by: Former Party Girl
I hope i don't offend anyone here i totally believe in the freedom of religion.....but maybe it will make you think.
my mil is into Scientology (LOL). why? i have no idea. probably because she is gullible. once she even fell for one of those email that says something along the lines of "hi, my name is so and so and i have a proposition for you. if you pay the taxes on the sum of 50 million i will send you half of the money."
well, the other night we were watching the hilarious episode of south park about Scientology. i tried to find it on you tube and this and this the best i could find. WATCH IT! it's freaking funny.
but it got me thinking because it says "THIS IS ACTUALLY WHAT SCIENTOLOGOISTS BELIEVE" on the screen. so i checked it out and that's all true. those crazies really believe that crap.
then i found this.
and all i can say is whoa. i am totally freaked out that anyone, ever, could ever follow this crap. seriously. am i the only one that thinks this is cruisasy? (thats a jab at tom cruise.)
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
...dating sucks
By: Star Gazer
So for those of you who are still lucky enough to be single, you know why I say dating sucks. I hate it, I hate having to tell the same things about myself over and over. Yes, I was born here, no, I dont have siblings, yes, I like movies......blah blah blah. But the worst is when you connect with someone, you think you had a good time. He says those 3 little words every girl hates after a first date, "I'll call you!" You leaving thinking you might actually like where this is going.
And then he never fucking calls. Do not tell me you are going to call, dont make me feel like this was the best date ever, when you already know you dont plan on calling me. Believe it or not, i would rather hear from you the night of the date, that I'm not a match for you. Then i can go home, feel defeated, and get the fuck over it. I hate this, "maybe he's waiting to call me, tell tomorrow."
And we all know we dont want to sit at home, just waiting for their call, that maybe they want to ask you out when they do call. But somehow, even the strongest of girls finds herself in that position every now and again. I hate this feeling, I hate being rejected, but havng to wait 3-4 days to know you've been rejected. I dont need this shit, too bad I like guys to much to become a lesbian. Sometimes, even after hearing all my married friends complain about their husbands, I envy them, at least they know someone loves them, even if you dislike them every once and awhile.
Good luck to all the single girls! I know I havent had much luck!
So for those of you who are still lucky enough to be single, you know why I say dating sucks. I hate it, I hate having to tell the same things about myself over and over. Yes, I was born here, no, I dont have siblings, yes, I like movies......blah blah blah. But the worst is when you connect with someone, you think you had a good time. He says those 3 little words every girl hates after a first date, "I'll call you!" You leaving thinking you might actually like where this is going.
And then he never fucking calls. Do not tell me you are going to call, dont make me feel like this was the best date ever, when you already know you dont plan on calling me. Believe it or not, i would rather hear from you the night of the date, that I'm not a match for you. Then i can go home, feel defeated, and get the fuck over it. I hate this, "maybe he's waiting to call me, tell tomorrow."
And we all know we dont want to sit at home, just waiting for their call, that maybe they want to ask you out when they do call. But somehow, even the strongest of girls finds herself in that position every now and again. I hate this feeling, I hate being rejected, but havng to wait 3-4 days to know you've been rejected. I dont need this shit, too bad I like guys to much to become a lesbian. Sometimes, even after hearing all my married friends complain about their husbands, I envy them, at least they know someone loves them, even if you dislike them every once and awhile.
Good luck to all the single girls! I know I havent had much luck!
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Really annoyed.....
I'll put you in the picture first. One of the guys who works for me is hugely over weight he weighs min 25stone approx 160kg i think. His wife is even bigger, they must eat loads but according to them they are on a diet! Even says he goes to they gym, he gets out of breath walking the stairs and sweats loads to the point that he hair sticks to his face. Got the picture by now....hes quite foul!
In the UK we pay taxes from out wages for our National Health Service (NHS), it looks like we get care for free to but we don't, me and my husband due to the wage bracket we fall into pay 42% of our income on tax! GRRRHHHHHHH! ( i know its different all over the world)
Anyway the point of this post and i am sorry if i offend anyone, i don't have issues with people been fat, i am not as thin as I'd like to be!
IVF is free for 2 tries on NHS which i think is great!
The fattys cant get preg, trying for 2yrs, never lost any weight during this time, maybe it the weight that is stopping them??? Or their very poor life style??? ONLY MY OPINION! Anyway the docs have given them tests and found no reason why she's not got PG. So they are now going to have IVF but she needs to loose 2 stone before she can have IVF, only 2stone=12kg!! She def weighs more than him so this is bloody miscule amount to loose! I even bet they have gained weight during the 2yrs!
So all day i have heard that its back to see the docs tom but shes only lost half a stone but they are going to try and convince the doc to give them a try! If she wanted a baby that much she'd have lost weight! I have felt like shouting that at him all day!!!!! He has just gone on and on and on.......
I have a friend, who's have done everything she can to have a baby, everything suggested and had their free IVF and paid for 2 rounds, granted they now have a baby girl but they did everything humanly poss to have a baby. My other friend had two rounds of IVF and got PG second time to find out baby wasn't alive at 12wk scan and since paid for 3rounds and not got PG and she did everything poss to get PG! AND THEN THERE IS THE FATTYS WHO THINK THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING TO HAVE A CHILD!
Selfish!!! Or am i been too hard on them??? My husband thinks i a been too judgemental!
In the UK we pay taxes from out wages for our National Health Service (NHS), it looks like we get care for free to but we don't, me and my husband due to the wage bracket we fall into pay 42% of our income on tax! GRRRHHHHHHH! ( i know its different all over the world)
Anyway the point of this post and i am sorry if i offend anyone, i don't have issues with people been fat, i am not as thin as I'd like to be!
IVF is free for 2 tries on NHS which i think is great!
The fattys cant get preg, trying for 2yrs, never lost any weight during this time, maybe it the weight that is stopping them??? Or their very poor life style??? ONLY MY OPINION! Anyway the docs have given them tests and found no reason why she's not got PG. So they are now going to have IVF but she needs to loose 2 stone before she can have IVF, only 2stone=12kg!! She def weighs more than him so this is bloody miscule amount to loose! I even bet they have gained weight during the 2yrs!
So all day i have heard that its back to see the docs tom but shes only lost half a stone but they are going to try and convince the doc to give them a try! If she wanted a baby that much she'd have lost weight! I have felt like shouting that at him all day!!!!! He has just gone on and on and on.......
I have a friend, who's have done everything she can to have a baby, everything suggested and had their free IVF and paid for 2 rounds, granted they now have a baby girl but they did everything humanly poss to have a baby. My other friend had two rounds of IVF and got PG second time to find out baby wasn't alive at 12wk scan and since paid for 3rounds and not got PG and she did everything poss to get PG! AND THEN THERE IS THE FATTYS WHO THINK THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING TO HAVE A CHILD!
Selfish!!! Or am i been too hard on them??? My husband thinks i a been too judgemental!
Advice time
Posted by: Bow Down
I am fairly new at this situation. I don’t frequently go to peoples houses for dinner. There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason is I can’t handle not knowing their hygiene habits. I get super sick feeling if it doesn’t seem like they wash their dishes good or if they don’t wash their hands. However what I find the absolute worst is people with dogs. People don’t seem to think that they shouldn’t pet their nasty ass dog and then cook my dinner. This weekend I went to dinner with my husband and I was apprehensive for many reasons. I’ll get to the rest later but the first was their dogs. Aside from the fact that their dogs were jumping all up on me they were also licking all over their owner and she was petting them and touching their mouths. After that she walked over and put her hands in a bag of cheese and sprinkled it on the salad and then she touched the desert. She basically touched everything in the house with dog hands. I started to get itchy and I thought my throat was going to swell shut from the horror. The next day I was afraid I would cough up a fur ball. One friends said she would have asked if they were going to wash their hands, which I guess would have been fine, accept half the meal was already done and in the oven, I can’t make her go back and wash out the dog cooties from that meal you know.
My next problem was what if I don’t like it. In both of these situations what do I do? Do I force it down, say I’m just not feeling well but can I take it to go or what? The hardest part of all is when it’s not good but it’s not bad. Meaning it has no real flavor or taste or seasoning. Does a simple, it was good do, or am I supposed to gush over it or what? I love to cook. It’s my passion. It is important to me and I take pride in my meals. You can’t imagine how hard it is for me not to correct the meal. Imagine an English teacher sitting in a room full of people who have awful grammar. It is sooo hard not to correct them, well that is how it feels for me.
Finally, how do you go about telling someone your food preferences? How do I say, well my husband doesn’t eat this this or this and I don’t eat this this or that and still expect them to cook a meal for us. Ugggg.
I am fairly new at this situation. I don’t frequently go to peoples houses for dinner. There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason is I can’t handle not knowing their hygiene habits. I get super sick feeling if it doesn’t seem like they wash their dishes good or if they don’t wash their hands. However what I find the absolute worst is people with dogs. People don’t seem to think that they shouldn’t pet their nasty ass dog and then cook my dinner. This weekend I went to dinner with my husband and I was apprehensive for many reasons. I’ll get to the rest later but the first was their dogs. Aside from the fact that their dogs were jumping all up on me they were also licking all over their owner and she was petting them and touching their mouths. After that she walked over and put her hands in a bag of cheese and sprinkled it on the salad and then she touched the desert. She basically touched everything in the house with dog hands. I started to get itchy and I thought my throat was going to swell shut from the horror. The next day I was afraid I would cough up a fur ball. One friends said she would have asked if they were going to wash their hands, which I guess would have been fine, accept half the meal was already done and in the oven, I can’t make her go back and wash out the dog cooties from that meal you know.
My next problem was what if I don’t like it. In both of these situations what do I do? Do I force it down, say I’m just not feeling well but can I take it to go or what? The hardest part of all is when it’s not good but it’s not bad. Meaning it has no real flavor or taste or seasoning. Does a simple, it was good do, or am I supposed to gush over it or what? I love to cook. It’s my passion. It is important to me and I take pride in my meals. You can’t imagine how hard it is for me not to correct the meal. Imagine an English teacher sitting in a room full of people who have awful grammar. It is sooo hard not to correct them, well that is how it feels for me.
Finally, how do you go about telling someone your food preferences? How do I say, well my husband doesn’t eat this this or this and I don’t eat this this or that and still expect them to cook a meal for us. Ugggg.
Friday, September 28, 2007
The Office
by Sassy
I swear it would be a miracle if for just one week, things could go well in my office. It truly would. This week has been a damn roller coaster. Since our lasagna lunch that Miss Thing did to kiss my ass, things have just gone crazy. She has gone from doing absolutely anything to going out of her way to do things AND beat me to work. I just don't understand. Why the hell can't there be a happy medium???
Let's start with Monday. Oh and let me add that this is supposed to be her early week. I show up to work expecting to see Miss Thing here and no Miss Thing. I laugh because I half expected it and then awaited the excuse that was sure to come on why we weren't graced with her presence. She didn't show up til 9:00 and I don't think worked on anything until at least 10:00. It was really busy in the office on Monday and I was incredibly swamped with a crazy amount of work. I made sure to be social with her, but also let it be known I had a lot to get done on. Well, throughout the day, I noticed that Miss Thing was competing for work. She was literally trying to answer the phone before me...which she really has to try at and also get work from the guys before me. It got to the point that I just stopped trying to answer the phone and absorbed myself with my own thing. I just figured, whatever.
Then Tuesday comes along. She is in one of her moods and is buzzing around and trying to be all important. I noticed her start playing the game of beating me to things, so I just formed a bubble and stayed in it. Well, the guys that we work with know that if they give me work to do, it gets done. There are a lot of guys that just put work in the in basket, but there are the ones that I am close to that will walk their work to me and know it will take no time at all for me to get it done rather than waiting at least an hour that it takes Miss Thing. On one occasion, one of my guys was in here and he went to hand me some work and Miss Thing got out of her chair, walked up to the guy who was right next to me and took the work to do saying that I was too busy and had other stuff that I was working on. I couldn't believe it. Since when do you ever go out of your way to do work!?!??!?! You don't. I let it go. Then at one point while she was down the hall doing who knows what, I had a guy come in that I was helping and then the radio went off. So I was writing down the work for the person on the radio when Miss Thing comes back in. Keep in mind, she has missed 3/4 of the conversation over the radio. I tell the guy I will get his work in and all of a sudden, Miss Thing pipes up repeating to me the small part she heard because she was trying to do the work. I, as calmly and nicely as I could, just let her know that I would do it because she doesn't have all the information. I finished helping the guy at my desk and when he went away, I let her know that she didn't even hear half of what was needed and that is why I was going to do the work. THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, there is a then. Another guy comes in and him and I are chatting and I walk up to him to grab the work to be done and have it IN MY HAND, when Miss Thing rushes up from where she was just sitting there talking to another lady and GRABS the work out of my hand and says, "I will do this, you have done enough today." It took everything in my control to not fucking rip her face off. I just stood there taking deep breaths and then just walked back to my desk. You don't take work out of someones hands. That is just something that you don't do. Not to mention, as I am slammed with a crazy amount of work to do, she didn't bother asking if I needed help and in turn took almost a two hour lunch at her desk and spent most of it on the phone.
Monday and Tuesday were so annoying for me and I kept finding mistakes that she made that I showed them to my boss on Tuesday after Miss Thing had gone home for the day. Wednesday comes and Miss Thing comes to work saying that her uncle that had cancer passed away and so my boss said she was going to wait to talk to her about her mistakes. I thought that was only polite and went about the morning giving Miss Thing space. I expected the day to be quiet...oh how wrong I was. Our student and I were so boiling pissed by 10am it wasn't funny. Miss Thing then went to our boss, told her she was uncomfortable and asked if something was wrong that she didn't know about. So, our boss took that as the opportunity to approach her on her mistakes which only could have come about with me showing them to our boss. And that is when shit really got bad.
As soon as our boss was done explaining to her what she did wrong AGAIN and what needed to happen, Miss Thing piped up asking for another office staff meeting. My blood was fucking boiling. I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. All she had to do was ask me about it and I would have talked to her about it. I kept working and tried not to talk to her because I knew this time, I wouldn't be able to be nice and I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth shut. That is when she comes to my desk with the work that our boss had talked to her about and all snotty like asked me if I needed any of it. The first two I told her she could throw away and that I needed the other one to file. It was then that it came spewing out - "Is this what you called the staff meeting for? Cause if it is, then you can just talk to me about it right now." She said it was that and some other things and we started to get into it and a customer walked in. My boss called and told me to pull her into the conference room, so when she was done I did.
I didn't get any nicer. It was in there that I told her how inappropriate it was that she was literally taking work out of my hand and that I didn't appreciate it. I let her know that I felt like she was competing with me and our student and that it was out of line. I said that it annoys us that she goes from not answering the phone to trying to beat us to it, from not doing work and now trying to do everything. I unleashed on her. She apologized and said that she just didn't want us thinking that she wasn't doing her share. I let her know that was all fine, BUT there needs to be a happy medium.
Then the real story came out. It was then that she let me know that she feels left out. That's right, she is 44 and feels left out because I am close to our 19 year old student and our boss. Not only that, but it makes her upset when the guys just bring work to me and not to her. I let her know that in no way is she left out of anything and that if the guys bring me work to do, that is their thing and nothing for her to worry about. I don't mind doing the work and if I need help or can't do it, it will be in the inbox for her to do.
Needless to say, I put everything out on the table and yesterday (even though she was a couple hours late) was a good day. She was more normal and neutral and not competing. Today...she called in.
I swear it would be a miracle if for just one week, things could go well in my office. It truly would. This week has been a damn roller coaster. Since our lasagna lunch that Miss Thing did to kiss my ass, things have just gone crazy. She has gone from doing absolutely anything to going out of her way to do things AND beat me to work. I just don't understand. Why the hell can't there be a happy medium???
Let's start with Monday. Oh and let me add that this is supposed to be her early week. I show up to work expecting to see Miss Thing here and no Miss Thing. I laugh because I half expected it and then awaited the excuse that was sure to come on why we weren't graced with her presence. She didn't show up til 9:00 and I don't think worked on anything until at least 10:00. It was really busy in the office on Monday and I was incredibly swamped with a crazy amount of work. I made sure to be social with her, but also let it be known I had a lot to get done on. Well, throughout the day, I noticed that Miss Thing was competing for work. She was literally trying to answer the phone before me...which she really has to try at and also get work from the guys before me. It got to the point that I just stopped trying to answer the phone and absorbed myself with my own thing. I just figured, whatever.
Then Tuesday comes along. She is in one of her moods and is buzzing around and trying to be all important. I noticed her start playing the game of beating me to things, so I just formed a bubble and stayed in it. Well, the guys that we work with know that if they give me work to do, it gets done. There are a lot of guys that just put work in the in basket, but there are the ones that I am close to that will walk their work to me and know it will take no time at all for me to get it done rather than waiting at least an hour that it takes Miss Thing. On one occasion, one of my guys was in here and he went to hand me some work and Miss Thing got out of her chair, walked up to the guy who was right next to me and took the work to do saying that I was too busy and had other stuff that I was working on. I couldn't believe it. Since when do you ever go out of your way to do work!?!??!?! You don't. I let it go. Then at one point while she was down the hall doing who knows what, I had a guy come in that I was helping and then the radio went off. So I was writing down the work for the person on the radio when Miss Thing comes back in. Keep in mind, she has missed 3/4 of the conversation over the radio. I tell the guy I will get his work in and all of a sudden, Miss Thing pipes up repeating to me the small part she heard because she was trying to do the work. I, as calmly and nicely as I could, just let her know that I would do it because she doesn't have all the information. I finished helping the guy at my desk and when he went away, I let her know that she didn't even hear half of what was needed and that is why I was going to do the work. THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, there is a then. Another guy comes in and him and I are chatting and I walk up to him to grab the work to be done and have it IN MY HAND, when Miss Thing rushes up from where she was just sitting there talking to another lady and GRABS the work out of my hand and says, "I will do this, you have done enough today." It took everything in my control to not fucking rip her face off. I just stood there taking deep breaths and then just walked back to my desk. You don't take work out of someones hands. That is just something that you don't do. Not to mention, as I am slammed with a crazy amount of work to do, she didn't bother asking if I needed help and in turn took almost a two hour lunch at her desk and spent most of it on the phone.
Monday and Tuesday were so annoying for me and I kept finding mistakes that she made that I showed them to my boss on Tuesday after Miss Thing had gone home for the day. Wednesday comes and Miss Thing comes to work saying that her uncle that had cancer passed away and so my boss said she was going to wait to talk to her about her mistakes. I thought that was only polite and went about the morning giving Miss Thing space. I expected the day to be quiet...oh how wrong I was. Our student and I were so boiling pissed by 10am it wasn't funny. Miss Thing then went to our boss, told her she was uncomfortable and asked if something was wrong that she didn't know about. So, our boss took that as the opportunity to approach her on her mistakes which only could have come about with me showing them to our boss. And that is when shit really got bad.
As soon as our boss was done explaining to her what she did wrong AGAIN and what needed to happen, Miss Thing piped up asking for another office staff meeting. My blood was fucking boiling. I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. All she had to do was ask me about it and I would have talked to her about it. I kept working and tried not to talk to her because I knew this time, I wouldn't be able to be nice and I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth shut. That is when she comes to my desk with the work that our boss had talked to her about and all snotty like asked me if I needed any of it. The first two I told her she could throw away and that I needed the other one to file. It was then that it came spewing out - "Is this what you called the staff meeting for? Cause if it is, then you can just talk to me about it right now." She said it was that and some other things and we started to get into it and a customer walked in. My boss called and told me to pull her into the conference room, so when she was done I did.
I didn't get any nicer. It was in there that I told her how inappropriate it was that she was literally taking work out of my hand and that I didn't appreciate it. I let her know that I felt like she was competing with me and our student and that it was out of line. I said that it annoys us that she goes from not answering the phone to trying to beat us to it, from not doing work and now trying to do everything. I unleashed on her. She apologized and said that she just didn't want us thinking that she wasn't doing her share. I let her know that was all fine, BUT there needs to be a happy medium.
Then the real story came out. It was then that she let me know that she feels left out. That's right, she is 44 and feels left out because I am close to our 19 year old student and our boss. Not only that, but it makes her upset when the guys just bring work to me and not to her. I let her know that in no way is she left out of anything and that if the guys bring me work to do, that is their thing and nothing for her to worry about. I don't mind doing the work and if I need help or can't do it, it will be in the inbox for her to do.
Needless to say, I put everything out on the table and yesterday (even though she was a couple hours late) was a good day. She was more normal and neutral and not competing. Today...she called in.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Fucking family
Posted by: Bow Down.
You know, I've been writing a lot about my in laws on here. I only do it because they give me so much amo. My husband has this family member who doesn't live in our state. This person likes to drive to our city for a night, to get drunk and party. Usually this means they sit at my house getting trashed in the hours before, then go out, come stumbling home, waking me up and then leave in the morning. When they leave there are piles of beer cans, stains on the carpet, liquor bottles, a messy guest room and bathroom. I am sick of this. I am the most frustrated because to me, unless you are coming to town to see someone you shouldn't stay with them. I can understand once but 4-5 times now this person has come here for no reason other then to party. Not to spend time with us, or hang out just to party. If all you are doing is coming here to party then go stay somewhere else.
My husband’s parents do this shit to. I've mentioned his mom does the dishes (ick) but that is it. Her idea of cleaning doesn't include wiping counters or putting away plates of food or generally doing any actual cleaning at all. This means that last time they left, I had stains all over my white counters, plates of food left out and so on. I was totally appalled.
And although they always say they are coming here with the intentions of seeing the family they never actually spend any time with the family. Instead they rush through family time so they can run off and gamble. In fact, last time they went so far as to invite my parents over for breakfast the next morning and then wake up and be so ancy to go gamble they tried to skip breakfast all together and just go to the casino. After seeing that I clearly needed to eat, and one other family member needed to eat to take his meds, they said fine we can eat at the casino, and never thought to call and cancel with my parents. (i would have done so but I was unaware of the invite until three days later). After breakfast two of them were so busy gambling they couldn't even come give us a proper goodbye. So they hadn't seen their grandson in 6+ months I think closer to 8 but it was more important to gamble then to come and say good-bye.
On top of all of this, the only time they come to visit us is on our sons birthday and then one other time for Christmas. Other then that they assume it is our responsibility to drive there and see them. We are young, can't afford that much gas money and time off work to drive there just to hear that his dad has to go fishing and his mom has to go out with her friends. In the end it turns out to be a wasted trip because they end up spending zero time with my son and then the next thing I know we are paying for more gas and coming home leaving me thinking, what the fuck just happened.
The final straw though was this last birthday when they came up. They had the following complaints. The people who chose to sleep in the guest room really seriously complained that I did not have a flat sheet. Let me explain my guest bed to you. When I was little we were poor and I slept on one of those little kid fold out couches as a bed. When I was in 8th grade my parents started a business and came into some money. The first thing they bought me was a bed. It is a queen size pillow top ultra comfy bed. Seriously people, I've had people ask to spend the night with me just to spend a night in this bed. On top of the bed, is a 600.00 feather bed (yes you read right). The cover on this is imported fabric from Italy aprx 800+ thread count Egyptian cotton and hand sewn together by Scandia Down (go ahead and check out that place some time, it is the best quality bedding ever). On top of that is a feather duvet, that also cost as much as a car. Again it is covered in the highest quality bedding. Since I had that, I have never felt it was necessary for a flat sheet as it would just get kicked to the bottom and the cover on that is so soft I would never ruin that by using a flat sheet. My pillowcases all match and are the same material. I have 4-5 sets of bedding for this bed so it gets washed after every visit, and generally I wash it if it sits for to long unused. So you can imagine how totally appalled I was when they had the nerve to complain about the bed. They told me the feather duvet was to heavy so I pulled out a plush Ralph Lauren quilt that I use in summer that cost me no less the $300.00 and is one of the damn softest things ever on the planet. They were appalled that I wanted them to use that with out a flat sheet, and they thought I should have washed it out of taking it down from the guest room closet, never mind it had been washed before being put there. Then his uncle complained about the pillowcase I gave him for his pillow. It was a fucking Hotel Collection 600 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Please tell me what the fuck you can find to complain about that. PLEASE! In the morning I was left with a destroyed guest bed, blankets all over my couch and pillows everywhere. Blankets on my floor, dirty counters, dirty kitchen table and a disgusting guest bathroom.
Then they wanted to take leftovers home with them. I have a bad habit of leaving my Tupperware at work and I only have two left in my house that my husband uses for his lunch. They gave me snarky looks and made snide comments because I suggested they put the food on a paper plate and cover it with foil for the trip home. What the fuck was I thinking!
Now let me tell you what would have happened if any single family member of mine had stayed over. The kitchen would have been left so immaculate it would put a cleaning service to shame. The bathroom would be so clean you could eat of the toilet seat. The guest sheets would have been washed and put back on the bed. The living room would have been immaculate. My fridge would have been cleaned out. My garage would have been cleaned and my carpets vacuumed.
You know, I've been writing a lot about my in laws on here. I only do it because they give me so much amo. My husband has this family member who doesn't live in our state. This person likes to drive to our city for a night, to get drunk and party. Usually this means they sit at my house getting trashed in the hours before, then go out, come stumbling home, waking me up and then leave in the morning. When they leave there are piles of beer cans, stains on the carpet, liquor bottles, a messy guest room and bathroom. I am sick of this. I am the most frustrated because to me, unless you are coming to town to see someone you shouldn't stay with them. I can understand once but 4-5 times now this person has come here for no reason other then to party. Not to spend time with us, or hang out just to party. If all you are doing is coming here to party then go stay somewhere else.
My husband’s parents do this shit to. I've mentioned his mom does the dishes (ick) but that is it. Her idea of cleaning doesn't include wiping counters or putting away plates of food or generally doing any actual cleaning at all. This means that last time they left, I had stains all over my white counters, plates of food left out and so on. I was totally appalled.
And although they always say they are coming here with the intentions of seeing the family they never actually spend any time with the family. Instead they rush through family time so they can run off and gamble. In fact, last time they went so far as to invite my parents over for breakfast the next morning and then wake up and be so ancy to go gamble they tried to skip breakfast all together and just go to the casino. After seeing that I clearly needed to eat, and one other family member needed to eat to take his meds, they said fine we can eat at the casino, and never thought to call and cancel with my parents. (i would have done so but I was unaware of the invite until three days later). After breakfast two of them were so busy gambling they couldn't even come give us a proper goodbye. So they hadn't seen their grandson in 6+ months I think closer to 8 but it was more important to gamble then to come and say good-bye.
On top of all of this, the only time they come to visit us is on our sons birthday and then one other time for Christmas. Other then that they assume it is our responsibility to drive there and see them. We are young, can't afford that much gas money and time off work to drive there just to hear that his dad has to go fishing and his mom has to go out with her friends. In the end it turns out to be a wasted trip because they end up spending zero time with my son and then the next thing I know we are paying for more gas and coming home leaving me thinking, what the fuck just happened.
The final straw though was this last birthday when they came up. They had the following complaints. The people who chose to sleep in the guest room really seriously complained that I did not have a flat sheet. Let me explain my guest bed to you. When I was little we were poor and I slept on one of those little kid fold out couches as a bed. When I was in 8th grade my parents started a business and came into some money. The first thing they bought me was a bed. It is a queen size pillow top ultra comfy bed. Seriously people, I've had people ask to spend the night with me just to spend a night in this bed. On top of the bed, is a 600.00 feather bed (yes you read right). The cover on this is imported fabric from Italy aprx 800+ thread count Egyptian cotton and hand sewn together by Scandia Down (go ahead and check out that place some time, it is the best quality bedding ever). On top of that is a feather duvet, that also cost as much as a car. Again it is covered in the highest quality bedding. Since I had that, I have never felt it was necessary for a flat sheet as it would just get kicked to the bottom and the cover on that is so soft I would never ruin that by using a flat sheet. My pillowcases all match and are the same material. I have 4-5 sets of bedding for this bed so it gets washed after every visit, and generally I wash it if it sits for to long unused. So you can imagine how totally appalled I was when they had the nerve to complain about the bed. They told me the feather duvet was to heavy so I pulled out a plush Ralph Lauren quilt that I use in summer that cost me no less the $300.00 and is one of the damn softest things ever on the planet. They were appalled that I wanted them to use that with out a flat sheet, and they thought I should have washed it out of taking it down from the guest room closet, never mind it had been washed before being put there. Then his uncle complained about the pillowcase I gave him for his pillow. It was a fucking Hotel Collection 600 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Please tell me what the fuck you can find to complain about that. PLEASE! In the morning I was left with a destroyed guest bed, blankets all over my couch and pillows everywhere. Blankets on my floor, dirty counters, dirty kitchen table and a disgusting guest bathroom.
Then they wanted to take leftovers home with them. I have a bad habit of leaving my Tupperware at work and I only have two left in my house that my husband uses for his lunch. They gave me snarky looks and made snide comments because I suggested they put the food on a paper plate and cover it with foil for the trip home. What the fuck was I thinking!
Now let me tell you what would have happened if any single family member of mine had stayed over. The kitchen would have been left so immaculate it would put a cleaning service to shame. The bathroom would be so clean you could eat of the toilet seat. The guest sheets would have been washed and put back on the bed. The living room would have been immaculate. My fridge would have been cleaned out. My garage would have been cleaned and my carpets vacuumed.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Random bitches and moans
Posted by: Bow Down
* Why is it mother in laws have a way of making you feel like shit? Mine has major issues with my weight. Even after I lost nearly 45 pounds once on the Atkins diet, making me a respectable 145 her only comment was, well keep it up you still have a long ways to go! FUCK YOU VERY MUCH!
* Does it seem like everone in the world wants to tell you that the way you parent is wrong. Even if you are doing the same thing they did, it is wrong, SIMPLY BECAUSE IT IS YOU DOING IT THIS TIME!
* You know what I really hate. I really hate people who are over weight, and whine about it as they sit there eating 1200 calories worth of lunch from Wendy's.
* I hate it even more when skinny people eat 4 french fries and a salad and then exclaim that they are sooo full, and ate sooo bad, and really should start eating better. Shut up you skinny whore and enjoy your fucking fries.
* I hate when people constantly say they want to diet but make up excuses why they can't. There is no excuse you simply don't want to do it! Don't tell me that you can't do it because the food you like simply can't be made healthy, or that you refuse to eat this or that. I hate HATE HATE yogurt but when I'm dieting I eat it and learn to like it. I also think it is funny when they say things like, well this is jus thow my body is shaped, I'm going to be big no matter what. No you jack ass you just have four inches of fat between you and your bones, your bones really aren't that big.
* I hate when fat people tell you, you are fat. My uncle did this shit to me last week. He not only told me I looked fat, he went as far as to say yeah those pants make you look even fatter. Ummmm no one turned around and looked at him and said gee you look like you could lose 80 lbs did they? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
* I hate when skinny people grab invisible saddle bags or belly fat and complain that they really have to lose that and work out more. Seriously, SERIOUSLY, spend a day in my body when I'm overweight and then you will learn to appreciate your teeny tiny invisible saddle bags. When I was 180 and I got down to 160 I felt so pretty at 160 and appreciated it soo mcuh. However when you are 115 and you go up to 118 please don't complain about it, you look stupid!
**disclaimer, no friends I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about things I've encountered at work lately, or in the last few months so relax!
* Why is it mother in laws have a way of making you feel like shit? Mine has major issues with my weight. Even after I lost nearly 45 pounds once on the Atkins diet, making me a respectable 145 her only comment was, well keep it up you still have a long ways to go! FUCK YOU VERY MUCH!
* Does it seem like everone in the world wants to tell you that the way you parent is wrong. Even if you are doing the same thing they did, it is wrong, SIMPLY BECAUSE IT IS YOU DOING IT THIS TIME!
* You know what I really hate. I really hate people who are over weight, and whine about it as they sit there eating 1200 calories worth of lunch from Wendy's.
* I hate it even more when skinny people eat 4 french fries and a salad and then exclaim that they are sooo full, and ate sooo bad, and really should start eating better. Shut up you skinny whore and enjoy your fucking fries.
* I hate when people constantly say they want to diet but make up excuses why they can't. There is no excuse you simply don't want to do it! Don't tell me that you can't do it because the food you like simply can't be made healthy, or that you refuse to eat this or that. I hate HATE HATE yogurt but when I'm dieting I eat it and learn to like it. I also think it is funny when they say things like, well this is jus thow my body is shaped, I'm going to be big no matter what. No you jack ass you just have four inches of fat between you and your bones, your bones really aren't that big.
* I hate when fat people tell you, you are fat. My uncle did this shit to me last week. He not only told me I looked fat, he went as far as to say yeah those pants make you look even fatter. Ummmm no one turned around and looked at him and said gee you look like you could lose 80 lbs did they? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
* I hate when skinny people grab invisible saddle bags or belly fat and complain that they really have to lose that and work out more. Seriously, SERIOUSLY, spend a day in my body when I'm overweight and then you will learn to appreciate your teeny tiny invisible saddle bags. When I was 180 and I got down to 160 I felt so pretty at 160 and appreciated it soo mcuh. However when you are 115 and you go up to 118 please don't complain about it, you look stupid!
**disclaimer, no friends I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about things I've encountered at work lately, or in the last few months so relax!
...having so much to talk about
And no time to write about it. Since lunch from Miss Thing, things went from crap to super shitty in no time flat. I don't know what the fuck is going on or what the hell her deal is, but I literally almost smacked her yesterday. She actually is now trying to work...or look like she is working or something. Well with that, the dumb bitch actually got up and grabbed work OUT OF MY HAND!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe it. Why the hell would you do that? I mean, on most days she doesn't do her own job and I am constantly picking up her slack and now she is trying to beat me to work and take work away from me. She took work from me twice yesterday. Not only that, but little miss "I don't answer the phone" has been jumping at the phone to beat me and the student to answering it. It is the most annoying thing ever. I have never in my life had to practice more patience as I do at this job with her.
Much more to come later.
Much more to come later.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
...Here's NOT looking at you kid
Posted By: FingRockStar
Mood: FingWondering
Okay...so how come, when somebody calls my name, (and I'm smack-dab in the middle of something) they expect me to just drop, or STOP what I'm doing to look at them so they can explain to me what they want done?? (Not to mention I probably ALREADY know what to do, and I know that eye contact is polite, but if it's obvious that I'm in the middle of something, and/or looking down and concentrating, why would I stop to look up at you? What makes you so special?) I tell ya it drives me Fing CRAZY! Even my husband does this every now and again. What is so god-damned important that I MUST stop in the middle of what I am doing...can't you just wait the five more minutes it's going to take me to finish?! See what happens is, I'm trudging along, in the middle of a thought, and then so-in-so (whoever it might be that day) says: "Hey 'RockStar'...*pauses for me to stop for them*..."can you do this, that, oh! and the other too!" Grrrr. Now my concentration is completly BLOWN, where the hell did I leave off, "Hey that page doesn't go there, WTF, what happened here!." How is this all backwards and upside down now? WTF!!!"
It has even gone as far as one person, that I can't nick name (cause I actually really like him) tried interrupting me in the middle of a phone call! Wanna know why? No, allwell, I'm gonna tell you anyway...because HE wanted me to number his FUCKING report sheets 1 thru whatever. Can you believe that! I swear, not even bleeding. (meaning no real emergency)
*Sigh* Okay, there's my little rant for this week. Sorry it's not more exciting. Until my next bitch-fest!
~TTFN~
Mood: FingWondering
Okay...so how come, when somebody calls my name, (and I'm smack-dab in the middle of something) they expect me to just drop, or STOP what I'm doing to look at them so they can explain to me what they want done?? (Not to mention I probably ALREADY know what to do, and I know that eye contact is polite, but if it's obvious that I'm in the middle of something, and/or looking down and concentrating, why would I stop to look up at you? What makes you so special?) I tell ya it drives me Fing CRAZY! Even my husband does this every now and again. What is so god-damned important that I MUST stop in the middle of what I am doing...can't you just wait the five more minutes it's going to take me to finish?! See what happens is, I'm trudging along, in the middle of a thought, and then so-in-so (whoever it might be that day) says: "Hey 'RockStar'...*pauses for me to stop for them*..."can you do this, that, oh! and the other too!" Grrrr. Now my concentration is completly BLOWN, where the hell did I leave off, "Hey that page doesn't go there, WTF, what happened here!." How is this all backwards and upside down now? WTF!!!"
It has even gone as far as one person, that I can't nick name (cause I actually really like him) tried interrupting me in the middle of a phone call! Wanna know why? No, allwell, I'm gonna tell you anyway...because HE wanted me to number his FUCKING report sheets 1 thru whatever. Can you believe that! I swear, not even bleeding. (meaning no real emergency)
*Sigh* Okay, there's my little rant for this week. Sorry it's not more exciting. Until my next bitch-fest!
~TTFN~
Work Last Friday
Posted by: Sassy
I have been so busy that I haven't been able to post this, but have wanted so bad to share the story because I was highly amused by the whole thing.
Thursday was a bad day at the office. I was completely swamped with piles of work to do with our student not coming in and then Miss Thing leaving half day. Not to mention, Miss Thing worked on nothing of importance while she was at work and therefore only adding to my pile of crap on my desk. I didn't even get a chance to work on my own work until 45 minutes before my work day was over. I was very annoyed.
Miss Thing left early to take care of some personal issues that she was having and she thought that they would take her longer than what it did. She called and talked to our boss and said that she would come back, but our boss thought it best that she just stay gone the rest of the day. Miss Thing then told my boss that she doesn't know what is wrong with her or what is going on, but she knows that she has been so bitchy lately and not nice and snappy. She also pointed out that she ws fully aware that her and I had become very short with each other and so to be nice, she wanted to do a lunch, with just us, so that she can make up for all her bitchiness. I about lost my marbles when my boss told me this. I looked at her and started laughing. I was actually glad that she realized how bitchy she has been.
So Friday morning came and she showed up to work, late of course, with lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. I couldn't believe it. Why is she being so nice??? I don't get how she thinks that lunch one day is going to make up for all the work that she doesn't get done. I honestly could care less how bitchy she is. I just want her to do her work. I want her to get her fucking work done so it isn't piling up on my desk and causing me to do even more.
Lunch was wonderful though. I definitely left my office still full. I am hoping that since she realizes that I am being different with her that she will pull her head out of her ass and do more. Doubtful, but I can hope.
I have been so busy that I haven't been able to post this, but have wanted so bad to share the story because I was highly amused by the whole thing.
Thursday was a bad day at the office. I was completely swamped with piles of work to do with our student not coming in and then Miss Thing leaving half day. Not to mention, Miss Thing worked on nothing of importance while she was at work and therefore only adding to my pile of crap on my desk. I didn't even get a chance to work on my own work until 45 minutes before my work day was over. I was very annoyed.
Miss Thing left early to take care of some personal issues that she was having and she thought that they would take her longer than what it did. She called and talked to our boss and said that she would come back, but our boss thought it best that she just stay gone the rest of the day. Miss Thing then told my boss that she doesn't know what is wrong with her or what is going on, but she knows that she has been so bitchy lately and not nice and snappy. She also pointed out that she ws fully aware that her and I had become very short with each other and so to be nice, she wanted to do a lunch, with just us, so that she can make up for all her bitchiness. I about lost my marbles when my boss told me this. I looked at her and started laughing. I was actually glad that she realized how bitchy she has been.
So Friday morning came and she showed up to work, late of course, with lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. I couldn't believe it. Why is she being so nice??? I don't get how she thinks that lunch one day is going to make up for all the work that she doesn't get done. I honestly could care less how bitchy she is. I just want her to do her work. I want her to get her fucking work done so it isn't piling up on my desk and causing me to do even more.
Lunch was wonderful though. I definitely left my office still full. I am hoping that since she realizes that I am being different with her that she will pull her head out of her ass and do more. Doubtful, but I can hope.
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