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Well, this week went on fast.
I guess September for us is kinda fast, due to the fact that we have the Independance festivities, and this year, being the Bicentennial, we have two more days off. And moi, has a week, sort of, off too.
Sometimes I yearn for the old times, when the Independance was a big deal, we used to get a brand new wardrobe, cause Spring started, we used to plan the holidays carefully, and us as a family used to go out to fancy places for lunch or dinner... now it's not a big deal, at least not for me.
This year my sister Marcela and her family will be in Europe, Monica in her own little world, and me... alone.
I don't mind, I'm used to that. Maybe like last year, Marcia and I can get together and go out for lunch. Time will tell.
No matter, this week felt short.
We had pay day in the middle, and that makes the time fly by. We started decorating the office, and the process started once again.
This month will be short, and we have to close by the 16th, all because the 17th the whole ID thing starts. I'm just glad i get to sleep my ass off during 10 days.
On other news, Marcia, the woman I was replacing (not my step mom) came back to work after a year of being away because of her pregnancy and baby having.
I met her a while ago, she was nice and all, and her baby is beautiful, but I don't like her. There's something about her and my skin felt it. I'm just keeping my distance, and from what I've felt, she doesn't like me either.
Well, what's there to like, people usually like me for the wrong reasons and that's ok. I just try to be civil, but nice is a little hard.
I don't like lazy people, and she's the kind. Plus she's a diabetic and she blames her mistakes on that, everybody does. I'm sick and tired of hearing *Oh, well. You know she's a diabetic, and when her sugar goes down, she screws up*...wait, WHAT?!
Can you honestly blame the fact that you suck to a disease? Ahem, no.
If it were to be that way, Hey! I have a brain tumor. Does it make me stupid? No, I don't think so.
Do I use it as a secret screw up/excuse my stupidness joker card? No, I don't. I'm bigger than that.
That pisses me off. And also the fact that, for the past two days she's been working, she's been running more personal errand than working. I have to sneak around when the boss is in a meeting and no one is bitching me to have a smoke, and I hold my pee as much as I can, to the verge of a kidney disease just because I'm responsible, and some people just call the baby/mommy card to get the fuck out. Is that fair? No, it's not.
Friday I just had to laugh. See, I was using her desk as mine, cause that was what the boss said. But as she was coming back, I had to *move* to the desk next to hers. It used to belong to Pury, so I was fine. And many of the stuff I used were hers (stapler, scissors, calculator). So, Wednesday, the secretary was commanded by the boss to buy me new stuff and make them my own, but as our secretary is a cunt (excuse my french), she didn't, so I gathered up the things that were left over by the dead in combat ex coworkers, and I'm using them while Cuntcretary buys me my stuff. All I kept was the pair of scissors, because i was using them.
Well, Friday Marcia got mad because I was still using the scissors... what a freaky hormone explotion.
Whatever, I gave them back, but not without thinking of stabbing her with them. I didn't do it just because she's a diabetic and probably with her blood spilled we'll be getting more ants than an anthole.
Ok, that was cruel, my husband and my best friend are diabetics, and I really have respect for that disease, I just dislike her a lot.
Friday also was a meeting day. The boss closed up in her office with the coordinators... one of which is my dearest Joannie.
I knew what the meeting was about cause, well, she's my source. And the meeting was because the boss decided, as she hates the fact that inside the office there are friendships, she's gonna change us all... well, not all.
I know pretty much all the changes, where we will move, and even if i'm sad cause she separated me from my office pal, I get to keep the boys, Marcia will be sent to another office, I'm taking back her desk, which will be my desk again, and we get another guy (one of my buddies) in too. So, I'll be pretty much the Queen of my office, lol.
Oh well, I don't mind as long as sugar mommy is not around me.
One low of the week was the unexpected rain we had Thursday afternoon.
It started slow, like soft rain, muchly appreciated, being this a polluted city. Gladys, Ely and I got outta the office late (hey, I need my extra time, I'm paying for a freaking root canal), we carried some umbrellas from an office closet, and it was fine. Ely and I went to the bakery store, to get a cake for her sister's birthday, and when we got out of the store, mother F! it was pouring.
We got into a drug store to get money out of the ATM, and it seemed the water increased into a tropical storm. For a moment I thought we were having our own Earl (Earl, by the way... gayest name for a storm ever. What? Do you think by naming it Earl, the freaking thing was gonna come wearing a silk scarf and sipping a cup of tea?! WTF!)... but no. Some sort of cold and wet wave came, fucking everything up for us, the pedestrians.
We had a hard time getting a cab, cause this city is so badly built, five minutes of rain made everything collapse. The streets were sinking in water, and with them all of us.
Plus, I HAD to go to church, so I made the cabby take me downtown. Traffic jams were so annoying. It was like, cars got wet and the drivers got stupid. Man!
I got to my destination, but the street was pooled, so the drivers left me a block away. It was ok, I had an umbrella... damn it.
Half block away, my boot were so soaked, I was actually slipping inside them. And I was wearing two pairs of socks (don't stare at me), so wet my feet weighed more than my entire body.
Once inside the church, the noise form the outside water pouring couldn't let me concentrate in my prayers, but I manage to get thru. I guess God must've been laughing his ass off.
Whatever, I got out of there wishing for the rain to stop, but sometimes life ain't funny. It poured and poured like it was meant for me to built an arc with my box of matches, so I had to walk.
The drain system in my city is so crappy that all the main avenues and streets were pooled, so let's just say my boots hate me right now.
I probably walked 10 blocks, the subway was collapsed, and so were the buses and bus stops.
After walking that much, I felt like crying. I wanted to come home and be dry.
I looked up at the sky and begged God for an empty cab (cause all the ones driving by where full), and extended my hand to hail at one... Miracles do happen.
That merciful driver was going home, but he stopped cause I looked so wet and sad, that he had to stop. And I'm glad he did.
I got home so wet I could feel the bugs of a cold creeping slowly up my chest and nose, so I dried myself up, and took a couple of pills and went to bed.
Needless to say now that some bugs made it to port and I do have a cold.
Today was lazy, I slept poorly last night due to missing reasons, and I got to bed close to 2am. But I did wake up in time to have a little chat with Bee. It was fun.
Now, my sole company are the time sheets again, so I'm having a fun weekend.
Tomorrow I must mow the lawn, cause right now is so high, a family of gypsies can be living in there and I wouldn't notice.
So I guess I vented enuf, time for me to go back to work.
I guess September for us is kinda fast, due to the fact that we have the Independance festivities, and this year, being the Bicentennial, we have two more days off. And moi, has a week, sort of, off too.
Sometimes I yearn for the old times, when the Independance was a big deal, we used to get a brand new wardrobe, cause Spring started, we used to plan the holidays carefully, and us as a family used to go out to fancy places for lunch or dinner... now it's not a big deal, at least not for me.
This year my sister Marcela and her family will be in Europe, Monica in her own little world, and me... alone.
I don't mind, I'm used to that. Maybe like last year, Marcia and I can get together and go out for lunch. Time will tell.
No matter, this week felt short.
We had pay day in the middle, and that makes the time fly by. We started decorating the office, and the process started once again.
This month will be short, and we have to close by the 16th, all because the 17th the whole ID thing starts. I'm just glad i get to sleep my ass off during 10 days.
On other news, Marcia, the woman I was replacing (not my step mom) came back to work after a year of being away because of her pregnancy and baby having.
I met her a while ago, she was nice and all, and her baby is beautiful, but I don't like her. There's something about her and my skin felt it. I'm just keeping my distance, and from what I've felt, she doesn't like me either.
Well, what's there to like, people usually like me for the wrong reasons and that's ok. I just try to be civil, but nice is a little hard.
I don't like lazy people, and she's the kind. Plus she's a diabetic and she blames her mistakes on that, everybody does. I'm sick and tired of hearing *Oh, well. You know she's a diabetic, and when her sugar goes down, she screws up*...wait, WHAT?!
Can you honestly blame the fact that you suck to a disease? Ahem, no.
If it were to be that way, Hey! I have a brain tumor. Does it make me stupid? No, I don't think so.
Do I use it as a secret screw up/excuse my stupidness joker card? No, I don't. I'm bigger than that.
That pisses me off. And also the fact that, for the past two days she's been working, she's been running more personal errand than working. I have to sneak around when the boss is in a meeting and no one is bitching me to have a smoke, and I hold my pee as much as I can, to the verge of a kidney disease just because I'm responsible, and some people just call the baby/mommy card to get the fuck out. Is that fair? No, it's not.
Friday I just had to laugh. See, I was using her desk as mine, cause that was what the boss said. But as she was coming back, I had to *move* to the desk next to hers. It used to belong to Pury, so I was fine. And many of the stuff I used were hers (stapler, scissors, calculator). So, Wednesday, the secretary was commanded by the boss to buy me new stuff and make them my own, but as our secretary is a cunt (excuse my french), she didn't, so I gathered up the things that were left over by the dead in combat ex coworkers, and I'm using them while Cuntcretary buys me my stuff. All I kept was the pair of scissors, because i was using them.
Well, Friday Marcia got mad because I was still using the scissors... what a freaky hormone explotion.
Whatever, I gave them back, but not without thinking of stabbing her with them. I didn't do it just because she's a diabetic and probably with her blood spilled we'll be getting more ants than an anthole.
Ok, that was cruel, my husband and my best friend are diabetics, and I really have respect for that disease, I just dislike her a lot.
Friday also was a meeting day. The boss closed up in her office with the coordinators... one of which is my dearest Joannie.
I knew what the meeting was about cause, well, she's my source. And the meeting was because the boss decided, as she hates the fact that inside the office there are friendships, she's gonna change us all... well, not all.
I know pretty much all the changes, where we will move, and even if i'm sad cause she separated me from my office pal, I get to keep the boys, Marcia will be sent to another office, I'm taking back her desk, which will be my desk again, and we get another guy (one of my buddies) in too. So, I'll be pretty much the Queen of my office, lol.
Oh well, I don't mind as long as sugar mommy is not around me.
One low of the week was the unexpected rain we had Thursday afternoon.
It started slow, like soft rain, muchly appreciated, being this a polluted city. Gladys, Ely and I got outta the office late (hey, I need my extra time, I'm paying for a freaking root canal), we carried some umbrellas from an office closet, and it was fine. Ely and I went to the bakery store, to get a cake for her sister's birthday, and when we got out of the store, mother F! it was pouring.
We got into a drug store to get money out of the ATM, and it seemed the water increased into a tropical storm. For a moment I thought we were having our own Earl (Earl, by the way... gayest name for a storm ever. What? Do you think by naming it Earl, the freaking thing was gonna come wearing a silk scarf and sipping a cup of tea?! WTF!)... but no. Some sort of cold and wet wave came, fucking everything up for us, the pedestrians.
We had a hard time getting a cab, cause this city is so badly built, five minutes of rain made everything collapse. The streets were sinking in water, and with them all of us.
Plus, I HAD to go to church, so I made the cabby take me downtown. Traffic jams were so annoying. It was like, cars got wet and the drivers got stupid. Man!
I got to my destination, but the street was pooled, so the drivers left me a block away. It was ok, I had an umbrella... damn it.
Half block away, my boot were so soaked, I was actually slipping inside them. And I was wearing two pairs of socks (don't stare at me), so wet my feet weighed more than my entire body.
Once inside the church, the noise form the outside water pouring couldn't let me concentrate in my prayers, but I manage to get thru. I guess God must've been laughing his ass off.
Whatever, I got out of there wishing for the rain to stop, but sometimes life ain't funny. It poured and poured like it was meant for me to built an arc with my box of matches, so I had to walk.
The drain system in my city is so crappy that all the main avenues and streets were pooled, so let's just say my boots hate me right now.
I probably walked 10 blocks, the subway was collapsed, and so were the buses and bus stops.
After walking that much, I felt like crying. I wanted to come home and be dry.
I looked up at the sky and begged God for an empty cab (cause all the ones driving by where full), and extended my hand to hail at one... Miracles do happen.
That merciful driver was going home, but he stopped cause I looked so wet and sad, that he had to stop. And I'm glad he did.
I got home so wet I could feel the bugs of a cold creeping slowly up my chest and nose, so I dried myself up, and took a couple of pills and went to bed.
Needless to say now that some bugs made it to port and I do have a cold.
Today was lazy, I slept poorly last night due to missing reasons, and I got to bed close to 2am. But I did wake up in time to have a little chat with Bee. It was fun.
Now, my sole company are the time sheets again, so I'm having a fun weekend.
Tomorrow I must mow the lawn, cause right now is so high, a family of gypsies can be living in there and I wouldn't notice.
So I guess I vented enuf, time for me to go back to work.