Monday, February 15, 2010

Is that a wart on my ring finger?

At the end of last summer, I lost my marriage of 16 years and my job within a matter of 30 days. I can't say it has been an easy road for me for the last 6 months, heck I can't even believe its been 6 months already. I am knee deep in crap. I am actually, treading water in a sea of CRAP! Not too sure which direction to swim in.

Things aren't so bad, I have to add. I am sure it could be a lot worse. The Asshat ( term of enderment) and I are actually very nice to each other, with the execption of me getting super angry on occasion and not being able to hold my lady like mouth in check. But other than the random "you suck" or "you ruined my life", things could be a lot worse I guess.

Why can't life be like a TV show, why can't I just one day wake up and I am in great apartment, with great furniture, new life, new everything? Why don't I have the job of my dreams? Why am I not divorced yet? WHY IS HE STILL HERE? Is that a wart on my ring finger?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Really? You said what?

I am not trying to fool anyone. I know I am a big girl. Always have been always will be. I know deep inside I am Kate Moss trapped in my mother's body. But I don't need gentle hints from ANYONE to tell me such. For the most part people accept me, even have been know to be my friend and walk with me in public. But are backhanded and sly comments really necessary?

I started a new job recently, and as all new jobs go, you want to impress, make friends, and generally hope people find you nice and not odd. But from the get go, straight from the gate my new co-worker finds the need to get a dig in here or there. Oh, and trust me I am not being overly sensitive.

Week #1: I am warming up a Lean Cuisine, (the office food of choice for many people I might add!) and she asks me "do you like that or are you on a diet?" WOW! Well, let's see. I am late for work and threw this in my bag, there are no food options around my new place of work and NO I am not on a diet!

Week #2: She walks over and goes "I heard you don't like your chair, do you want mine? It's too big for me, but "SHOULD" work for YOU." Ah...really, it "SHOULD" work, what is THAT supposed to mean? I am not John Goodman for Pete's sake! Chairs generally "WORK" for people no matter what their size (excluding the exceptions of course).

Now friends, this is just a taste of the comments and jabs this person delivers, almost weekly. Mostly, I have taken the high road. Laughed it off then phoned a friend to vent and complain. But I am on week #8 with this new job, not too sure my tongue won't have a mind of its own one day and just let loose! Not too sure my hormones won't be flairing one day! Not too sure my FAT ASS might not kick her MENOPAUSAL BUTT! In my mind of course. Because I am a lady, and generally nice by nature.

Thanks for taking the time to read my post!


Friday, January 29, 2010

I'm sorry

Hello everyone:

First, I must apologize for not being on this blog. My life took a sudden downward spiral and it has rocked my world. But I made a promise to myself that I will pick myself up by my boot straps and dust myself off and move forward.

People have still been rude and strange so plenty of things to blog about.

Thank you for your patience.


Back From the Hiatus, with a Query

So sorry we haven't been active on this blog for a while! I hope we haven't lost too many of our adoring fans.

Today I would like to pose a question to you, as I can't decide whether this is just weird or if it actually violates some rule of etiquette. Therefore, I leave it to you to decide.

There is a certain person that doesn't work for my employer, but visits the building on a regular (e.g. at least weekly) basis. Every time she comes in she makes a pit stop in the restroom, and to put it delicately, she takes her time. And every single time she sits in the restroom for her 10 or 15 minute "break" she whips out her cell phone.

Now, it's one thing if you send a quick text from the toilet. It may be a little weird but no one really has to know, right? If one does so with the sound turned all the way up on her phone, making it obvious to anyone else who happens to also be in the restroom what she's doing... Okay, fine. Text away shamelessly, that's your business I suppose.

But it's quite another thing to carry on a full telephone conversation while sitting in the stall. And it's a whooooole other thing entirely to be carrying on said conversation with the phone on SPEAKER.

Yeah, I said speaker phone! In the bathroom!! Whilst doing things that many women don't even admit to their significant others that they do!!!

So you tell me: Rude? Or just plain gross? And as my high school English teacher used to say, "Be specific."

Love and kisses,


Monday, October 26, 2009

Get out of my bubble!

Well first of all, I must admit it is very rude of us not to have posted any observations of rude behavior in almost a whole month!! What's going on? Has the world suddenly become a kinder, gentler, and more considerate place? Or have the masses started reading this blog and seen the error of their ways?

Hmm... doubtful. More likely we authors have just been too busy and too lazy to post (respectively - I'm the lazy one).

So now, I give you my bubble story.

I was standing in line at Subway last week when another woman got in line behind me. Once I got to the counter I could feel her presence. As I moved down the counter to have ingredients added to my sammy she was literally standing just inches to my left. If we'd been outside she would've been in my shadow. She wasn't touching me, but if I leaned just so, she would have been.

I just don't understand this. Was she trying to get closer to her sandwich? Was she trying to figure out the best way to steal my purse? Did she just like the way I smelled? (I do bathe every day!)

I get that not everyone requires a three-foot bubble around their person in order to feel comfortable, and some people have no need for "personal space" at all. But why not err on the side of caution, and take a step back to ensure another person's comfort? Besides, you never know if they'll be wearing dirty undies that day... (No, I wasn't!)

I admit that sometimes when this happens to me I move my purse around just enough to nudge the offender with it, you know, to let them know they're a TAD close. Not very polite, and I do save that for extreme situations. (Although, in extreme situations the purse-nudge never works, but it does make me feel a tiny bit better.) Besides, this lady was rather diminutive and I probably would have gotten her right in the head. What do you think - is it acceptable/polite to ask someone standing in your "personal space" to move? How would you handle the situation? Have you ever asked someone to get out of your bubble?