Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Why I Like My Boyfriend

Just as I was ready to have a major meltdown at work, Bill sends me this link out of the blue...

No prior discussion on the subject had been had today. Guess he just knew I needed a laugh...either that or he's just as amused by farts as I am.

Carry on.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Road Rage

Dear Blue Station Wagon on the Rt. 7 Bypass in Leesburg,

My Passive Aggressive Road Rage is just as annoying as your Riding My Ass, Flashing Your High Beams At Me Road Rage. Just thought I'd remind you.

Here's the deal fuck face, it's raining out, the roads are slick, we JUST passed an accident, and you want me to go even faster? You can suck it. I'm already exceeding the speed limit. Yes, I did speed up so you couldn't pass me, that was a dick move on my part, but there is no need for you to be going that fast. Since you chose to ride my ass and flash your high beams, I chose to slow it down to the speed limit. I'm glad that you were finally able to pass me though, did that make you feel better?

It was nice to pull up behind you at the red light at Sycolin Road and see you again. Did you hear me tap my horn and see me wave at you in the rear view mirror? I hope you did, I think we shared something this morning...two very different types of road rage. You know what they say...Opposites attract ;o).

Since you were driving a station wagon, I hope you didn't have children in that car, asshole.

Drive safely,


Monday, December 15, 2008

"You can pick it up on Sunday"

So as most of you know, I'm kind of a slave to my job. I don't know why, it's not a "sexy" job and it's not what I'm going to school for. It's a very difficult job in that I have to deal with so many different personalities and I've had to learn how to balance my personality with theirs to make a successful working relationship.

I often come into the office on the weekends to catch up on administrative tasks that I wasn't able to get to during the week due to numerous phone calls from angry homeowners or the "drop by" visits from contractors that break my concentration. I'm not married and I don't have any children so this isn't a hardship my non existent family. My boyfriend lives 643.86 miles away (yes, I've mapquested it) so it's not like I'm missing out on quality time with him. It is however, creating a "monster" out of my "clients."

Recently, I've received two, what I find to be, very disturbing emails. One of them read "You can pick them up on Sunday afternoon." This was in reference to two letters that needed signature from a client. The other read "Were you planning to drop them off during the week or on the weekend. " This was in reference to some reference materials for a client.

Have I created total monsters by replying to emails at 11 Pm and 5:30 AM, or answering my emails on Sunday afternoons? Have I given the impression that because I am single and do not have a family, that I am willing and pleased to work on the weekends...that I should come to your house and drop something off on a Sunday afternoon?

I envy my co-worker who leaves the office at 5 PM every day and doesn't come in on the weekends. She gets all of her work done. Why am I such a fanatic about this job? Why am I so obsessed? Why don't I put so much effort into my schooling or my personal relationships as I do for this job, which has clearly given me nothing more than the presumption that I am pleased to be at your service, 24/7.