Work---I miss 3mom. And I'm tired of people fucking parking in my goddammned spot! Now, we don't have assigned parking as in signs. But it is known to everyone who parks where. The owner, the GM, the sales manger, FI manager, my boss, me, title clerk...etc and the parking goes down. But our receptionist has always parked in my spot next to my boss. this started back in may, and I got over it. But now, the new title clerk parks in my spot. I guess the two parking spot stealers (PSS's) figure the process works by whomever is there first. NO!! NO!! and NO!!
I've yelled at sales people who park in my spot. I've had them move their cars. I've gotten 'tudes with them over this and I'm not about to let it go now at being in my 8th month of pregnancy!!
Only thing is---I dont know what to say without sounding like a total and complete idiot. I don't knwo how to bring it up. I want to put a sign---MY SPOT!
So anyway, that's what pisses me off each and every morning.
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there's the friend. I finally figured out WHY she was being like she was.
I was obsessing over this baby stuff. I'm in this "gotta have everything ready to go NOW" phase. And KS (and her later on) both said to calm down, wait till after the baby shower and you'll be fine. And of course, that's all well and good, but to me--I"m freaking out!! i need this, I need that, i don't have this, what if this happens. And KS laughs at me and thinks its funny. the friend is telling me comments like "well, just go buy everything you think you need and then take it off your registry"
UM...hello! the point of the shower is to get the things you need. I'm just freaking out b/c the shower isn't here yet and I have (I feel like) there's not much time left, and I want things to be ready! And then--if I don't get these things @ the shower, I want to know how much I'm going to need for purchasing the items.
And then I found out that she wanted to get me my bedding and that's why she was getting upset that I was freaking out and wanting to buy everything. I bought the bedding but kept goign back and forth as to whether or not to return it. Here it is:
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In writing this post I got an email from a wonderful friend of mine saying sorry how things have been lately. He enclosed and article that had me cracking up!! Thank you PB. hahaha. The funniest part is as I was reading it I noticed the writer talks about her parking spot (and I ranted about mine today)!
SPORTS GAL'S RANT
Last week, I was getting coffee with my friend Robyn and the barista was kind enough to point out maybe I shouldn't drink coffee because I'm pregnant. I thanked him for his concern and told him that I start my day with coffee and finish it with a glass of red. Then I told him to consider wiping down his counters since the risk of me getting a virus from them would be far worse for my unborn child than a cup of Joe in the morning. He shut right up. As you can tell, I have a short fuse after nine months of carrying a living being; biting my tongue just isn't in the cards anymore. So I wanted to send out some apologies for my behavior over the past few days.
Sorry to the guy who thought it was OK to stand in my potential parking spot so his family could get the prime spot in front of Pinkberry -- I wasn't really going to run you over. Sorry to the lady who thought it would be cool to talk on her cell while swerving into my lane, cutting me off and then driving 10 mph under the speed limit while I tailgated her and slammed my horn. Sorry to the guy who cuts our lawn -- I'm still not sure why you thought it was OK to move our Halloween props and ruin them, but I'm sorry just the same and you're not really fired. Sorry to the guy in front of me at Ralph's who had 20 items in the 10 item express lane. Sorry to the lady who thought it would be a "good idea" to balance her checkbook at the Citibank ATM. And sorry to the guy in the Astroburger drive-thru line who changed his order six times.
Sorry to the woman at the doctor's office who coughed 20 times without covering her mouth, then asked to borrow my magazine -- you don't know why I'm sorry, but I am. Sorry to Bill for erasing the NBA games from 20 years ago that hogged our valuable Tivo space, then pretending it was an accident. Sorry to the female driver who accused me of not planning to pick up my dog poop when I was already holding the poop bag in my hand and figuring out how to bend over when I'm pregnant, and sorry for threatening to throw the poop at her car when that's probably against the law. Sorry to my daughter for everything you've witnessed lately. And sorry for everyone who has to read this lame rant. Just don't complain to Bill about it if you know what's best for you.
I have got to start reading this article! Thanks :)
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