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Saturday, December 09, 2006
Don't tell me it's ONLY two hours
Unless you are the one who will fly the fucking plane. I remember when people used to care about people instead of what "the computer" will let them do. When I show up for my flight 5 minutes beyond the computer cutoff for bags, with a car seat, 2 bags and a child, pick up
the fucking phone and ASK someone if there is still time to get bags on. I was leaving the airport before the fucking plane did. We so could have made it. Don't stick me on a flight 3 hours later with a 4 year old in tow, because if shit can happen it will. And THAT flight will be delayed 2 more hours (and counting) and I will miss my connection and possibly not even get to spend 24 hours in my destination. With my husband who is gone for a month. Fuck you, D3LTA!!! And you can shove your two hours up your ass!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Insulted?
Him: No, that's for people who buy toys in the store to donate.
Me: What does it matter, it's all going to the same organization. I have new toys at home I'd like to bring in.
Him: Ummm it's an organization for really poor kids. They don't want people's used, beat up toys.
Me: I have new toys.
Him: Are they still in their box, unopened?
Me: Yes, they are NEW.
Him: (very low voice- I think he said it was okay or something)
At this point, he was done with the groceries and I just walked to my door without a thanks or have a good night. Should I feel insulted? I really feel this guy was just an idiot. Ugh!
Yes, I am MAD AT YOU!!!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
hazard lights are NOT for make-up & cellphone usage
I was expecting to see an old lady with a flat tire, or a woman in labor on the way to the hospital, maybe some lumber sticking out the back window of your SUV. But NO, you were sitting in the middle of the two seats, holding your eyelid with one hand, putting eye-liner on with the other, while trying to talk & hold the cell phone with your sholder. Hazard/flasher lights are for emergencies, not make-up. If you cannot get out of bed 3 minutes earlier, you don't deserve a drivers license.
Sincerely,
Annoyed
Saturday, November 18, 2006
WTF was I thinking???
Driving across the country with a 1 year old....
Not my smartest move ever.
Two more hours to go tonight. About six tomorrow.
Oh joy!
I wonder what Brown can do for me? Do you think they run toddler specials?
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Car seats!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Well, I DON'T Thank You, Then.
Also, when I ask you "What Floor?" you can answer me. Really, I've known my numbers to 12 since I was 2 years old. You do not have to swipe your own badge and press your own button, practically stepping on my foot to do so.
Is it because you have little man syndrome? Or a very small dick? Maybe both. Oh well, in that case, I'm sorry. Have a nice day.
From the Traffic Files
It is NOT called the Slam On Your Brakes and Come to a Complete Stop and Pray for a Decent Opening So You Can Drive lane. There is alot of road there in that lane.
Fucking USE it!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
3 guys steal 1 truck
If you break into the lock box, find 4 sets of keys for the 4 trucks parked next to the box, why would you steal 1 truck???? 3 guys could steal, at least, 2 trucks. if it takes one dumb guy to drive the get away car, why didn't the other 2 dumb guys each take a truck???? Dump the POS get away car & take 3 new trucks?
Now, dumb ass holes, I have to come to the office at 2am to transfer keys to the guy that really needs the truck. Since, of course, I can't leave the keys in the lock box anymore!
Friday, November 03, 2006
Repeat after me...
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
traffic
WTF is going on? Is driving in the dark THAT much different?
Before time change: 15 min commute.
Tonight: 40 min and counting.
No wrecks.
WTF
Friday, October 27, 2006
Family issues and forgiveness
This is a family issue that has been going on for us almost a year, but the daughter's birthday party is tomorrow and we, of course, were not invited. Hurts, you know. She is my niece and my children have never even met her - sucks!
You know what else irritates me about that is that the rest of the family will go and not even ask where we are. Are they afraid similar could happen to them or simply don't care? I sure hope the former.
Ok, so dh said we will not contact them. Screw it. I sent them an email. May not read it but I sent it. Titled: forgiveness:
Col 3:12-13 (Jer) You are God's chosen race, his saints; he loves you, and you should be clothed in sincere compassion, in kindness and humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with one another; forgive each other as soon as a quarrel begins. The Lord has forgiven you; now you must do the same.
Eph 4:31-32 (Phi) Let there be no more bitter resentment or anger, no more shouting or slander, and let there be no bad feeling of any kind among you. Be kind to each other, be compassionate. Be as ready to forgive others as God for Christ's sake has forgiven you.
May not help but can't get worse!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
People with "Power"
My out was easy. I just changed where I went to church, since I wasn't attached to the place anyway. Unfortunately for my other friends, there is a level of attachment and the decision to leave is not so easy.
Why can't adults just leave the kids out of it? WTF???
Monday, October 23, 2006
Monday
And there is no one hanging out on my Mom's board to talk to. WTF is up with that?
Thursday, October 19, 2006
What the F*ck?
I *always* say I'm sorry. In one situation, even though I'm not the one who started it, I'm the one who said I was sorry. NO F&cking response.
Do people not care about their words or actions anymore? Has our society lost all sense of personal responsibility? Owning up to our own actions? WTF???
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Where does time go?
Friday, October 06, 2006
GROSS
Dear Lady Behind Me in Traffic,
Please, for the love of all that is holy, chew your gum with your mouth CLOSED.
Thank you. That is all.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Okay--fine!
I just loved coming into work this morning to an email from our marketing director stating that my boss had volunteered me for a project for her. I work three days a week for three lawyers. You'd think everyone would realize I have enough to do already. My boss's response to my complaint? Well, it's not that hard, and I really need someone competent to do it. So he compliments me to make me feel better about it. Grrr!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Blog Authors - WTF?
(hehehe)
Thursday, September 21, 2006
figure it out your *fucking* self!!!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Dear Elevator Guy
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Freaking ladies who don't know what the hell they are talking about!!!
Thanks for listening
Monday, September 11, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
I have no idea what to call this, but
I work with a woman who once had a tracheotomy, so she has to take lots of deep breaths, especially when she's talking (a little bit like Darth Vader, according to a mean lawyer who doesn't work here anymore). Very sad. This apparently also gives her very bad breath. All sympathy, I am, but it's all completely discounted by one fact: She's a know-it-all and really, really likes to hear herself talk. She's recently started working with the paralegal who works on a lot of our cases, so she's gettin' in my bi'ness, KWIM? Not in a way that I can actually confront her about, just in a way that really bugs me (okay, yes, I'm territorial and like to do things my way--hmm, who's the bitch?).
Anyway, we have aisles all around our "desks" (cubicles really), and there is an express rule about not walking behind the desks, only in front. For some reason, she keeps traipsing behind me this week, and she's just not quiet, you know? And she always has to make some comment that bugs me, nothing obvious, could be as innocuous as "How are you doing?" But I can't stand it. I should just tell her to stop, but I want to keep the peace and, I guess, continue to boil inside.
I feel mean, but What the F*ck.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Tattle-tails
Tattle-tail # 2 - if you cannot confirm I have neglected to do something & have not asked if I did it - don't tattle to the dept manager. I already performed the task, I just didn't tell you because you were not directly involved & you are always "drowning in work". I knew you did not need to know. Why are you always drowning? You don't mind your own business & tattle on me for something that I had already done.
Two tattles before 10am. hugh!
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Please Stop
Dear women who are not in college anymore,
Please stop dressing as if you were. Really. I mean it. Especially
you with the daisy duke shorts and the camo cami. Yuck.
Traffic Cops
WTF are you doing just watching the traffic instead of directing it?
I'm going to miss Pregame now. Fuckers.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Hmmm, my child or my job???
Have a good labor day holiday!
Kim
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Your cell phone makes a better door than a window
What the F*ck is wrong with people?
Monday, August 28, 2006
Dear Interstate Assholes
I was carrying a box of beautiful ceramic treasures that my son made for me to work this morning in my van. Because you slammed on your brakes, I had to slam mine, and the box went flying. You are lucky that I had carefully wrapped each item before I packed them and that none of them are broken.
I hope you get bugs on your windshield.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Office Bathroom Etiquette Lesson #2
Are people like this in their own homes? Well, it might have been the force of the flush, splashing some drops onto the seat. Yes, it could have been. Except the drops were YELLOW!
Is it really THAT hard?
I came in this morning to a lovely present on my chair. Yesterday, I had a very stressful time trying to find a crane company that would deal with us (that is another story, for another rant). Once I finally got them to agree to certain terms, I had to send them a copy of a certified cheque before they would book the job. This morning, I came into my office and found the rejected fax sitting on my chair. It never went through, meaning I didn't get my crane for today. The time stamp is TWO hours before I went home. The transmission error sat on the fax machine for that long. How hard is it to walk it the 50 feet down the hall and bring it to my attention?!? Especially when everyone in the freakin' place knew how hard of a time I was having and knew how important this fax was. And, to top it all off, the original is sitting in plain site on my desk (Its VERY, VERY obvious). When you finally decide (sometime after I've left obviously) to bring down the transmission error and put it on my chair, is it too much to ask that you try and send the original again?!? What the hell is wrong with the people around here? Am I the only one who thinks this way? Argh. Ack. AAAAH. So, I yelled. Granted, no one was here to hear me, but it made me feel better.
This is just an example of what my week has been like. I can only imagine what today is going to bring. I may be hoarse by Friday.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
WTF - Keeping "Dates"
Monday, August 21, 2006
This can't be good.
UPDATE: power, phone, and cable TV are back. Internet is not - we blew up a jack. Phone company will come out tomorrow.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Are you really that f**king lazy???
Then there is another one here...she has talked, talked, and talked about this eye surgery she's having to anyone and everyone that will listen. Me and another coworker are about to go insane hearing about it. I'm just in a mood today and I just want to beat the shit out of someone, anyone! I'm usually not a violent person, but today I'm ready for a fight! Come on 4:30 - get me the hell out of here!
Okay, I feel a bit better now!
What the hell do you think is the matter with me?
I am stressed, he knows I am stressed (yes, I flat out told him, I didn't make him guess). So this morning, while trying to get my work done with a tired, screaming 3 yr old who wanted to play on my computer while I worked I was stressed so more.
We also gave up our cleaning lady because he said it was costing too much so now I have to work and clean this mess. SO, after finishing typing a manuscript (with the screaming 3 yr old hanging on my legs, I decide to tackle cleaning the upstairs bathrooms before I do some more work. The screaming 3yr old wants to help. I gladly let her. She wants her towel wetter than what it is. I say no, she wets it anyway and gets my entire clean bathroom floor soaking wet. I yell, she screams. The whole time, dh is standing at my copy machine in my office using my paper...........asking what the heck is the matter with me?
What the F_ ck do you think is the matter with me? Do you have eyes, ears??????????
He gets to leave now for work and I get all this..................................
Thursday, August 17, 2006
AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE SPRINT!!!!!!
Every month for the last 4 months or so i have had to call the to fix some insane over charges on my bill.
My purse was stolen the middle of July and the ass that stole it decided to be even more of an ass and download 67 ringers for 174.50, 24 music's for 60.00 and was charged 107.00 for internet usage. AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
I called and reported my phone stolen and am still getting charged for this crap. I am on hold with them now, and this stupid guy I am talking to was like "well i will see if we can get a bit of this refunded to you" YEAH FREAKIN RIGHT! I BIT . . . i told them there was no way i was paying for ANY of this and he might as well put me through to a supervisor now . . .
GOOD GREIF . . ..
Lizzy
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
An Ode to Speed - in Letter Form
The speed limit is 70. Go it, or get the hell out of my way. I have kids to get home to, and a husband who was cooking me dinner. Stop wasting my time.
That is all.
Car Repair
WHAT?!?!?! FRIDAY??? So I'll be without the car for another week, which is a huge pain in the butt because I work during the day and go to school at night. And DH needs the car during the day because he travels for work. Not to mention picking up the kids at daycare etc.
So I call DH to tell him this and he says this is probably for the better because it is getting us ready to get the kids ready in the morning because school starts in a couple weeks. Yeah, better for him, HE HAS A CAR!
Deep breath in, deep breath out, ok I feel a little bit better now. Sorry for the book.
Traci
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Office Bathroom Etiquette Lesson #1
So I'm in the stall, my tummy is feeling better, but a few more bubbles are rumblin' in there, so I stayed in the stall. 2 other ladies come in. I try to hold the bubbles, but one excapes. LOUD - you know how it is, the more you try to hold it in, the louder the fart gets. So, the other 2 wash their hands, and STAY to chat. Another bubble - PPPSSSSTTT! They are still talking at the sink. Did they hear it, pretending not to? Get the Fuck out of the bathroom so I can take a crap in peace!
Office Bathroom Etiqutte Lesson #1:
If you can tell someone in the next stall is having tummy issues, do your business & get the hell out of the bathroom. Chat in the hall or somewhere else. I don't want you to listen to me take a shit in a public bathroom.
Open Letter
Dear lady at Racetrack gas station,
You are easily over 250 pounds. Please do not wear those white stretch pants again. You might want to learn the phrase "just because they zip, does not mean they fit.". Also, mirrors can be used for good.
Monday, August 14, 2006
I can tell time, can you?
The scene: LaMoron has offered to do a favour for a co-worker. You may remember LaMoron as the star of The Great Filing Disaster. From now on we will refer to her as MissionControl because, to be frank, that's what everyone calls her here and I'm too lazy to keep up with the LaMoron bit. So MissionControl offers to drive her co-worker to pick up her car at the mechanic. Trouble is, she needs directions on how to get there. Instead of asking her co-worker (and look like an idiot I guess) she asks her mother who, as it happens, also works here. Why is this, you may ask. Well, she needs special directions so that she doesn't have to make ANY left hand turns. Because she can't. HUH???
At this point, I am alternating between laughing so hard that I think I'll pee myself and wanting to vomit at the idea that she has a drivers license. Why, oh WHY would you let everyone hear this? Because now everyone in the office knows. Why not just mention it to your passenger when you're alone and try and come up with a solution. She needs a 10 second delay for when she talks so that someone can beep out all the stupidity.
I've come to learn that she can make left had turns, she just doesn't feel comfortable. Its clearly because she has no judgement about what is 'safe'. Case in point: I'M drving to work one morning when someone turns left in front of me and I came thisclose to hitting them. Guess who? Its not so funny when you're the one involved, but at the same time..................
I wish you could all meet her. Then we could all point and laugh.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Stupid Drivers
'Look, rode kill' is all I can think of when they breeze by me at 100mph or worse playing cat and mouse among the cars.
Should I even start with the way people drive in the horrid downpour that hit us? I thought not, you all know, you all have seen.
I am also, rather perterbed at the state trooper buzzing up behind me and the car behind me, flashing his you did something wrong lights, then speeding by, turns off his lights until he gets up to the next group... oh, that is such an abusive of power and a stupid driver issue.....
I am tired, home safely, not thanks to any of the nuts on the rode today!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Your forgot my birthday, you are an ass
Men . . .. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
They came out for a visit in june and my FIL asks joshua, "so, would you hate me if I left your mother?" Now, what freakin' kind of question is that to ask your son! I mean, come on!
Yeah, so he was thinking about leaving her. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!! We had to act as if nothing was said, because inside we were praying he was just having a "moment" and it would pass . . . we it didnt.
he left her last sat. His reasoning . . . (well, some of them) she is not an 18 year old cheerleader anymore ( she looks great by the way) she is not as "hip" as he thinks she needs to be. He is in the music business in Nashville. He is turning 50 this year, and doesnt think he can "keep up with the jones' " gggggggggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
i mean, there is more to the story, yes, however, she is the sweetest, most supportiave, down home wife i know. she has stuck by him through all his little "ideas" and never batted an eyelash "whatever makes him happy"
now, she says, "i'm fine, dont worry about me, just pray for your dad" still putting him before herself!!!!
he makes me so damn mad. he seems to think that everything will still be the same when we move back to TN. well no it wont. he says, well, i can live @ the studio, she can live at the apartment, and we can all still get together for family things. well, it is not going to be that easy! . . .
ok there is so much more, but my hand hurts . . . maybe i can write more later!
Lizzy
WTF do you mean, "am I pregnant"?
I am battling some stomach troubles, so, yes, I'm feeling a bit bloated these days, but I honestly don't think I look pregnant. And to top it off, I saw her today in the elevator, and I asked her if I still looked pregnant with different clothes. . . and she said YES! Arrggh! And this was in front of my boss to boot.
I mean, I never, ever ask that question, not even if it is completely obvious.
Grr!
Itty-Bitty Paper Towel Pieces
Thanks for providing this forum, Kay! I feel better already.
Life Lessons at Work
In case you're like me, and its new to you, I'll explain: The alphabet is made up of 25 unique letters. Each letter is a different symbol and is each an important part of a writing system. And its not just the letters, but their placement that's important. They have to go in a very specific order in order for it to be right.
I'll teach it to you: A B C D E F I G J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
All I can say is that I'm glad that I learned this lesson now. Since O is just learning about the alphabet I'd hate for him to learn the wrong way like I so obviously did.
Someone, who we will refer to as laMoron, decided to re-do the labels in my filing cabinet. There are four sections, all of which are alphabetical. They were ALL like this. I'd like to say its because she's illiterate, but alas, she's just dumb.
Ah, I feel better.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
My uterus...your appendix
My uterus and cervix are what helped bring my beautiful children into this world. They have been the bane of my exsistence since I started having my period. They have caused me massive amounts of pain, they have caused me all kinds of sickness, but they are mine and they are what makes me feel female.
Having them taken out of my body is not an easy experience for me. It is emotional, it is worrisome, and it is out of my control. My female parts are causing me more pain and sickness than they ever have before and it is time for them to move out.
However, you telling me that my operation is "nothing" and that I will be back on my feet in two to three days is assinine. Telling me that I will not need to take any pain pills because I am stronger than that, telling me that they only tell you to take it easy for 4-6 weeks is their way of protecting themselves from a lawsuit, TELLING me that only women who are lazy will utilize that recovery period, is fucked up. Looking at me down your nose and telling me that I should be thankful I won't have periods anymore, telling me I should be thankful that I will no longer have pain, telling me that I should be thankful I won't have to worry about cancer is your way of dismissing my feelings on what is about to happen to me.
Your appendix removal is not the same as having a hysterectomy. I want you to get that through your head. Your organ was a useless piece of flesh. Mine brings life into this world. There is a difference.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
WTF is wrong with Civil Engineers?
At least at the exit where my office is, the people know the routine to stick to the left side, leaving enough room on the right shoulder to form the other lane. However, it seems there is always one f&cking numbskull who will sit in their Lincoln Towncar directly in the CENTER and muck things up.
Seriously - two directions. Two lanes. It really IS that simple.
Welcome
The answer is ALOT.
I will discuss more at a future date. Feel free to do the same.