAKE the hamburger from scratch. Finally, hamburger made, fries made and now all I had to do was cross the boulevard again. When I got back to the office I handed her her lunch, sat at my desk and started working. Two seconds later she's standing behind me whining ... "there's no cheese on this hamburger". Yes ... this vile creature made me go back to the hamburger stand so they could put the cheese on her frickin' hamburger. By the time all of this was accomplished, it was almost time to go home. But then, just because there was enough time left in the day for one more dose of humiliating degradation, she sent me back again "... to check on her Coke?" ... I'd forgotten her drink. Remember that scene in 9 to 5 when Lily Tomlin thinks she put rat poison in the coffee? Don't think I didn't consider it.
This was when I learned about real prejudice. Shocking, unfiltered, ignorant prejudice. Once, while filming a training video, Mr. Dildo was playing director. I was to be a teller, and Mary was to be a customer. Mary was African-American. Mr. Dildo goes up to his radio-type booth, and walks us through our paces. Then, he comes down and asks us to do it again because Mary looked to the right during filming and when .... get ready ... when a black person looks from left to right all you can see are the whites of their eyes.
YES. HE SAID IT. JUST LIKE THAT. LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. She looked at me. I looked at her. And we both knew our place. He was the boss. He could say things like that and no one would call him on it, or make him answer for it. EVER. What I experienced at this company in 1975, I could sue them for today. Forty years ago the world was a very different place. You could smoke in restaurants, bosses could grab your ass and make lewd remarks, and there was nothing you could do about it. A boss could fire a black employee just because he could, and women were treated really badly. More amazing than all of this is that Dell and Evie probably have no memory whatsoever of me or Vicky or Carol and the horrible way they treated us and made us feel. And yet the memories I have of them are so potent that I'm writing about them all these years later.
Hebrews 13:2
Tuesday, May 5, 2026
THE 2026 MET GALA ...
While most of the world is at war, and people are dying, the wealthy have decided to have their yearly party, so we, the have-nots, can see what we're missing. This has become the most ostentatious, narcissistic event of the year. The rich celebrating the rich, and it makes me want to projectile vomit all over their beautiful clothes.
Thursday, April 9, 2026
I'M PISSED ...
So, as some of you might know, I haven't blogged in quite a while other than my Golden Globe and Oscar posts. Part of the reason was that blogging was a way for me to vent my anger (hence the title of my blog, "From Venting to Viggo"). However, as the country became more and more divided, I was afraid of speaking my truth and being stalked and/or killed for my opinions and of having to read nasty comments about being a libtard, etc. But then I decided FUCK THAT. And truth be told, I'm funny AF when I'm angry. And as most of you might know (I say most because there is still a large faction of the population who are seriously devoted to the Orange One), but those of us with brain cells know that the world is going to Hell, and he is responsible. I have stored up years of angst and anger, and I've decided to finally unload it and be true to myself! It's either that or growing a tumor.
Melania
The First Lady Puta, and I use that term with the utmost respect, just addressed the nation about her non-existent friendship with Jeffrey Epstein to protect her "good name." And to that I say, "WHAT good name!" but that's just me. Anywho, you know, of course, that she speaks seven languages (according to the White House, and she also received a degree in architecture, which we all know is not true.) She can barely speak English. But what I found so fucking sanctimonious was her indignation. I mean, I believe the entire world has seen her completely naked with another lady pretending to be making tha love, girl-on-girl style, and she has the nerve to be outraged that her precious reputation is being ruined by a so-called friendship with a psychotic pedophile. Hilarious, right? RIGHT!
She certainly has taken care of herself. I have conveniently posted before and after photos of improvements she has made over time. See below and judge for yourself.
BEFORE (Meh)
All in all, I'd say it was money well spent. However, as you know, money can't buy you class, respectability, or an education. I mean, it can buy you an education, just look at Donald. But you all know what I mean. Melania just needs to stay in NYC and avoid thinking.
Sunday, March 15, 2026
2026 ACDEMY AWARDS ...
So, let me just say that I am now entering the stage where I don't know who some of these actors are, and that makes one feel old. I also feel that really good movies today are rare and that is sad to me. The movie going experience is not what it used to be. But, despite all that, I am going to do my duty and report on the best and worst looks at this year's Oscars.
Melissa McCarthy looking pretty fab. However, it looks like a beautiful strapless gown worn over a black sweater.
Elle Fanning. Same dress, different event. I'd love to see her in a COLOR, or just plain ol black. She looks like a princess though. Grade: A
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