My Friday started out like any other. I stopped at Starbucks as a treat to myself because I was a good girl all week and didnâ€™t eat out. Not once. So I figured a coffee was in order.
Things quickly went downhill. They made a mess of my cup. It was sticky and gross by the time I got to the office. Had I realized this, I would have insisted on a do-over.
I got to the office and the very second I step foot across the threshold where that broad sits and sees me coming in, I get, â€œI need help with something.â€ :dead: Kinda makes you want to swan dive over a sword.
I had only had two or three sips of my coffee and I hadnâ€™t even put my purse down yet. God help me. Since I was called for Jury Duty, I knew I needed to rearrange my schedule somewhat so I did that with the doctorâ€™s office and rescheduling my sonâ€™s doctorâ€™s appointment. I get that all squared away and I send an email to Supervisor Extraordinaire telling her of the change in plans.
Meanwhile, I put the lunch away in the fridge, start coffee for the rest of the office, turn on the copier so it can warm up for the dayâ€¦take a deep breath and head over to see what that broad wanted.
Okay hereâ€™s my biggest gripe about people. If you donâ€™t know the answer and have exhausted every avenue of searching for the answer, THEN ask me a question. But do not, under any circumstances, throw your hands up in the air because youâ€™re either too stupid or too lazy to look for something. And then when I DO tell you where to find this answer, donâ€™t scroll through so fast you canâ€™t even see the files. :yelling:
Back at my desk, Iâ€™m trolling through email finding my happy place whenâ€¦ yet another disturbance. One of the field workers wants me to download pictures from the camera. Itâ€™s 7:45 am, folks. So I look right at him â€“ because this guy gives me the heebie-jeebies anyway â€“ and I say, â€œYou knowâ€¦Iâ€™m not officially on the clock yet.â€ Despite this somewhat bitchy statement, I take the :censored: media card from him and download the pictures.
Of course, as the leach is leaning over my desk doing his best to look down my shirt, he says, â€œIs that your boy?â€
Yes. Yes, that is my dear sweet child of which I have no interest in discussing with you. Of course then Iâ€™m subjected to pictures of his illegitimate child. A daughter. Who is damn proud of being eight years old, according to this dad. Great. Thanks for sharing, Iâ€™ll log that away.
This man has, by far, the worst teeth in the world. There this new thing called a dentist office. Hello.
I know. Iâ€™m totally being a bitch here. But I call â€˜em like I see â€˜em.
The rest of the day followed along and I stayed out of my seat talking as much as possible just so I wouldnâ€™t have to deal with that broad. But then things went awry again with events I canâ€™t discuss here and of which I wish for death. And not mine.
I finally make it to five and I dash for the door. I decided on the way home I was going to run home, change clothes, and get a pedicure. It was wonderful too and I now have hot pink toes with flowers on the big toes. Love â€˜em.
Today is the chapter meeting. I always look forward to spending time with the girls. Iâ€™m off to shower now and get ready.