Thursday, November 15, 2012
Bra Wars
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Job Perks
You know, I specifically didn't have kids so I wouldn't have to clean up another persons shit.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I don't know why you thought screaming would help
Naturally.
I'm sure you don't have any other pent up issues that need working out lady.
It's alllll us.
But thank you for screaming and asking for my name and TELLING ME STRAIGHT TO MY FACE that you will be calling the corporate office to get me in trouble.
You are a great person. I'm so glad there were 2 other supervisors and a pharmacist that witnessed your temper tantrum so I sincerely doubt I'll be in trouble.
Really, I applaud the effort you are willing to put into getting a total stranger into trouble because you could not scream your way into getting what you want and certainly were not entitled to.***
***To be clear, something she brought up was not marked as a clearance item, she dragged me to the home location, screaming that we had incompetent workers, and IT WAS THE LAW that we give it to her, and when we got over there, there was no clearance sign anywhere near the other 10 same items on the shelf. At which point I thought, hey, she might feel stupid, so in my approaching a dog that clearly has rabies voice, I said "Sometimes people put things in the wrong spot and I'm sorry it's confusing...." TO WHICH she whipped around and
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Hippie Hypocrite
Anger Management
Sunday, January 8, 2012
New Apartment-Empty
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| Lovely counter |
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| Bright living room that was immediately covered with curtains. |
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| See how bright? How could we watch tv? |
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| The living room has a door, that never closes, but am oddly delighted to have. |
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| Amazing raging river behind the house. |
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| Laundry! In the basement! That only I use! |
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| Lots of doors, going to the backyard.... |
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| Not my bedroom. |
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| My bedroom. No radiator, thank goodness. |
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| Kitchen nook. |
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| Backyard, that we have sat in once. |
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Obsessive Compulsive
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Suck It Sunday
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Think Twice
I don't know what possessed that sales lady to put her hand in my hair so she could tell me it was nice, but after her arm heals she'll think twice before doing THAT again.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Dreams of dangling pitt bulls danced in my head
So right this second, right this very moment, at 6:58 am on August 30th, I awoke from a dream where I had a pitt bull dangling from my elbow. That I was carrying around and asking who it belonged to.
From what I can remember as the dream is now fading, I was outside at some sort of market when this lady walking a light brown pitt bull said 'Oh god! Someone new! Hide her!' To which I immediately climbed a series of pipes (at an outdoor market no less!) and wrapped my arms and legs around those pipes like I was starring in a Mission Impossible movie. *For the record that particular move would be Mission Impossible since I barely have the upper body strength to pick up my cat since he's gotten so chubby.
So there I am dangling from pipes in an outdoor market when suddenly I turn and I am face to face with the light brown pitt bull. There are suddenly steps made of bales of hay under the pipes I am dangling from in the outdoor market. The dog looks nice and I think 'Awww, why was I dangli....' when the little fucker reaches out and latches onto my elbow.
NEXT THING YA KNOW, we are in what appears to be a fancy restaurant. The dog now dangling from my elbow isn't aggressive, Hell, it's not even heavy. I keep walking through asking EVERYONE if this is their dog and they all keep turning away. Finally I went up to some girl and said 'JUST YANK IT OFF!! I DON'T CARE IF IT TAKES THE WHOLE ELBOW!'
She had to yank really hard and when she finally got the dangler off, my elbow had teeth marks all around it and I was bleeding! Badly! All I had in my purse was a receipt and I asked a waiter for a napkin and he yelled " AREN'T YOU GOING TO BUY ANYTHING FIRST?!?!"
Then I woke up to pee. The end. Well, I'm going to call my therapist, so certainly not the end of THIS little story.













