still crabby
So yeah, as the title says, I am still crabby. Luckily this is the last day i have of being at work at 7am. i don't think i could do it one more day. next week, the manufacturing is going to be shut down, so i won't have to be in until 9am!!! you know what irks me? when my cube-mate starts off a sentence with "now i'm not racist, but.." and proceeds to finish the sentence with something that sounds suspiciously racist. that irks me. you know what else irks me? when Talker Joe wants to be friends with my mom, but is embarrassed to be seen with her. he wants her to do some work around the house for him, but he'll pick her up, so no one will see her car in front of his house. that's just really really really mean. my sister yelled at him, and threw him out of the shop. she had finally had enough of him depressing mom. unfortunately, she didn't get to eject him physically from the building by way of a second-story window. that irks me. the final irksome thing i will be discussing here is that my boyfriend sees it fit to gripe about how over-protective my mom is. a lot. excessively. too damn much. like i don't freaking know she's overprotective? i know. if anyone knows, it's me.