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I’m glad it’s Friday. It felt like this week went really fast. It was kind of a sucky week as I was battling a sinus headache for a few days. I had an event to coordinate Wednesday night. I didn’t buy raffle tickets for it. No one told me I needed to buy raffle tickets. I have no prior experience with this event to have known to buy raffle tickets. Regardless, the lady hosting the event was pissed. Pissed! As in evil eye and glances in my direction as she’s talking about me.
I didn’t want to be there anyway, it had been dumped on me by someone else. I made sure everything was set up, the A/V worked properly and had all the food and drink. It was a 13-hour day for me, my feet were killing me, and here’s someone acting like a child because I didn’t buy raffle tickets.
I improvised and provided a small note pad and pens for people to write down their names, as well as a box in which to put the pieces of paper. In the end, everyone’s name was drawn and everyone won a prize anyway, so I really don’t know what the big deal was.
So, whatever. It’s Friday AND payday, and the sun is shining. I’ll drink to that!
Today, I told my mom that I’ve been accepted to massage therapy school. Her response was Oh! Cool! And then she went on to talk about how if she could stand needles and blood then she’d study to be a phlebotomist because she heard they’re in demand and can make good money. But since she can’t handle the blood or needles perhaps she could do medical billing or be a medical transcriber (transcriptionist?). And so on.
My mom’s not one to steal anyone’s thunder, and I’m not one to crave the spotlight, but sometimes I’m a little selfish and want it to be about me. I thought this was some pretty interesting news to share, and expected more of a response. As in, what made you think of that or where are you going to take classes? Or even, I’m proud of you for trying something new.
So, that takes me back to my thing about not being “that person”. The one who always has a better, more important story to tell, and who can’t wait to tell it.
Do NOT ask a man to buy feminine products for you. It is not a test, it is not funny, and you’re giving us a bad rep. Seriously, your period comes once a month, every month – I think you can be prepared.
After all of my complaining about all bad news, all the time, I found this. That’s what I’m talking about! All good news, all the time.
I hate that our cleaning guys empty my trash twice a day. And not just empty my trash, but take the whole trash bag out and replace it with a new one. That big trash bag that contains 3 used tissues, an orange peel, and a piece of chewed gum. Really? Twice a day you’re wasting a perfectly good trash bag for nothing. It’s not like it stinks! And the orange peel actually makes it smell nice. Go away, trash freaks. I won’t be part of your environment-killing, two-bag-a-day habit.
When I’m driving and someone does something to make me mad, I think in my head, “Fiery car crash, Fiery car crash”. Yes, I say/think it twice because that double the intensity of the curse. What? So I wonder If I had kids in the car, would the other phrase that begins with an F be better or worse? And, why is it “fiery” and not “firey”?
