Crybaby

Well, I'll tell you what. This week has been a crusher and it's only Tuesday! I guess I should include last week from Wednesday on as well. Yeah, I will do that. Let me break it down for you. Wanna hear it? Here it goes.

-Went into work on Wednesday which is usually my day off.

-Went into work on Wednesday, which is usually my day off, to do job interviews.

-I am going into work tomorrow, which is a Wednesday, and is usually my day off.

-Hired a girl I thought would work out well with us.

-Had to train new person.

Then--

-She didn't show up Monday after working one day last week. Didn't call, didn't show, gave no indication she would not be returning. I left her a message, she hasn't returned my call.

***Just a little interruption on my list here.

How hard is it to say, "You know, I don't think this job is for me. Why don't you look for another candidate to take my place?". Grow a pair fer gosh sakes. Figuratively speaking of course.

****Back to regular programming
 

-One of my very reliable co-workers was sick on Saturday, so I went to work on Saturday after I was already prepared to be a bum all day.

-I stepped on one of LW's daily pills that she accidentally dropped and I smooshed it. Felt bad.

-I stepped on one of the cats that lives at the hospital I work at. She screeched. Felt bad again.

-I hired another person.

-Had to train another person.

-Realized while training said person, that our whole system where I work is totally confusing, and if you haven't been there awhile, you're going to be totally lost.

-I hope she comes back tomorrow. J

-Stayed at work an hour and ½ past the time I should have.

-Got home to blog about all of this stuff 'cause I'm a whiny baby, and I want to cry about it, and---

-"Blog Functions are currently down. They will be up again in 20 minutes."

-So, I am whining in word, which is not nearly as fun as whining on the actual blog!

-Also, I am wondering if this is 20 minutes real time, or 20 minutes Bob time. Most of you know that 20 minutes in Bob time means, sometime next year. Maybe. If Jupiter is lining up just right with the sun and all planetary conditions are perfect.

On a good note, I am reading a book called Devil's Knot. It's about the West Memphis Three. If you have not heard about them, go to www.wm3.org and check it out. I can only take the book in small doses because it is infuriating to read. Definitely a situation I could not imagine being in. It makes me want to be sure I inform Dakota to never say anything in a police station unless I am there, or a lawyer is there.

I read the funniest book yesterday. Christine lent it to me. It's called I hate Myself and Want to Die : The 52 Most Depressing Songs You've Ever Heard. I know, it sounds cheerful. Believe me though, it's freaking hilarious.
Anyhow, I am telling you this because one of the songs in that book sparked another memory of a moment of hilarity I just had to tell you about. Had to.
One of the songs was a remake by Mariah Carey. It begins, "Oh, I can't forget the feeling, or your face when you were leavin'." Blah blah blah, I love you, we broke up, it sucks etc. Anyway, when this song came out, and was playing constantly, I couldn't avoid hearing it...like 10 times daily. But that first line, I didn't hear what it says above. Always, I heard:
"Oh, I can't forget the semen, on your face when you were leavin.."
Now, that for me, conjures up a much more interesting song! Instead of all the blah blah, it has potential to be a riotous song. I mean, maybe the guy was always after his girl to have a threesome, and she finally said fine, let's do it. Little did he know, she picked up a guy to join in the festivities. Maybe he figured he would go along, so next time, she would virtually owe him another girlie in on the action. Then, when things were going the way they go, the other fellow in question turned out to be the type who likes to give facials. Said boyfriend gets all pissed and leaves with semen on his face.
Way better than a breakup song. :p
The best part, is I actually sang that a few times...out loud! I heard my friend Jimi at one time singing it, and I was like...Whoah! I totally had that wrong! He laughed so hard I thought he was going to convulse when I told him what I thought the words were. Now, I am not sure what's more embarrassing. The fact that I had the words wrong or I actually sang a Mariah Carey song. In any case, I still like my version better.
Well, now I can't follow that up with anything better, so I am out. See you soon! Rest assured, I have been seriously busy since it is summer with kiddo activities, bloggage will up again once I adjust, or once school starts again!
Muah!
P.S. Wipe that off yo face

Wasp in my pants

/cry
So, I left work today early (yay!) and was sitting outside just before leaving. I say goodbye to the lovely ladies at work and head to my car. Halfway across the parking lot, I feel something on my knee in my pants. I kind of brush at it disracted like and continue on. I thought it might have been the seam in my pants turned the wrong way or something. Little did I know, while I was sitting down outside, something crawled up the leg of my scrub pants and decided to live there. For a short while longer.
I am driving and am about a block away from work, and I feel something crawling on me on the inside of my leg, still kind of toward the knee. I make a kind of strangled sound while flashing back to my moment in the parking lot. I then kind of grab/slap the crawling thing, and it stings me! Ow!! Crap! It's a wasp and it's running amok in my pants! Stinging me even. I came really close to just jumping out of the car, but I was actually moving, so I didn't.
I immediately break out into a sweat, start shaking, and all my muscles are all tensed. Amazingly, I'm not feeling really panicked, but it could be close. I manage to make it home with the wasp in my pants and without it stnging me anymore. Although my keys kept hitting me in the leg very softly and making me jump.
I get home and gingerly crawl out of my vehicle while trying not to move any part of my leg. Nope, can't do it. That fucker is back on my knee and stings me again! At this point I am doing a crazy walk/run/limp dance to my door trying to shake the thing out without it stinging me again.
I get in the door, drop all my shit on the counter, and get out of my pants faster then I ever have before. (No matter what Bob might say ha-ha) All the while jumping around and stomping on them (my pants). Finally the thing drops out and it is mostly dead thank goodness. I grab my shoe and smash it as hard as I can. It is now fully smooshed in my garbage can. That little bastard.
Luckily wasp stings don't seem to hurt as much as I remember, but I am still subconciously wondering how long it takes for allergic reaction to set in. I'm sure if it was gonna, it would have already, so I think I am safe for now. If you remember, or even if you don't, read this blog to remind yourself how I feel about wasps. What's the deal with me getting trapped with wasps? It's not a good thing.
I have a stingy feeling in my leg. /whine and /cry
I hope your trip home was more pleasant!