It's That Time Again

Furious driving, animalistic shopping, screaming, shoving, hitting, fighting. Nightmares of old lady's armed with shopping carts and big purses torture my dreams of what should be fun holiday shopping.

Fruitcake drivers in SUVs (or really anything larger than my Mini lol) haunt my trek to and from work. What is it about this supposedly joyous time of year that brings out such vicious sides of people? With 33 more days until Christmas I have now become the most devout online shopper of anyone I know.

While people will be up and out in the cold before the sun, I will be snuggled up in a blanket on my couch with a cup of steamy caffeinated goodness and my laptop before braving the roads to work. While they run frantically down isle after isle ready to pounce on anyone/anything that may hinder their ravenous shopping I simply point my mouse and become one click closer to my final Christmas purchase.

The very idea of "Black Friday" sends shivers down my spine, a childhood memory of being practically run down by an old lady pushing a shopping cart. My mother had to fight the old woman back so I could get my foot out from under her cart. I was scarred for life and as result have not been out to shop on a black Friday since I was 6 years of age.

Black Friday will be my day to safely hide behind my desk at work and hope beyond hope that anyone who calls or comes in may be either naturally happy or on Prozac :0) Just another year I wish people would truly come to see what the real meaning and purpose of these holidays are.

Here's to another season of people who already have more than they need, fighting over what they want, when there are so many who can barely survive. Certainly makes me feel selfish and more privileged that I could ever deserve. *sigh* It's that time again. Pass the Advil - please!

Because This Is America That's Why

I had this spanish gentleman call into my office today. He was rude, and very ignorant because I informed him I do not speak spanish. He wanted to know "WHY YOU NOT SPEAK SPANISH." Rather than reply (because every fiber of my being wanted to shout, "BECAUSE THIS IS AMERICA THAT'S WHY!!) I just changed the subject towards how I could help him. However, he refused to get off the subject of why I do not cater to him and "his people" by learning their language. (at this point its running through my mind how "why would you want me to learn your language, then you would lose out on the fun you and your people have insulting Americans in your language so we don't understand! not to mention they don't speak English in "their country" for American who visit, the Americans have to learn spanish") I was losing patience (of course he did not know that) I remained jovial and polite and simply stated that I was again sorry but I do not speak spanish and perhaps he could call back with an interpreter? He was a tad ticked off at that statement, but ya know what! When I moved here, I had to start speaking English 24/7, I had to relearn how to spell alot of words because I spelled in french but guess what, my parents decided we were moving here and so I learned what was required of me, the country did not cater to me so I don't feel the need to cater to people too lazy to learn English. Sorry! Is that spiteful? I don't think so, ARG!! I digress, this was my, "I'm sick and still at work cuz I'm disgustingly loyal and wonder why I even got out of bed because of people like HIM," rant for the day, I'll retire my soap box and return to my vegitative state.

The Hostile Take Over

They are everywhere... I can't get away! At my every turn there THEY are sizing me up, contemplating my next move, and then.... AAAAAHHHHH at least a half of a dozen lady bugs fall on me, my desk, EVERYWHERE from the ceilling/light fixtures. as if I didn't have enough of them on my desk, my computer, phone and every other surface now they were planning air attacks! I am one of THOSE girls who can handle dirt, I own horses so there are the not so pretty spects of clean up there, but bugs... ya I can't handle bugs of any variety. I caught a lady bug crawling on my hand and had to stifle an involuntary squeek. I DO NOT LIKE BUGS. Funny when you consider how many are around in a horse barn, but I none the less am just terrified of bugs, even butter flies kind of creep me out - sure their wings are pretty but look closely at what those wings are attached too!!! needless to say I, am ready for another attack from the lady bugs and I will happily escort them outside! I still have to figure out where on earth they are coming from. They're cute so long as they don't TOUCH me, so I'll turn them lose so insecticide or anything but still they better not be getting anymore fall on Penelope ideas or I might have to break out the big guns!!

Road Rage... is...... fun?

Ok, i drive fast. I admit, I LOVE to speed around in my "street legal go-cart" as my Mini has come to be known. however, fast does not = rage infused road hazard. I speed yes, I do not tail gate, swirve at people, brake check, or whatever else crazy road rage peopl do. BUT!! This weekend, I had enough a a stupid college aged jerk who found it fun to go 15 miles under the speed limit in the fast lane (moving road block basically) so no on could pass anywhere and break check anyone who dared get close or flick lights at him. Well he tried brake checking me (twice) as he had several other vehicles only sad for him I was never close enough for it to affect me in anyway :0) (i flicked my lights at him once for about 2seconds so he braked hard). Lol, so I finally get around him and he put his high beams on behind me and left them on. I touched my brake peddle only enough for the lights to flash and then continued on my merry way, well Mr. Jerk came barrelling up behind me in response to my light flash I guess thinking he would intimidated me... Asshole in Lexus - meet rear end of Mini!!! I slammed my breaks on and went from 60 to 30 and HE went into the grassy median. hehehe. I know I shouldn't find it funny, and I really am NOT an aggressive driver, on the contrary I like speed, but I am usually the car who always tries to get out of the way and mind my business. I guess jerks like Mr. Lexus can get to anyone after a while. It still brings me a smile to think he probably had to completely scour his undercarriage to get rid of the mudd, leaves, grass, etc that lives in our medians. hehe hopefully he won't mess with anyone anymore, especially mini coopers :0) I don't think I'll be making a habit of being a jerk back to the crazy drivers, but just this once.... It was hilarious!

Drama, Drama, Drama

I thought that mess died off as we get older. My boss as pure evidence... it does not. He was on his cell phone for at least 80% of the day going back and forth on a "he said, she said" rant from a comment made at a party he went to this weekend. Someone said something negative about someone else (imagine that) and he didn't like it and felt compelled to announce that to any within earshot. (apparently the need to do so carried over into today and whomever happened to be on the other end of the cell phone)

Amidst his heated rants and ravings I was swamped, over-loaded, chained to my desk and about to pull my hair out from the stress and insane amount of work piling up around me. You see we are a small agency. Consisting of two agents. Owner and personal slave/only other agent (that would be me).

While being a small agency can be nice and personable (the secretaries are great! and we're all like family), it can also be a tad hair raising when things get hectic and I'm the only one on track to get things done. *sigh* slaving my way up the corporate ladder amidst the drama and turmoil.

Left Lane Closed - OOPS

It have now been 9 months since they began the road construction between my house and my place of employment. 9 months... Of every day stop and go, cut throat traffic that makes my drive to work over an hour long. I admit I do get frustrated with other drivers at times, but I don't get aggressive or flick people off I usually just try to stay away from "the crazies." This morning I got in line like everyone else to wait our turn to drive 2 miles an hour on a one lane highway during rush hour. We get to a certain point and all the road signs say "Left Lane Closed" so of course everyone obediently merges to the right lane. we go all of maybe 30 feet and everyone is moving the to left lane... A little befuddled I hesitate to move at first to get a look at what's going on. Ya, one of our rocket scientist road workers put out the wrong signs and it was the right lane that was to be closed and a car drove right into one of the holes but into the road because the right lane wasn't blocked off. *shudder* I would hate to be the guy(s) who blocked off the wrong side of the road and put out the wrong signs when the guy in the beemer gets through with them. He was FURIOUSLY jumping up and down and screaming about his car int he middle of a cement crater. While I would be angry too, he must have been going pretty fast not to see the gaping 10 foot hole in the middle of his lane. At least no one got hurt! I have to admit I did chuckle at the sight of a BMW's rear end sticking out of a hole in the road and some irate guy flapping around like a chicken. What a mess. I wonder if they will teach our road construction guys the old L shaped adage that helps you decipher right from left? Talk about an OOPS!

Is It Just Me

OK, here's another horse horror story (I rescinded on the other horse) the second horse (not mine selling for someone else) I sell the horse and it's agreed verbally that the price is $3000. so Saturday they give me what is supposed to be the final payment and they are $500 short. (not only that when initially taking the horse they wanted a 2 week trial, I agreed, then they didn't want it they were certain she was "the horse" until I get the horse there and then they change their minds and again want the 2 week trial and I had already set up for that weekend another person to look at the horse) I call to ask what's up and the woman has some excuse and then "has to call me right back" ya so it's now Wednesday she didn't call me back, and didn't answer my call. I am so @#%$^&$ SICK of fighting for what is rightfully mine! WTF!! why is it that I go out of my way to help people and they screw me over right and left! I trailered the horse almost an hour away for these people for not so much as even gas money, I GAVE them her winter blanket and her bridle (because they know absolutely nothing and wouldn't know how to measure for that stuff) I have told them everything they need to know about basic care, and THIS is how they treat me! I am just SICK TO DEATH of the BS! So tonight I will stop by the barn where they have the horse, leave her papers, tell them to find someone else to teach their daughter, pick up my tack that I have allowed them to use (since they didnt have their own yet) and wish them luck. (part of me wants to storm in their and say "what the hell I'm an independently wealth college student going through a divorce but hey I'm sure you totally need the money more than me you know to pay for your Cadillac or your jag!") but I won't I'll just walk away screwed over yet again. *sigh* sometimes I just get so discouraged. I try so hard to do what is right and be kind and helpful and I just always seem to get taken advantage of for it... *tears*

That Fuzzy Feeling

And I don't mean the warm fuzzy feeling you get from helping other people (who appreciate it) I mean that not-all-here, cold pill, fuzzy-balloon head feeling... Ya, I've got. Can't think straight, can't spell, can't remember stuff. I was sitting in class last night and I understood everything perfectly clear like mud, but this morning... I have no idea what went on in class last night. I had to try to go back, review notes, review archived stuff. I haven't the slightest. Being a work-aholic and a school fiend is great... until you get sick and then there is not time for it and I can't seem to shake this mess. I have a combination of the flu and strep throat not to mention staph is running rampant in our area right now with children (guess who volunteered to play a part in a charity play for you guessed it 150 little girls - ya me) So it's been 6 days and I seem to be getting worse, mt doctor finally took pity on me and will see me this afternoon, and my boss sympathetic though he is, is a heart beat away from asking me to wear a mask because I am a walking incubator for "the funk" (as I have so lovingly come to call it). I need sleep, I need antibiotics, I need a kick in the ars so I pull myself together and get on with it! You know I actually apologized Monday morning when I called out, I actually laughed after the conversation because I was not even able to get up without getting sick and I actually apologized for not toughing it out and getting to work. (I was also running 103 fever) Lol, I was dressed and ready for work tho! What I wouldn't give right now for a hot bath and a throat lozenge.

Ya, they make pills for that now

Angry at your ex - there's a pill for that it's call Prozac

Sad because you're having a rough time or lost a loved on - try Zoloft

Can't sleep from a guilty conscience - Ambien to the rescue!

Just sick of the bs and want to tell people off? try this:

Penelope the Heffer

It's positively official. I am being sold, with the agency. Like a side of beef, like an unsuspecting dairy cow. I am trying to look at it as a possibly brighter future with a bigger chance of earning what I'm worth... but somehow this little voice (moo) in the back of my mind keeps telling me to be cautious. I have so many fears about being "sold" with the agency, but so many hopes.

While feeling like a piece of livestock isn't the greatest feeling in the world, with a new owner and new standards this agency may really be going somewhere. If I am good enough I will get to run the agency. If not, I may be shoved to the slaughter line and cut from the agency staff...

All this worrying is making me sick. I have to stop worrying about that I can not control. *sigh* oh for the simple, care-free days of childhood when things like deciding when to play in the pool all day or ride my pony all day were the toughest decisions to be made.

Side note:
I totally don't believe in reincarnation but if I did, I would want to come back as my parent's dog. Our dogs are so spoiled it's disgusting but they are adorable their only worries are what time they are getting fed and what time they are going out. Must be nice.