Plan for my vacay day: Sleep In
Status: Unsuccessful
At 830, the landline started ringing. My first thought “It’s my brother or my parents.”
What do I hear upon answering?
“All of our agents are currently busy with other callers. Please hold and ..”
*click* I hung up.
They called ME to tell me to hold the line?? ARE THEY FUCKING SERIOUS?
And before 9am, to boot! Isn’t that against regulation or something?
The last ten minutes of Top Model are as important to me as the last ten minutes of a really close football game.
I love how people who instantly assume that fashion or whatever can’t possibly be important, and so calling and going on and on about five different football games (which only started like three minutes ago!) will be met by anything other than only politeness while I try to catch what’s going on in the final judging.
I’m sick of people’s judgment. Pardon me for being feminine and not being afraid to admit it. Fuck you if you disagree.
When asked what my friends do for physical exercise, I started listing off The Girls .. ie. the girls I work with, one of whom is my boss. And then I was promptly reminded that the question was about my friends, not my boss or coworkers.
And then I realized it .. all my friends-friends no longer live in town.
So what is holding me to this city? I used to think it was the people – but who cares if I know bartenders or squash pros or other random people? The only thing left in this city is my fantastic but super-busy-and-super-married friend K, and the Hockey Player BF.
Yeah, okay – so my best friend since I was 13 is also still here – and while we talk a lot, we don’t see each other very often due to differing schedules. So really, in town or out of town, it’s the same with her.
But I also just started this new job in September .. I think I owe them a year before ditching. Hmm.
If you’re driving in winter conditions and your car slips out, the order of fault is as follows:
It is NOT your car’s fault .. the car is just the tool – without the proper handling and peripherals, even the best of cars will slide.
Bad drivers piss me off. Bad drivers who think they’re good drivers drive me effin’ nuts.
There’s nothing like below-freezing temperatures to make you want to skip the pole-fitness class and just curl up on the couch with a blanket and box of Quality Street.
Shopping when you have a 4-digit credit card balance you’re slowly trying to pay off, or eating fried pitas with additional butter at 1am when you’ve already put on 10 pounds in the last month (and you’re 5′2 so those 10 pounds REALLY show)?
I used to shop when I was depressed. Then, just before buying a ridiculously expensive treadmill for no real reason, I stopped myself and have refused to shop when feeling down.
Since then, I’m using food as my crutch. And my weight is continuing to balloon.
It’s lose-lose.
Wow, I never realized how much of a pain WordPress could be. It’s actually making me miss Blogger – and I HATED Blogger.
I always thought I was technically savvy – but this is ridiculously bothersome. So bothersome that I think I may just start looking elsewhere to host this blog.
I recently decided that a blog might be better suited to my venting rather than bat-shit-crazy e-mails to my friends. I’m sure they love me, but really – there’s only so much of my rantings they can handle.
