Every time I go to the bathroom the same co-worker goes. This wouldn’t be as odd if I had a strict schedule…ya know, like those real regular people that take their coffee-shit at exactly 9:30am every morning. Nope, not me; my waste intake and output is as predictable as an episode of Arrested Development.
Seeing as today is officially my last day of work (despite the fact that I’ve been putting in no more than 3 hours a day since I trained my replacement), I must bid ado to my bathroom buddy, along with the rest of my co-workers -- there are about 4 left that don’t cause a pulsating vein to appear over my right eye.
Even though I’m thoroughly disgusted with this company and ecstatic to be moving on, I’ve been consumed with an overwhelming sense of depression [that those whom I love most have had to endure for the last month]. I feel like a battered wife that has been conditioned to associate pain with love. It’s difficult to end anything after 3+ years, good or bad…I guess.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Never ending battle
I was in a wedding this past weekend of one of my very best friends from high school/college. We've had an interesting relationship, to say the least (we got into a huge fight, didn't talk for 2 years, but now things are better than before.) But that's not why I'm writing this. The pictures went up online yesterday from her wedding from the photographer. Naturally, I look at all of them, but I enlarge the ones that I'm in. Ya know, to look it over, criticize, etc. MY GOD did I criticize. I don't know if it was the sun, the misdirection of the photograher, or the fact that he was right in my grill, but you can see every wrinkle on my face. Now I am only 25, so they're not that bad, but in this picture, they look awful. So, sort of jokingly, sort of serious, I call my mom up and tell her that I want botox for Christmas. She says absolutely not, I'm too young, blah, blah, blah. She acts like botox is the worst thing ever. This coming from the woman who's had just about every procedure done in the book. Nothing wrong with that, but c'mon now mom?? Remeber when.....
Anyways, we hang up, she goes and has a few glasses of wine, and decides to call me back 2 hours later to lecture me on the negative effects on plastic surgery, and what I should and shouldn't be doing with my money. This came out of left field. Needless to say, we had words, she said she has the "right" to lecture me, and that as my mother, basically, she is the boss. She didn't use the word "boss," but I know my mom, I know where she was going with this. I flipped out a little, and then she told me we weren't going to finish this conversation until I had calmed down. Then she hung up on me. I didn't mention that this was the second time during the conversation she'd hung up on me. I didn't call her back this time. I have no intention of calling her back, because I don't think I did anything wrong. I'm going to be 26 in a month, my mom has lost the right to "lecture" me or be my "boss."
Sorry for the vent, but I need some advice. Anything??
Anyways, we hang up, she goes and has a few glasses of wine, and decides to call me back 2 hours later to lecture me on the negative effects on plastic surgery, and what I should and shouldn't be doing with my money. This came out of left field. Needless to say, we had words, she said she has the "right" to lecture me, and that as my mother, basically, she is the boss. She didn't use the word "boss," but I know my mom, I know where she was going with this. I flipped out a little, and then she told me we weren't going to finish this conversation until I had calmed down. Then she hung up on me. I didn't mention that this was the second time during the conversation she'd hung up on me. I didn't call her back this time. I have no intention of calling her back, because I don't think I did anything wrong. I'm going to be 26 in a month, my mom has lost the right to "lecture" me or be my "boss."
Sorry for the vent, but I need some advice. Anything??
One more reason
In a previous post, I told ya'll about my "gay" co-worker. I put that word in parenthesis because he still is not out as of today. However, i think the other day he came one step closer, or at least I hope so. He can in on Monday morning, we went through our boring standard conversation, "how was your weekend?", "how was yours?", etc. Well, here is the response I got from him, word for word. I shit you not:
"My weekend was OK. Sunday kinda sucked, I had to rearrange my whole closet." (At this point I asked why.) Well, I bought 3 new shirts, so..... (Are you kidding me??) They just didn't fit Shannon, you have no idea how many clothes I have. It took forever."
I just stood there and stared. Had no response. What do I say? I think after a few seconds (what seemed like hours, I'm sure), he just walked away.
Then I almost threw up in my mouth. Not because I care or not if he is gay, but jesus christ, please admit it. I would like him SO much more if he did. I'm getting mad all over again reliving this very, VERY awkward moment between us.
"My weekend was OK. Sunday kinda sucked, I had to rearrange my whole closet." (At this point I asked why.) Well, I bought 3 new shirts, so..... (Are you kidding me??) They just didn't fit Shannon, you have no idea how many clothes I have. It took forever."
I just stood there and stared. Had no response. What do I say? I think after a few seconds (what seemed like hours, I'm sure), he just walked away.
Then I almost threw up in my mouth. Not because I care or not if he is gay, but jesus christ, please admit it. I would like him SO much more if he did. I'm getting mad all over again reliving this very, VERY awkward moment between us.
Sorry for the delay, folks.....
Sorry we've been so MIA lately. Promise, promies, PROMISE we'll be better. Just been a little crazy busy lately.
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