Monday

Crummy day. Everyone and everything rubbed me the wrong way.

Thoughts I had today while at work:

Fuck you.
I don't give a fuck.
Fuck you if you can't take a joke.
I'm quitting.
March in his office and tell him you're quitting.
March in his office, tell him you hate this fucking place, then walk out.
March in his office, tell him you can't take it anymore, that you hate this place, that he is incompotent, and that you quit.
I wonder if she tries to look constipated.
I wonder if she tries to intimidate people by looking constipated.
I wonder if smiling would kill her.
I wonder if she has angry sex all the time.
DUmb ass.
Cluster fuck.
I bet she's an alcoholic.
If you ask me one more time to work my day off, or if I'll work a double shift, I'm going to scream in your face.
You're full of shit.
Please get away from my desk.
Please get off of my phone.
Doesn't anyone else know how to change the fucking fax cartridge.
She smells like cheap perfume over body odor.
Do these fucking people think I have ESP?
Fuck you you fucking car salesman.

(i feel better now)

Friday

We-Ping was at the kitchen door scratching to get out. I let her out. After 15 minutes she was scratching to get back in the house. I let her in and her little paws are freezing. I think she was actually shivering. Poor baby.

I'm reading another true crime book about an ex cop who hires a hitman to kill his wife, sister-in-law, daughter and his son. It boggles my mind, the Scott Petersons of the world, why don't they just divorce and get on with their lives? Sick fuckers.

My D.O.N. asked me if I'd be willing to move to the other unit. She says it's a mess, and she'd like me to get things in order. I'm good at organizing shit, and bringing order to where there is none. I'm looking forward to it.

Tuesday

I need a freaking hobby. Maybe I'll take up painting? It'll be paintings of stick people and such, but still.............

Oldest sons girlfriend called him at work the other night to tell him she was breaking up with him, and moving out. Yay! But I feel bad for him cause I know he probably loves her. He'll be ok in the long run, I just hope he know's it.

We have bedbugs at work. Ew! I freak every night while at home in bed thinking that I've brought them home. I flip the light on after I've been in the bed awhile and inspect the bed. SO far though no bugs!

calling off

I feel better today. I could have made it to work. Now I feel guilty for calling off. But last night when I called in I was certain I'd feel worse today. My stomachs all in a knot worrying about calling off..........it just doesn't pay for me to do it..........I always end up full of remorse.

sunday

I called off of work for tomorrow.
I hate doing it. But I hate working while sick even more.

If I'm feeling better tomorrow, I might go look at carpeting. I want new carpeting for the kids rooms and for the finished room in the basement. But I also want new kitchen counter tops, and new windows, and a new front door......... a new banister.....and a new bathroom..........new shutters, new wood work in the living room and dining room.............being a house owner sucks some of the time.

Mailmans Little Helper

When I was a little girl I used to help Nickey the mailman deliver the mail. After we'd finish "our route" he'd pay me a quarter. It was fun for awhile................but then he started asking me for a kiss at the end of our route. ...........and that put an end to my job as the mailmans helper.

I finished reading Pride And Prejudice today.
Once I relaxed and stopped trying so hard to enjoy the book, I found that I really did enjoy it!

kittys

We-Ping and Clarabell enjoyed sleeping under the tree. I think they liked the heat from the tree lights.

opening old wounds

I've heard through the grapevine that my ex-husband is/has filed for a reduction in child support. I guess when people get divorced both partys feel as though they got the short end of the deal......especially when it comes to the money.........and both probably have a 100 examples to prove it. I have this horrible feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach..............