Say Anything.

Dad came home from the hospital yesterday.

I've left 3 messages for our home loan processor and 1 for his supervisor. I had to stay on hold with another department for like 15 minutes just to get a hold of someone in the loan processing department. For fuck sakes, return a fucking phone call.

My sister is coming to visit in 2 weeks. I haven't seen her in 2 years because she lives in Michigan. So like the smart fucks we are we decide to tear our living room up. So now my house looks like some one thought this was the city dump. I dunno where to even begin to try and clean up. And the baby and I are sick to top it off! Oh and our furnace isn't working. The pilot light won't stay light...lit? whatever! So I have no heat. And of course Erik thinks he can fix it. Once we get paid on Friday we're ARE getting mouse poison. I can't take hearing them anymore. And they violated my private space.

Sorry to hear that Roz I hope they pull their heads out of their asses real quick.

I'm black and yes, I have a big penis

*sigh*

Does ANYONE know anyone who can translate Portuguese AND is familiar with crochet??? I found this site with some really cute baby stuff to make, http://magiadocrochet.blogspot.com/2008/05/como-fazer-casaco-de-bb-azul-crochet.html in portuguese. And the crochet terms won't translate well, so it makes no sense. I took 4 years of portuguese in high school; do you think I can remember any of it? Nope! :no

*sigh*

What? you cant understand that? its clear as day!



:lol

/petty whining vent on

*snarls* Stupid weight loss challenge / competition I am in with some people from work has me SOOOOOO frustrated. They let a summer college intern join after we started, pro rated her entry because of that (the rest of us put in $100 so the pot is almost $1200 split between 1st - 3rd) and then we had to extend it since one of the guys was sent out of town for a project so he wouldn't be available for final weigh in. Fine, no problem. Except that the intern has been back to school for several weeks now and just emailing in her weekly weight with a snapshot of her scale reading. Sounds fair enough, except she is in first place and losing 3+ lbs a week. She's not a "big" girl either from what I was told, never met her. But come ON.... I know how to fake a scale reading easy as could be. She's gonna win $700ish dollars and it is driving me mad. Granted part of that is since I am in 3rd, neck and neck with 2nd. So I would have had a shot at that money myself if not for her. We're going by percentages so even though I am losing quite a lot the math of me being able to beat her is almost impossible especially at her current rate of "loss" since I am a "big" girl. I want to say its not fait to let her stay in (and several people not involved have told me to say as much too) but I know it will sound petty and spiteful. Which it is, but somewhat justifiable as well I feel.

I can't even be happy about passing the 1/3 of my loss goal and being close to half.. just get so mad..!! Oh and WHY is never ending pasta bowl on at Olive Garden NOW when I can't enjoy it? I wait *all year* for it!

*screams*

/petty whining rant off

I would have to say that $700 is NOT petty! While I could never in good concience cheat like that (no really, I couldn't!) I certainly can imagine there are plenty of people out there who would! I would say she can't have the money until she's there in person and can prove the loss of weight! :rant

*steps down from the soapbox*

SO I'm in the mens' room, doing my standing duty.

Another guy comes in and takes up the other urinal. Guy's Code of Peeing states "DO NOT TALK EXCEPT TO GREET." Well he starts commenting about my lunch choices! I tell him to give me a minute to answer. He looks all insulted as if I had dissed his mom's marinara sauce. We head to the sink at the same time.

So he says "I hear you had a salad again for lunch."
"Every day, Joel."
"Every day?"
"Every day." says I.

"What about stuff you WANT to eat, like fried stuff?"
"Nope." Of course I eat it very rarely, but I'm not going to melt his brain with the details. He has enough trouble focusing on peeing!
"What about steak?"
"I can't eat red meat, Joel."
"You can't?"
"Nope."
"Not even if it's chopped real fine? I like my chopped steak."
"No, Joel, anything red meat. Burger. Steak. Meatballs. I can't eat it."
"What about chicken?"
"As long as it's not fried, Joel." I have to say his name repeatedly because if I don't, he'll forget it. He forgets MINE, and we've been working together for 4 years... and sometimes I'll call him (or try to transfer a customer) and say "Hi Joel" and he'll say "Who?"

We're both done washing our hands. "So you have to eat salad every day, huh."
"No, I choose to, because I like to be able to work for more than fifteen minutes at a time."
"So that's it then," he says.
"What's it?" I'm confused and I just want to get away from him by now.
"That's why you're so fucking miserable all the time."

haha /comfort

'Only when I'm forced to talk while urinating, Joel.'

Darsa - was there something specific that you wanted translated? I know a couple of crafty people who speak Portuguese, but they are both incredibly busy and I wouldn't want to ask them to do the entire site...

Good grief,Mileron! I've heard about going to great lengths to annoy someone but following them into the loo to discuss lunch has got to be a new one.

LMAO - sorry, but I can so hear the attitude in Mileron's voice during that conversation.

I'm getting a lil scared =( Ike is barreling down on us, with Houston firmly on the dirty side of the hurricane as of this morning's projections. My office is letting the warehouse staff go as soon as things are secure and the office people will get an email soon as to when we can go. Mayor of Houston called for evacuations of zones A & B. I live in C. Going to go to the stores with everyone else in the city and fight over the last dented cans of off brand things =/

Oh and Bobby who works for the SAME parent company as mine... but in a different business unit and location (along with a bunch of my friends...!) is probably going to be expected to go to work tomorrow!

=(

Ike's name sake is sorry. You guys be careful, temp!

*hugs* Be safe Temp!

I visit this to track the storm - http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26295161/

WTF is wrong with people? Just chased some drunk guy out of my yard AGAIN. He claims to have not seen the fucking 2 foot high NEON ORANGE no trespassing signs, or the NEON YELLOW ropes across any access point not the driveway. Not to mention this is not the first time we have asked him to leave. Think I will just let the dog out next time.

Yes, let that little monster out :) Or maybe get your daughter to ask him some questions! :lol

So, every stinkin' morning, Monday through Friday, I print the same thing, every single morning. Mail has to go out and faxes need to be sent. Every morning I do this, on our good letterhead paper. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY does my boss feel that that's the perfect time to print all of her freakin' stupid emails and shit at that same particular time on our shared printer???? ARRRRGH

Ahhh, I feel better. :)