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Before the Long Weekend.
Thought 1: I guess everyone else is going away for the weekend but me, and the only plans to be had around happen on Saturday, when I have a wedding to go to. This is gonna suck.
And, I try not to bitch about my sucky days, but today counts. Work...okay, it was busy all day, my phone never stopped ringing. Also, the boss told us that we're geting a new line of products we are going to be selling on top of what we already handle. And that bitch Gloria, after I say something like 'we have enough to do as it is,' says 'Well, it's not as bad it used to be. We used to have more orders, but now we don't.'
That's because, you spacey bitch, I've been doing MOST of them while you sit on your fat, Dogpatch-wannabe hick ass and talk about your fucking grandkids to every customer you get on the phone! Pull your weight, if your muscles don't tear from the strain!
Okay, so I rented a car last week, because mine's in the shop. And I gave them my keys. With my house key on it. TOday, Mom and Dad took Grandma to the doctors in the afternoon, and they weren't there when I got home, and they didn't think to ask if I had a spare house key.
Needless to say, I got in anyway. I won't go into details, but I'm happy for myself because of my ingenuity, but also scared because I now know how easy it is to break into my own house.
And, after I got in, Dad called. First, Grandma is staying for a day or two, since her blood count is way off. Then, a few hours later, Dad calls again to tell me that Mom's having palpatations /again,/ so he's going back and forth between two rooms. My God, it's starting again...
Ok, I'm sorry for being bitchy. Just a long day, a longer night, and since my laundry just finished, I think I want to just go sleep, hide under the covers, or something.
And, I try not to bitch about my sucky days, but today counts. Work...okay, it was busy all day, my phone never stopped ringing. Also, the boss told us that we're geting a new line of products we are going to be selling on top of what we already handle. And that bitch Gloria, after I say something like 'we have enough to do as it is,' says 'Well, it's not as bad it used to be. We used to have more orders, but now we don't.'
That's because, you spacey bitch, I've been doing MOST of them while you sit on your fat, Dogpatch-wannabe hick ass and talk about your fucking grandkids to every customer you get on the phone! Pull your weight, if your muscles don't tear from the strain!
Okay, so I rented a car last week, because mine's in the shop. And I gave them my keys. With my house key on it. TOday, Mom and Dad took Grandma to the doctors in the afternoon, and they weren't there when I got home, and they didn't think to ask if I had a spare house key.
Needless to say, I got in anyway. I won't go into details, but I'm happy for myself because of my ingenuity, but also scared because I now know how easy it is to break into my own house.
And, after I got in, Dad called. First, Grandma is staying for a day or two, since her blood count is way off. Then, a few hours later, Dad calls again to tell me that Mom's having palpatations /again,/ so he's going back and forth between two rooms. My God, it's starting again...
Ok, I'm sorry for being bitchy. Just a long day, a longer night, and since my laundry just finished, I think I want to just go sleep, hide under the covers, or something.
As if...
Memorial Day
In fact, I'm dealing with mulch Sunday. Fun!
No plans