Ok, I work in a hotel restaurant/bar, so you tend to see some really strange and unusual things. Now most of the strangness doesn't happen on the full moon, for me its always halfway between the full moons. Seriously, the nuts must be practicing on me for the full moon.
Such as one weekend last year around the end of summer, I had an experience that I was amazed I was able to keep a straight face. And trust me it was really difficult to do.
That weekend, on the Saturday night, I had a lady come into the bar in a pink velor tracksuit with a can of beer in her hand. Now the tracksuit alone should've been enough not to serve her, but I didn't hold that one against her. She had no shoes on and spilt her can of beer on the wall by the bar. I informed her that as she didn't have shoes she had to leave. Since she told me she was headed to her room, I had hope that she would stay there. She was so plastered. But no, she had to come back with flip-flops on and a beer in her hand. Damn.
She wanted a beer and a shot, so I had to inform her that due to her being obviously intoxicated I couldn't serve her. I was then informed by the "pink crazy lady", which became her nickname for the weekend that she wasn't drunk but had a bad day. I've had bad days, and I've gone out in sweats and such, but really? To a bar? To Safeway yes, but bar no. She then tried to drink her beer, which as she was drunk didn't realize that not only was the can opening on the wrong side but it was still closed.
Case closed? Not. She returned. And this time she wanted a shot of tequila, like that was going to happen. I told her I still couldn't serve her. As she was leaving, she told one of the guys at the bar (which was rather full that night) not to laugh at her as it wasn't nice. He told her he wasn't laughing at her but at the TV. Thank god we had Katt Williams on Comedy Central playing and it wasn't on a commercial when she said it or it wouldn't have been believable. On her way out she flattened herself to the wall. Because when you press yourself against the wall you become invisible. I so wish that were true. The guy she accused of laughing at her asked if she was still there and I said I could see her through her magical pink tracksuit at the wall. When she was gone I locked the doors.
So when one of the guys wanted to go out for a smoke I let him out with the door unlocked so he could get back in on the condition that he didn't let the crazy lady back in. And guess who came to smoke with him? Yup, the crazy lady. So being the nice guy he was, when he was done he told her the door was locked and he was going back to his room (through a different door). And when he came back down he hid and asked me if she was still there, of course she was. As soon as she was gone, door locked again and he returned to his drinking.
Long ass paperwork describing all this to the boss to protect my ass on this in case she complained the next day. Of course, I didn't realize she had already complained to the auditor that I "hurt her feelings" by not serving her. Just doing my job you ding-dong. Of course she apparently couldn't talk without slurring her words during this complaint.
End of Saturday, end of adventure? No, not even close. Nope. No way.
It was freaky Sunday that next night. Now, I don't mind what people do, or what their beliefs are as long as they don't hurt anyone else. I don't care if they are gay, straight, bi, trans-sexual, green, purple, from another planet. Doesn't bother me. What does bother me is having to remove a person from the hotel who is attempting to kick in a room door. The funny part of it was, she was one of two "ladies" from Vegas. Now if she was post-op or has had any cosmetic work done, she needs to talk to that surgeon, they really sucked at the work then.
I was called at the bar to assist with a 'situation' (how I hate getting a call that 'we have a situation'). This guest had yelled at the first front desk girl to approach her, was laying in the middle of the hallway when the second front desk gal went up. So I was called. As a supervisor I have rank, I suppose, but I think they'd have called me anyway. By the time I got upstairs, she was on the phone, crying and drinking a beer. She asked if I had a master key to get her into the room, and I told her if she had her ID and her name was on the room we could get her a key made. She emptied her purse looking for it, couldn't find it or the key, and when I handed her the eyeliner she had forgotten to put away, it got thrown down the hall. Ok, I was done with her at this point. I took her downstairs thinking she would go the desk, but she left to go to the restaurant next door. On her way she stopped this nice looking blonde lady, and I thought "oh god, now we'll get a complaint from a guest about a drunk person stopping them in the parking lot". As I got the door for her, asked her how her night was going, she replied with a very deep voice "ok". The roommate I thought. Ok safe on complaints there.
We locked the doors, with the instruction from me to call the police if she started causing a ruckus outside. End of story? I wish.
I get a visit about 30 - 45 minutes later from the local police at the bar. Apparently the roommate needed her removed. Jeez, what the hell did I miss now? Got her removed, tresspass order placed, all calm.
Next full moom came and went with no drama at all. What the hell? Nope, none. In fact no weird stuff for awhile.
Last month, between the full moons chaos resumed...
Friday - Had to move a guest from her original room due to fear of a abusive boyfriend. Why do they stay with us? Got her safely tucked in. Thought weekend would go smooth from here on out. Nope.
Saturday - Got to work and this lady wouldn't answer her phone, or door about a late check-out nor come down to pay for another night. Just great, but I was in a very bad mood which was so perfect to deal with a deadbeat. I went up around 2 and she told me, when she finally came to the door after about 5 minutes of standing outside the room, that she would be about 5 minutes or so to check-out. Sure you will be. So at 3pm when one of the front desk guys showed up, really big and tough looking but a giant pussycat inside, we sent him up and she said 10 minutes this time. He and I went up at 3:15 to deal with her. Got the run around, got yelled at, and finally got rid of her about 3:30.
Oh, its going to be a long weekend.
Sunday - I get a call about a 'situation'. Did I mention I really had the words "we have a situation"? There was a guy in his room playing with himself in front of the window with the drapes open. Don't you know that if you are watching porn on your laptop to close the damn drapes? If you can't impress me, I don't want to see it. If I'm impressed, I'll get a chair and some popcorn to watch the show. A guest had informed the front desk gal, and both of us tried to find the room but all the drapes were closed and we couldn't figure out which room it was. I would've called the room and told him to either impress me or close the damn drapes. We get lots of families here dumbass.
Give me a full moon weekend anytime, or just impress the hell out of me. I'll even share the popcorn to whomever wants to join me in watching the show.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
I am so not technically inclined
So during a shopping trip with Shortie today, I finally got a Kindle. The store we went to had some older ones on clearance, but as luck would have it, they had sold out. I wasn't too upset as the one I had been looking for was only $10 less than the newer model I got. I didn't even think there were more of those available anyway.
So I get home with this, and open it up. Then I had to have Shortie show me how to turn the damn thing on. Yup, this thing came with very little instructions. Don't they realize that not all of us know what the hell we are doing? Obviously not.
I don't have wireless here, basic router with wires on the ceiling so Shortie can have internet in her room. And of course, this blasted thing wants you to hook up to wireless. WTF, they obviously think everyone has wireless routers. So I hook it up to the laptop, and this screen pops up telling me to not unplug it but to eject it.
What? So now I have to go online and figure out what Kindle support says. I wish there was the section in there that actually told me what to do, but the only section I found for setup wanted you to hook up to wireless. And, the thing turned off and won't turn on again. Jeez, I'm batting a thousand at this point, and getting seriously frustrated. Where is The Boy when you need him. He's at his grandparents, torturing them for a few weeks. So I finally find a spot where to talk to a real person at customer support.
Here's how the conversation went:
Me: I can't get this thing to turn back on so I can download my books I have on my laptop.
CS: Well you need wireless to register it and to set it up.
Me: I don't have wireless, and I can't get it to turn on, but there is a light on it. (It was plugged in to the laptop still at this point.)
CS: What color is the light?
Me: Yellow
CS: Ok, hold the power button and it should turn on?
Me: Didn't do it.
CS: Push it in now and I'll tell you when to let go.
Me: Ok worked. Now how do I get the stuff off my laptop.
CS: Well, you really need wireless. You could go to anyplace that is a wireless hotspot and finish this up. Or, you can log into Amazon and do it thru the site.
Ok, that worked. And he talked me how to transfer my books, but that is going to take forever doing that one at a time. But if I take this beastie to work, I apparently can do the download there, as we have wireless.
They really need to have the Kindle for dummies instruction manual that will help those of us who aren't technical and don't have wireless. If you give me an actual instruction book, I usually can figure it out, if not I call my brother. He is the family geek squad, very computer friendly he is.
Of course, Shortie laughed at me when I had to have her read off the serial number for me. I'm sorry, I'm blind. Ok not totally blind, but I'm waiting for my new glasses which should be here next week. I broke the old pair stepping on them on Christmas Eve, and they don't like to be stepped on. Why does everything, that needs you to use the serial number to register them, make those numbers so small you almost need a damned microscope to read them? Is it just me, or is the print on things just get smaller and smaller?
Oh well, at least I finally have one, which will be good as I won't have to lug books to Norwescon this year.
Speaking of Norwescon, Shortie is so excited that we have less than 3 weeks to go. She actually starts the count down as soon as we leave it every year. I think she almost gets more excited about that than the holidays. And thank god her costumes started showing up today.
Maybe she'd be more excited about the holidays if I had one of those Elf on the Shelf thingys....
So I get home with this, and open it up. Then I had to have Shortie show me how to turn the damn thing on. Yup, this thing came with very little instructions. Don't they realize that not all of us know what the hell we are doing? Obviously not.
I don't have wireless here, basic router with wires on the ceiling so Shortie can have internet in her room. And of course, this blasted thing wants you to hook up to wireless. WTF, they obviously think everyone has wireless routers. So I hook it up to the laptop, and this screen pops up telling me to not unplug it but to eject it.
What? So now I have to go online and figure out what Kindle support says. I wish there was the section in there that actually told me what to do, but the only section I found for setup wanted you to hook up to wireless. And, the thing turned off and won't turn on again. Jeez, I'm batting a thousand at this point, and getting seriously frustrated. Where is The Boy when you need him. He's at his grandparents, torturing them for a few weeks. So I finally find a spot where to talk to a real person at customer support.
Here's how the conversation went:
Me: I can't get this thing to turn back on so I can download my books I have on my laptop.
CS: Well you need wireless to register it and to set it up.
Me: I don't have wireless, and I can't get it to turn on, but there is a light on it. (It was plugged in to the laptop still at this point.)
CS: What color is the light?
Me: Yellow
CS: Ok, hold the power button and it should turn on?
Me: Didn't do it.
CS: Push it in now and I'll tell you when to let go.
Me: Ok worked. Now how do I get the stuff off my laptop.
CS: Well, you really need wireless. You could go to anyplace that is a wireless hotspot and finish this up. Or, you can log into Amazon and do it thru the site.
Ok, that worked. And he talked me how to transfer my books, but that is going to take forever doing that one at a time. But if I take this beastie to work, I apparently can do the download there, as we have wireless.
They really need to have the Kindle for dummies instruction manual that will help those of us who aren't technical and don't have wireless. If you give me an actual instruction book, I usually can figure it out, if not I call my brother. He is the family geek squad, very computer friendly he is.
Of course, Shortie laughed at me when I had to have her read off the serial number for me. I'm sorry, I'm blind. Ok not totally blind, but I'm waiting for my new glasses which should be here next week. I broke the old pair stepping on them on Christmas Eve, and they don't like to be stepped on. Why does everything, that needs you to use the serial number to register them, make those numbers so small you almost need a damned microscope to read them? Is it just me, or is the print on things just get smaller and smaller?
Oh well, at least I finally have one, which will be good as I won't have to lug books to Norwescon this year.
Speaking of Norwescon, Shortie is so excited that we have less than 3 weeks to go. She actually starts the count down as soon as we leave it every year. I think she almost gets more excited about that than the holidays. And thank god her costumes started showing up today.
Maybe she'd be more excited about the holidays if I had one of those Elf on the Shelf thingys....
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Ghost hunting and other stuff
Ok, now I'm a firm believer that there are things out there that can't always be explained. Such as UFO's (are we really the ONLY intelligent life in the universe? Really?), Big Foot (he's probably sitting in the woods watching the "finding him" shows on Direct TV, etc.
But have you seen some of these people on the shows? Talk about idiots. Now, I'm not saying that they are idiots per se, but really? Calling up the entities and asking them to tell you to leave? Haven't any of them ever seen a slasher film? Don't they know that the person making the challenge gets axed more brutally.
No offense, I'd love to go ghost hunting. But if I ever asked a ghost to answer a question and I could actually hear it without enhancement, I'd probably thank them for their time and leave. Quickly.
Look at the Amityville Horror house. They moved in. Had their priest come to do a blessing on the new place, and he was told to "Get Out". Isn't that a sign that maybe you should find a different place to live? What do you say to guests if the house starts talking to them? Ask them to pass the salt? No thanks, if it made itself that known, I'm outta there. Most likely anyway. It might depend on if they asked how my day was, how I'd like my coffee, if I needed anyone haunted and scared. Then I probably would stay. Wouldn't that be great, come home, and have your resident spirit offer to scare the crap out of someone for you?
And speaking of idiots. Have you ever noticed in slasher films that when the characters realize they are being hunted, they run UP the stairs. WTF? And how are you supposed to escape that way? Another point on this one. Did you ever notice that its the girls, usually the blonde ones that do this? What do they have against girls? Or blondes for that matter? At least when the guys get axed, it usually is because they do something stupid like have sex in the woods, by the lake, near a graveyard. Or because they didn't leave in the only working car like a normal person would. Seriously, why would you confront a psycho in a hockey mask, who is holding a chainsaw or harpoon gun. Are you really that stupid? This is where they should be using all that athletic ability, to run the hell away.
I really do like watching the ghost hunting shows, and there are so many of them I can't remember all of the names of them. It is amazingly entertaining, sort of. This one called, Ghost Adventures, uses some kind of device that can pick up the energy in the room so the spirit can communicate without them having to look at the tape. This show is the worst for using humans to "challenge" spirits, which makes it all the more fun. One of these episodes, they are going to find a spirit who doesn't like the challenge they give them, and we will see who will be the last ghost buster standing.
And I do have to say, I love the Finding Big Foot show. Although, as I said before, I also wait for something to show up unexpectedly, such as ...Big Foot. Wouldn't it be funnier than hell to have them do a Big Foot call, and having said creature show up to tell them to shut the hell up as the hunters are disturbing his sleep. Who in their right mind would want to confront a sleep deprived Big Foot.
Not me, I'd rather confront sleep deprived teenagers. Oh wait, Big Foot probably isn't as scary.
But have you seen some of these people on the shows? Talk about idiots. Now, I'm not saying that they are idiots per se, but really? Calling up the entities and asking them to tell you to leave? Haven't any of them ever seen a slasher film? Don't they know that the person making the challenge gets axed more brutally.
No offense, I'd love to go ghost hunting. But if I ever asked a ghost to answer a question and I could actually hear it without enhancement, I'd probably thank them for their time and leave. Quickly.
Look at the Amityville Horror house. They moved in. Had their priest come to do a blessing on the new place, and he was told to "Get Out". Isn't that a sign that maybe you should find a different place to live? What do you say to guests if the house starts talking to them? Ask them to pass the salt? No thanks, if it made itself that known, I'm outta there. Most likely anyway. It might depend on if they asked how my day was, how I'd like my coffee, if I needed anyone haunted and scared. Then I probably would stay. Wouldn't that be great, come home, and have your resident spirit offer to scare the crap out of someone for you?
And speaking of idiots. Have you ever noticed in slasher films that when the characters realize they are being hunted, they run UP the stairs. WTF? And how are you supposed to escape that way? Another point on this one. Did you ever notice that its the girls, usually the blonde ones that do this? What do they have against girls? Or blondes for that matter? At least when the guys get axed, it usually is because they do something stupid like have sex in the woods, by the lake, near a graveyard. Or because they didn't leave in the only working car like a normal person would. Seriously, why would you confront a psycho in a hockey mask, who is holding a chainsaw or harpoon gun. Are you really that stupid? This is where they should be using all that athletic ability, to run the hell away.
I really do like watching the ghost hunting shows, and there are so many of them I can't remember all of the names of them. It is amazingly entertaining, sort of. This one called, Ghost Adventures, uses some kind of device that can pick up the energy in the room so the spirit can communicate without them having to look at the tape. This show is the worst for using humans to "challenge" spirits, which makes it all the more fun. One of these episodes, they are going to find a spirit who doesn't like the challenge they give them, and we will see who will be the last ghost buster standing.
And I do have to say, I love the Finding Big Foot show. Although, as I said before, I also wait for something to show up unexpectedly, such as ...Big Foot. Wouldn't it be funnier than hell to have them do a Big Foot call, and having said creature show up to tell them to shut the hell up as the hunters are disturbing his sleep. Who in their right mind would want to confront a sleep deprived Big Foot.
Not me, I'd rather confront sleep deprived teenagers. Oh wait, Big Foot probably isn't as scary.
Friday, March 16, 2012
I still don't have a house for sale
Yes, the story continues.
I received another call today about a house I don't own, and am not selling. I called the agent back and explained the situation. He was very polite and understanding about calling me by mistake. I did ask him to please contact the listing agent to get this problem fixed. Could you imagine having people show up at your house to look at it while you were in your jammies or even in the middle of some afternoon fun?
But I have come up with the perfect answer to calling any agent back. I'm going to tell them that they need to not let my pets out.
Of course, they will have to bring a raw chicken for my oversized house cat Baby, who by the way is a tiger and thinks she's a lapcat. And to not let Fluffy out, as last time he escaped he ate the neighbors cat, which the neighbor wasn't too happy about. Fluffy, you see, is a 12 foot python. Maybe this will work to get them to stop calling.
I know that sometimes pets can freak out potential buyers. Case in point. When the douchebag was trying to sell his house, he had a potential buyer refuse to go into the house as he has a chocolate lab. Now this oversized puppy (who is about 5yo give or take) who thinks she's a lapdog, is the sweetest thing on the planet and is only dangerous to squirrels who come into the yard. If fact, if you were to burglarize his place and feed her a treat, she'd help you carry everything to your vehicle. Yup, good watch dog.
And if the above doesn't work, my bartending partner in crime who we shall call Flo (as she has been told she kinda looks like the Flo from the Progressive Insurance commercials) will take care of this. She is also a real estate agent and let me know that if I get the address and/or the listing agents name, she will contact them and let them know they are idiots. How are you supposed to sell a house if you can't get ahold of the seller? Haven't they heard of proof reading your ads?
As I've only gotten the one call today there might be hope that the problem has been fixed. But, alas, I'm not holding out hope on this. Maybe Baby and Fluffy need to go visit the ditz.
Disclaimer: I really don't have a tiger and a python, as they would eat the 2 cats I do have. But if I ever get a house and want to sell it, I'd see if the zoo would lend them to me.
I received another call today about a house I don't own, and am not selling. I called the agent back and explained the situation. He was very polite and understanding about calling me by mistake. I did ask him to please contact the listing agent to get this problem fixed. Could you imagine having people show up at your house to look at it while you were in your jammies or even in the middle of some afternoon fun?
But I have come up with the perfect answer to calling any agent back. I'm going to tell them that they need to not let my pets out.
Of course, they will have to bring a raw chicken for my oversized house cat Baby, who by the way is a tiger and thinks she's a lapcat. And to not let Fluffy out, as last time he escaped he ate the neighbors cat, which the neighbor wasn't too happy about. Fluffy, you see, is a 12 foot python. Maybe this will work to get them to stop calling.
I know that sometimes pets can freak out potential buyers. Case in point. When the douchebag was trying to sell his house, he had a potential buyer refuse to go into the house as he has a chocolate lab. Now this oversized puppy (who is about 5yo give or take) who thinks she's a lapdog, is the sweetest thing on the planet and is only dangerous to squirrels who come into the yard. If fact, if you were to burglarize his place and feed her a treat, she'd help you carry everything to your vehicle. Yup, good watch dog.
And if the above doesn't work, my bartending partner in crime who we shall call Flo (as she has been told she kinda looks like the Flo from the Progressive Insurance commercials) will take care of this. She is also a real estate agent and let me know that if I get the address and/or the listing agents name, she will contact them and let them know they are idiots. How are you supposed to sell a house if you can't get ahold of the seller? Haven't they heard of proof reading your ads?
As I've only gotten the one call today there might be hope that the problem has been fixed. But, alas, I'm not holding out hope on this. Maybe Baby and Fluffy need to go visit the ditz.
Disclaimer: I really don't have a tiger and a python, as they would eat the 2 cats I do have. But if I ever get a house and want to sell it, I'd see if the zoo would lend them to me.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
No, I don't own a house
So today I received a phone call while out with Shortie at Dairy Queen. I haven't been there in years, and how dare some stranger interrupt it. So I check the voicemail, which normally would do when I got home. But as it was the second call in 5 minutes from someone I didn't know, I was curious. The call was from some real estate about a showing some house. Being the nice person I was this afternoon, which on Wednesday is hit and miss for me as I do the morning shift so it must have been the mint oreo blizzard, I decided to call and let the agent know they had the wrong number. She said she'd check the listing to see if maybe she either dialed wrong or they had written down the wrong number. Hopefully she found the right one.
Flash forward to this evening. As Shortie and I was running all sorts of errands, which included ordering my glasses, I didn't get a nap this afternoon and was running on 2 hours or less of sleep. So here I am finally getting my nap and I my phone goes off. It was another agent calling about the house. I was at least polite when I left a voicemail explaining I didn't have a house and to remove my number, PLEASE. Yes, I said please. So I just get back to sleep again, and his wife called. Jeez, will someone pass on the message that I DON'T OWN A HOUSE. I explained to her that it wasn't me, and she apologized for bothering me, very nice lady. Thank god I didn't get another one when I finally fell asleep again. If I was woken up again, I think I'd have lost it.
Now here is my question to y'all. Don't you think if you were the homeowner or agent, you would at least make sure the phone number was correct so you could sell the place? Is this just serious stupidity or what? I know I would make sure.
Back to why I'm so tired. I work nights closing the bar on Thurs. thru Sun. I get to sleep around 4am, as I need to wind down for awhile. BUT, one day a week, at the start of my work week, I work the morning shift which starts at 5:30am. I have to get up a 4am on those days. I had gotten a reprieve for a few months as we are slow in the winter. But we have a couple of new people so I have been training them. Now this is supposed to be temporary, but last time the temporary lasted 1 1/2 years, so I'm not holding out much hope that this will end soon.
Now you know why I'm tired.
I don't have a lot of patience for stupidity, but I apparently did today. I think it really was the ice cream. I also don't have a lot of patience for people who let their kids run around in the restaurant. I know kids will be kids, I have three of them myself, but seriously folks have them sit down. I darn near tripped over the girl as she was spinning around, which was making me dizzy just seeing this (remember when we could do that?). I almost dropped the food I was carrying to another table. Please have your kids sit, and don't give them the Frosted Flakes if you think they might get a little wound up.
I also had a family one time with some adorable kids, probably about 6 and 8. The girls were running around and got in my way, I'm sensing a trend here. So I politely told the girl I didn't want to drop her food and to please sit down. Now I know that it was very dangerous to say but I was frustrated. You never know how the parents are going to ask if you ask their "angels" to please sit down, at least I said please. As I was setting their food down she got up again. So her mom told her, now get this, "What did the lady say to you? You need to listen to her." Listen to me? I'm not the mom, you are lady and they need to listen to you. I've already raised mine, raise yours. Because if mine did that, which they did try, they'd be in serious trouble and not allowed out again until they could behave, not to mention grounded. This is why I took things for them to do when they were younger than that. I understand at least if they are toddlers, but that's what high chairs are for, detaining the darlings. At home, I'd duct tape them to the chairs (just kidding). I never had that much duct tape on hand, thought about it though.
Am I asking too much? Asking you to get your child to sit? Now not all kids are like that. I have had some amazing kids in the place. The some of the best behaved I had really expected not to be. There was a mom in there, by herself, with a 6yo, 4yo, and 2yo (I think that was their age, but I'm kinda close). I'm not sure I would have had the guts to try that with kids that age, at least not without backup. They were such quiet, polite, and non-hyper. Whatever that mom was doing it sure worked. And I told boys how great they were, and the mom to keep on doing whatever it was as it was working. The funny part is as they were there, I had another table with kids who were just out of control across the room. Talk about your night and day.
Ok, I'm starting to ramble now. Getting sleepy. Must go for the night.
Flash forward to this evening. As Shortie and I was running all sorts of errands, which included ordering my glasses, I didn't get a nap this afternoon and was running on 2 hours or less of sleep. So here I am finally getting my nap and I my phone goes off. It was another agent calling about the house. I was at least polite when I left a voicemail explaining I didn't have a house and to remove my number, PLEASE. Yes, I said please. So I just get back to sleep again, and his wife called. Jeez, will someone pass on the message that I DON'T OWN A HOUSE. I explained to her that it wasn't me, and she apologized for bothering me, very nice lady. Thank god I didn't get another one when I finally fell asleep again. If I was woken up again, I think I'd have lost it.
Now here is my question to y'all. Don't you think if you were the homeowner or agent, you would at least make sure the phone number was correct so you could sell the place? Is this just serious stupidity or what? I know I would make sure.
Back to why I'm so tired. I work nights closing the bar on Thurs. thru Sun. I get to sleep around 4am, as I need to wind down for awhile. BUT, one day a week, at the start of my work week, I work the morning shift which starts at 5:30am. I have to get up a 4am on those days. I had gotten a reprieve for a few months as we are slow in the winter. But we have a couple of new people so I have been training them. Now this is supposed to be temporary, but last time the temporary lasted 1 1/2 years, so I'm not holding out much hope that this will end soon.
Now you know why I'm tired.
I don't have a lot of patience for stupidity, but I apparently did today. I think it really was the ice cream. I also don't have a lot of patience for people who let their kids run around in the restaurant. I know kids will be kids, I have three of them myself, but seriously folks have them sit down. I darn near tripped over the girl as she was spinning around, which was making me dizzy just seeing this (remember when we could do that?). I almost dropped the food I was carrying to another table. Please have your kids sit, and don't give them the Frosted Flakes if you think they might get a little wound up.
I also had a family one time with some adorable kids, probably about 6 and 8. The girls were running around and got in my way, I'm sensing a trend here. So I politely told the girl I didn't want to drop her food and to please sit down. Now I know that it was very dangerous to say but I was frustrated. You never know how the parents are going to ask if you ask their "angels" to please sit down, at least I said please. As I was setting their food down she got up again. So her mom told her, now get this, "What did the lady say to you? You need to listen to her." Listen to me? I'm not the mom, you are lady and they need to listen to you. I've already raised mine, raise yours. Because if mine did that, which they did try, they'd be in serious trouble and not allowed out again until they could behave, not to mention grounded. This is why I took things for them to do when they were younger than that. I understand at least if they are toddlers, but that's what high chairs are for, detaining the darlings. At home, I'd duct tape them to the chairs (just kidding). I never had that much duct tape on hand, thought about it though.
Am I asking too much? Asking you to get your child to sit? Now not all kids are like that. I have had some amazing kids in the place. The some of the best behaved I had really expected not to be. There was a mom in there, by herself, with a 6yo, 4yo, and 2yo (I think that was their age, but I'm kinda close). I'm not sure I would have had the guts to try that with kids that age, at least not without backup. They were such quiet, polite, and non-hyper. Whatever that mom was doing it sure worked. And I told boys how great they were, and the mom to keep on doing whatever it was as it was working. The funny part is as they were there, I had another table with kids who were just out of control across the room. Talk about your night and day.
Ok, I'm starting to ramble now. Getting sleepy. Must go for the night.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Curbs have feelings too...
Ok, so picture this...
Its 8am (what a miserable time of day anyway), I closed the bar last night (I'm the bartender) so very little sleep, and as I'm getting ready to park the car at the dentist so the boy can have his head drilled (what 19yo boy needs more holes in his head anyway?). The boy tells me not to hit anything. Well duh? Isn't that the point of driving and parking, not hitting anything? But as usual I get too close to the curb stop and have to scrape the front of the car backing it up a bit. So now I'm in trouble with the boy for "hitting the curb, because curb's have feelings too, you know".
WTF? When did curbs get feelings? Does that mean parking stripes have feelings too? Why wasn't I informed of this? Do I have to be politically correct when parking my car now so I don't offend the stripes and curbs? Is there going to be parking police that handle the pc issues only? Parking enforcement officers have enough on their plates to worry about ticketing for hurting a curbs feelings.
What about the assholes who take up two spots when parking their truck because they can't figure out how to fit it in. Ok folks, if you can't fit it in and need two spots, either don't drive or get a smaller vehicle that you can handle.
Imagine watching this scene in the local grocery store.
Parking PC Enforcement: "I'm sorry ma'am, but you need to adjust your car as you've hurt the curbs feelings"
Shopper: "WTH? Feelings? When did curbs get damn feelings?"
PE: "They've always had feelings. We are just a more enlightened society and now recognize that. So please move the vehicle a bit."
Shopper: "Why? My feelings are now hurt by you asking me to adjust my truck/car for some stupid inanimate piece of concrete. So no, not gonna do it."
PE: "I'm not going to ask, you need to move this now."
Shopper: "No."
PE: "If you don't move it, you will be subject to either a fine or arrest."
Shopper: "Whatever. I have to get milk and stuff for dinner or I will have teenagers to deal with that are much scarier than you."
PE: (as the handcuffs come out) "You are now under arrest for violating, the current parking code number that is to be named, you have the right to remain silent..."
Shopper: "WTF? I'm going shopping. Now get the hell out of my way, and move the Segway or I'll tip it over."
See, you might as well just start building the jails now, with the special "curb offender" wing. As you know parking violators are the most violent and dangerous out there. Let them try to stop a tiny young lady in a big ass truck how to park. I want to see that.
But let me buy my popcorn and Pepsi first.
P.S. And by tiny young lady, I mean Shortie. As she wants a really big truck someday. I'm parking the Segway in the garage when she gets one.
Its 8am (what a miserable time of day anyway), I closed the bar last night (I'm the bartender) so very little sleep, and as I'm getting ready to park the car at the dentist so the boy can have his head drilled (what 19yo boy needs more holes in his head anyway?). The boy tells me not to hit anything. Well duh? Isn't that the point of driving and parking, not hitting anything? But as usual I get too close to the curb stop and have to scrape the front of the car backing it up a bit. So now I'm in trouble with the boy for "hitting the curb, because curb's have feelings too, you know".
WTF? When did curbs get feelings? Does that mean parking stripes have feelings too? Why wasn't I informed of this? Do I have to be politically correct when parking my car now so I don't offend the stripes and curbs? Is there going to be parking police that handle the pc issues only? Parking enforcement officers have enough on their plates to worry about ticketing for hurting a curbs feelings.
What about the assholes who take up two spots when parking their truck because they can't figure out how to fit it in. Ok folks, if you can't fit it in and need two spots, either don't drive or get a smaller vehicle that you can handle.
Imagine watching this scene in the local grocery store.
Parking PC Enforcement: "I'm sorry ma'am, but you need to adjust your car as you've hurt the curbs feelings"
Shopper: "WTH? Feelings? When did curbs get damn feelings?"
PE: "They've always had feelings. We are just a more enlightened society and now recognize that. So please move the vehicle a bit."
Shopper: "Why? My feelings are now hurt by you asking me to adjust my truck/car for some stupid inanimate piece of concrete. So no, not gonna do it."
PE: "I'm not going to ask, you need to move this now."
Shopper: "No."
PE: "If you don't move it, you will be subject to either a fine or arrest."
Shopper: "Whatever. I have to get milk and stuff for dinner or I will have teenagers to deal with that are much scarier than you."
PE: (as the handcuffs come out) "You are now under arrest for violating, the current parking code number that is to be named, you have the right to remain silent..."
Shopper: "WTF? I'm going shopping. Now get the hell out of my way, and move the Segway or I'll tip it over."
See, you might as well just start building the jails now, with the special "curb offender" wing. As you know parking violators are the most violent and dangerous out there. Let them try to stop a tiny young lady in a big ass truck how to park. I want to see that.
But let me buy my popcorn and Pepsi first.
P.S. And by tiny young lady, I mean Shortie. As she wants a really big truck someday. I'm parking the Segway in the garage when she gets one.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Dear Douchebag, part 2
My Dearest Douchebag,
I just realized I left a few things out.
Did you know you can have a girlfriend without "being in love"? That every "relationship" has to include being "in love"?
But whatever, you did what you did, and there is no changing that.
I'm assuming I just wasn't good enough or you wouldn't have started something with someone else while going out with me. Talk about giving a girl a complex, you seem to be very good at that.
I hope she doesn't have kids, as that seems to be a sticking point with you. Or maybe she does and mine weren't good enough for you when they were younger. Other peoples little kids have seemed to be ok, but not mine.
Also, it really fucking sucked that I had talked to you 2 days before your facebook post about a change in relationship status and you didn't mention anything about it. Seeing that first thing when I fired up facebook really sucked, especially when I had asked you if anything was new for you. And all you told me about was your change in schedule at work and, of course, the drop in pay due to the routing. You could've warned me when I talked to you. Back to the lying to me, as I had asked what was new with you.
You know, karma is a bitch. And it does come back to you. Hopefully this time it won't cost you two houses.
Try being a real friend instead of a douchebag. You have been crowned the King of the Douchebags. Wear the crown with pride, since you seem to want it so badly.
There, venting probably done.
Michelle
I just realized I left a few things out.
Did you know you can have a girlfriend without "being in love"? That every "relationship" has to include being "in love"?
But whatever, you did what you did, and there is no changing that.
I'm assuming I just wasn't good enough or you wouldn't have started something with someone else while going out with me. Talk about giving a girl a complex, you seem to be very good at that.
I hope she doesn't have kids, as that seems to be a sticking point with you. Or maybe she does and mine weren't good enough for you when they were younger. Other peoples little kids have seemed to be ok, but not mine.
Also, it really fucking sucked that I had talked to you 2 days before your facebook post about a change in relationship status and you didn't mention anything about it. Seeing that first thing when I fired up facebook really sucked, especially when I had asked you if anything was new for you. And all you told me about was your change in schedule at work and, of course, the drop in pay due to the routing. You could've warned me when I talked to you. Back to the lying to me, as I had asked what was new with you.
You know, karma is a bitch. And it does come back to you. Hopefully this time it won't cost you two houses.
There, venting probably done.
Michelle
P.S. You might want to stop being an ass or you might lose even more friends.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Dear Douchebag...
My Dearest Douchebag,
For those of you who have been wondering what I have been ranting about for the last couple of weeks, this is what it is. For those of you whom I haven't talked to about it, I really don't want to have a discussion with you either, if I change my mind I'll let you know. No names will be given, but those that know me will know who I am talking about. And hopefully the db (douchebag) will read this, but I doubt it.
You my friend are a liar and cheater. We have been friends for 13 years now, of which we were friends for 6 years before the first time we ever went out. We've been through a lot of things, we've dealt with bad relationships and commiserated about said things. So why start lying to me now. I've never lied to you, and yet you choose to lie to me.
You said it was nothing but sex. But dear, you really need to look at it again. Fwb don't act like you did.
They don't take care of you when you are sick, or hold your hair when getting sick. They don't let you stay the night and if you do, usually don't make coffee for you.
They definitely don't have you come over in the middle of the night at the butt crack of dawn, they prefer not to have their sleep disturbed.
They don't let you sleep in because you worked into the wee hours of the morning, they'd prefer you'd just leave right away.
They don't come to your work just to visit when you are one break, let alone compliment you while there, telling you they love your hair a certain way and a certain color.
They don't watch you in the doorway while you get ready to go out.
They don't hold you when you watch a movie or tv on the couch.
They don't let you hang out while waiting to pick up your teenager when you have to go run errands.
They don't let you borrow your car when its in the shop. Nor do they trust your teenager to learn how to drive a stick in the truck you just put a new transmission into.
They don't lend you money to pay for driver's ed.
They don't say that they care when having a conversation about this same status question. If you really were a fwb you wouldn't care, let alone tell me you did.
They don't spend Christmas with you at their place.
Shall I go on? I could you know. But this is just a small summary of what you've been doing for the last 1 1/2 years. Not to mention what you did for the year we went out before that.
Does the new lady know that when your ex-wife would threaten divorce you'd try to get me to sleep with you? Did you notice that I wouldn't do that until the papers were filed? Does she know that you "don't do kids"? Which is one of the reasons why we didn't got out very long the first time, that and your now ex-wife came back into the picture.
Did she even know that we were still going out when you got together with her? I hope she does realize that you really aren't that faithful.
Why when I asked you if there was someone else when you dumped me right before Christmas you lied and said it was just you not wanting me to love you? You lied to me, but I've never lied to you. If you ever asked me anything, I always gave you a straight, honest answer.
You also told me I knew the anwer, but I didn't. I wanted you to tell me what the answer really was, and you didn't. You lied.
You once told me, that by asking for an answer that I was risking any future friendship with you. Yet you lied to me. How is that my risking our long friendship? Wouldn't your lies be risking it? Or do you just prefer to blame it one someone else?
I do know why your ex left you a post-it on your computer asking for a divorce. Smart lady, flakey yes, but smart. And did you notice that when Miss Flake asked for a divorce I didn't say I told you so. I was suprised she too that long due to her leaving you after patching things up for a few months.
Yes, I did tell you to grow a set of balls and be honest. But I guess that's impossible for you, the honesty that is. If you ever want to be honest with me, you know how to find me.
There all done. I think I covered everything, if not I came pretty close to it.
Michelle
P.S. Thanks to you I'm finally losing the weight I was trying to lose (the only really good thing to come of this).
P.P.S. For those of you I haven't talked to in person about it, please don't ask, and don't gossip behind my back about it either.
For those of you who have been wondering what I have been ranting about for the last couple of weeks, this is what it is. For those of you whom I haven't talked to about it, I really don't want to have a discussion with you either, if I change my mind I'll let you know. No names will be given, but those that know me will know who I am talking about. And hopefully the db (douchebag) will read this, but I doubt it.
You my friend are a liar and cheater. We have been friends for 13 years now, of which we were friends for 6 years before the first time we ever went out. We've been through a lot of things, we've dealt with bad relationships and commiserated about said things. So why start lying to me now. I've never lied to you, and yet you choose to lie to me.
You said it was nothing but sex. But dear, you really need to look at it again. Fwb don't act like you did.
They don't take care of you when you are sick, or hold your hair when getting sick. They don't let you stay the night and if you do, usually don't make coffee for you.
They definitely don't have you come over in the middle of the night at the butt crack of dawn, they prefer not to have their sleep disturbed.
They don't let you sleep in because you worked into the wee hours of the morning, they'd prefer you'd just leave right away.
They don't come to your work just to visit when you are one break, let alone compliment you while there, telling you they love your hair a certain way and a certain color.
They don't watch you in the doorway while you get ready to go out.
They don't hold you when you watch a movie or tv on the couch.
They don't let you hang out while waiting to pick up your teenager when you have to go run errands.
They don't let you borrow your car when its in the shop. Nor do they trust your teenager to learn how to drive a stick in the truck you just put a new transmission into.
They don't lend you money to pay for driver's ed.
They don't say that they care when having a conversation about this same status question. If you really were a fwb you wouldn't care, let alone tell me you did.
They don't spend Christmas with you at their place.
Shall I go on? I could you know. But this is just a small summary of what you've been doing for the last 1 1/2 years. Not to mention what you did for the year we went out before that.
Does the new lady know that when your ex-wife would threaten divorce you'd try to get me to sleep with you? Did you notice that I wouldn't do that until the papers were filed? Does she know that you "don't do kids"? Which is one of the reasons why we didn't got out very long the first time, that and your now ex-wife came back into the picture.
Did she even know that we were still going out when you got together with her? I hope she does realize that you really aren't that faithful.
Why when I asked you if there was someone else when you dumped me right before Christmas you lied and said it was just you not wanting me to love you? You lied to me, but I've never lied to you. If you ever asked me anything, I always gave you a straight, honest answer.
You also told me I knew the anwer, but I didn't. I wanted you to tell me what the answer really was, and you didn't. You lied.
You once told me, that by asking for an answer that I was risking any future friendship with you. Yet you lied to me. How is that my risking our long friendship? Wouldn't your lies be risking it? Or do you just prefer to blame it one someone else?
I do know why your ex left you a post-it on your computer asking for a divorce. Smart lady, flakey yes, but smart. And did you notice that when Miss Flake asked for a divorce I didn't say I told you so. I was suprised she too that long due to her leaving you after patching things up for a few months.
Yes, I did tell you to grow a set of balls and be honest. But I guess that's impossible for you, the honesty that is. If you ever want to be honest with me, you know how to find me.
There all done. I think I covered everything, if not I came pretty close to it.
Michelle
P.S. Thanks to you I'm finally losing the weight I was trying to lose (the only really good thing to come of this).
P.P.S. For those of you I haven't talked to in person about it, please don't ask, and don't gossip behind my back about it either.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
WTF requiring user names and passwords for you social sites to get a job or go to a college.
Ok, I wasn't going to rant today, but I read something in the news that just pisses me off to no end. Some employers and colleges are requiring your user name and passwords to social sites to either get a job or play on a sports team. WTF. Really? This is so against the first amendment right of free speech, not to mention an invasion of privacy. Now if she wanted to work for the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security or the White House, thats a different story. And they have people that can find that out anyway without her providing any of that info to them. Yes, sometimes Big Brother is important, but going to a Naturopathic College, really?
As a mom of a college bound high school senior, I find this extremely offensive. Who the hell cares what she posted as a high school student. I'm friends with her on fb and I haven't seen anything that should stop her from getting into the college of her choice, ok a few questionable pics, but they shouldn't stop her from doing what she wants to do in life.
Come on people, lets have some common sense. I think people have lost a lot of it along the way. Such as some of the rules for schools. I had to send a note for her to give to her teacher to keep so that she could have chapstick with her in class. What is next, banning moisturizing lipstick because it is a medicine? How about midol for girls going through puberty? I wouldn't want to be anywhere near a bunch of girls on their periods without this. Talk about taking your life into your own hands. They wouldn't take guns to school, but a pissed off girl with cramps can be deadly with a ballpoint pen. I get that somethings should be held in the nurses office or other designated place, but motrin? I had to take some to her during school when she was not feeling well and couldn't give her the bottle as she could only have one dose on her. But bless that nurse, she could take a dose while in the office and then with a note allowing her to have one with her from me she could have a dose in her purse. Thank God she didn't see me slip her the bag of cough drops that Shortie hid in the back of her pants under her sweatshirt. Seriously, cough drops? Oh yeah, those go for really high prices on the schools black market.
Jeez people. The sad part is, the nurses and teachers felt that alot of those rules were stupid and took common sense out of the equation. Shit, at least we didn't have those rules when I went to school as we were always sharing tylenol and midol with each other. And that was during the extra strengh tylenol poising problem, and yet we all survived.
Which brings me to another common sense issue. Lawn darts. Anyone remember them? We had them and survived, ok sometimes barely due to our own stupidity. But if we threw them at anyone we lost them, because our parents were allowed to parent us with common sense. We even threw knives at the neighbors house, although I'm not sure my parents knew about that one. But we survived. Now some changes are for the better, such as bike helmets. We didn't have them and survived for the most part, and they have been shown to save lives, so I'm ok with that one. But thats one of the few that I've found to be a good idea. Now I never wore knee pads when skating down our hill or any of the other hills in the neighborhood, and due to some really nasty falls resulting in road rash, I almost wish we had motorcycle leathers. But I survived with no permanent scars amazingly.
Lets bring back common sense, let parents be parents and be allowed to teach your kids common sense. Now there are a lot of parents whose kids I've encountered in the apartments I've lived in should be given a course in it. I absolutely don't understand these kids that when they see a car pull in just stand in the middle of the parking lot or when they move they move to your parking spot and just look at you like "how dare you want me to move so you can park". If we did that it ended up being a game of chicken and you know who always wins in that game, usually the kids because most adults didn't want to mess up their car with kid guts. My kids learned to stay the hell out of the way as most of the other residents didn't pay attention to the speed limits or if there were kids out there. And they didn't play outside without supervision of some sort if they were under 4. Oh yeah, nothing like a 2yo out where with a 5yo sibling supervising them. This is serious darwin awards waiting to happen.
There done now. Get your common sense back as I don't worry about kid guts on the car, that's what car washes were made for. Just kidding, sort of. I don't take my car to the car wash as I'm afraid if I remove the dirt it will fall apart, so no kid guts allowed, dirt yes guts no.
As a mom of a college bound high school senior, I find this extremely offensive. Who the hell cares what she posted as a high school student. I'm friends with her on fb and I haven't seen anything that should stop her from getting into the college of her choice, ok a few questionable pics, but they shouldn't stop her from doing what she wants to do in life.
Come on people, lets have some common sense. I think people have lost a lot of it along the way. Such as some of the rules for schools. I had to send a note for her to give to her teacher to keep so that she could have chapstick with her in class. What is next, banning moisturizing lipstick because it is a medicine? How about midol for girls going through puberty? I wouldn't want to be anywhere near a bunch of girls on their periods without this. Talk about taking your life into your own hands. They wouldn't take guns to school, but a pissed off girl with cramps can be deadly with a ballpoint pen. I get that somethings should be held in the nurses office or other designated place, but motrin? I had to take some to her during school when she was not feeling well and couldn't give her the bottle as she could only have one dose on her. But bless that nurse, she could take a dose while in the office and then with a note allowing her to have one with her from me she could have a dose in her purse. Thank God she didn't see me slip her the bag of cough drops that Shortie hid in the back of her pants under her sweatshirt. Seriously, cough drops? Oh yeah, those go for really high prices on the schools black market.
Jeez people. The sad part is, the nurses and teachers felt that alot of those rules were stupid and took common sense out of the equation. Shit, at least we didn't have those rules when I went to school as we were always sharing tylenol and midol with each other. And that was during the extra strengh tylenol poising problem, and yet we all survived.
Which brings me to another common sense issue. Lawn darts. Anyone remember them? We had them and survived, ok sometimes barely due to our own stupidity. But if we threw them at anyone we lost them, because our parents were allowed to parent us with common sense. We even threw knives at the neighbors house, although I'm not sure my parents knew about that one. But we survived. Now some changes are for the better, such as bike helmets. We didn't have them and survived for the most part, and they have been shown to save lives, so I'm ok with that one. But thats one of the few that I've found to be a good idea. Now I never wore knee pads when skating down our hill or any of the other hills in the neighborhood, and due to some really nasty falls resulting in road rash, I almost wish we had motorcycle leathers. But I survived with no permanent scars amazingly.
Lets bring back common sense, let parents be parents and be allowed to teach your kids common sense. Now there are a lot of parents whose kids I've encountered in the apartments I've lived in should be given a course in it. I absolutely don't understand these kids that when they see a car pull in just stand in the middle of the parking lot or when they move they move to your parking spot and just look at you like "how dare you want me to move so you can park". If we did that it ended up being a game of chicken and you know who always wins in that game, usually the kids because most adults didn't want to mess up their car with kid guts. My kids learned to stay the hell out of the way as most of the other residents didn't pay attention to the speed limits or if there were kids out there. And they didn't play outside without supervision of some sort if they were under 4. Oh yeah, nothing like a 2yo out where with a 5yo sibling supervising them. This is serious darwin awards waiting to happen.
There done now. Get your common sense back as I don't worry about kid guts on the car, that's what car washes were made for. Just kidding, sort of. I don't take my car to the car wash as I'm afraid if I remove the dirt it will fall apart, so no kid guts allowed, dirt yes guts no.
Monday, March 5, 2012
I need to stop f*#$ing swearing... or so Shortie says
The most entertaining thing you can do when you are tired with a migraine, is to take your teenage daughter to the store with you to get groceries. Still the same typical trip, but now you dread the "am I going to have to play Marco Polo" to find her (not fun with a headache, totally funny any other time). How much extra crap am I really gonna have to get right now, but feeling so crappy you just say ok just so you can leave. And then there is the "you never listen to what I'm asking you or give me answers". Because well, I'm going down one isle to get what we need and don't have a clue where you are headed nor am I paying any attention to your location either. But my favorite thing tonight was the comment she made while standing in line to check out. "Look, they have new f*#$ing yogurt pretzels. I'm really need to f*#$ing stop swearing."
Makes a mom proud. But seriously, she's a good kid and knows what she wants out of life, so who can ask for more? And some of the stuff she comes up with is the most hilarious things I've heard.
Just don't piss her off on the road. OMG. Its a really good thing she wasn't with me while I was headed to go get her and her friend at the mall. Lets see.... Freeway 60+mph, check. Person in lane to the left of me with left blinker on, check. Said idiot to the left moves into the lane to the right so they can then move to the left lane, priceless. There are days I wish I drove a tank. Will someone please tell me when they changed the way you are supposed to change lanes? Are you now supposed to go into the opposite lane you want so that you can get a run at the one you really want? Really? WTF people. Give a girl a break, or give me a tank and a Jetsons ray gun that will make you disappear off the road. If she'd been driving, the car would've been fine but the headache would've been worse. She really is an amazing driver.
And on that, I'm calling it a night. Finding all the open windows, turning on the heat, and try to sleep.
Makes a mom proud. But seriously, she's a good kid and knows what she wants out of life, so who can ask for more? And some of the stuff she comes up with is the most hilarious things I've heard.
Just don't piss her off on the road. OMG. Its a really good thing she wasn't with me while I was headed to go get her and her friend at the mall. Lets see.... Freeway 60+mph, check. Person in lane to the left of me with left blinker on, check. Said idiot to the left moves into the lane to the right so they can then move to the left lane, priceless. There are days I wish I drove a tank. Will someone please tell me when they changed the way you are supposed to change lanes? Are you now supposed to go into the opposite lane you want so that you can get a run at the one you really want? Really? WTF people. Give a girl a break, or give me a tank and a Jetsons ray gun that will make you disappear off the road. If she'd been driving, the car would've been fine but the headache would've been worse. She really is an amazing driver.
And on that, I'm calling it a night. Finding all the open windows, turning on the heat, and try to sleep.
This is what happens when you can't sleep after work...
Its been an interesting weekend at work to say the least. New carpet, no sleep, really cool customers from Croatia, and did I mention no sleep? Coming home to lit candles in the kitchen window. Did I mention no sleep yet? Migraine started. Its gonna be a wonderful couple of days off I can tell already.
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