What the hell?

So I got home from big bad work today at like 5, (I'm opening all this week for the boss lady, more on that later) Anyway, have been going non-stop ever since. Wanna know how you know you're a grown up? SPRING FREAKING CLEANING!!! I spent 45 minutes today going through ONE bathroom drawer, and nooooooobody told me too. I just got this bug in my ear today that I need to clean my bathroom. Tomorrow it's the bedroom, and nooooobody told me to do that either. I say again, WHAT THE HELL??? Now I'm a big fat cleaner freak, and not just cleaning, sorting, and throwing away, and donating, I'm only 22! Don't I have a few more years of slobness left in me?? Apparently not. And yesterday I dug a hole, a big damn hole! I have a blister and everything! I helped my dad plant his new oak tree. And after all this, I have no bitching this week! Definitely one for the date book... Weird...

So I feel like such a shit about work now. My bosses father in law died Saturday, and her mom had sugery and her youngest son is graduating from high school Wednesday. So really what the hell do I have to complain about? Absolutely nothing. Don't worry Im sure I'll come up with something in the next few days. Anywho!! Traumatizng week for the boss lady so I'm trying desperately to be nice and it's working, it helps that she's not working this week, hence the opening every day which is actually quite refreshing. We have a new guy at work too, his name's Isaac, he's hilarious and is fitting in very well. So this week has been mostly tolerable. Actually it's been good... can't complain... could but won't. I got to hang out with my sis missuz J and go shopping then hung out with the Sophinator Saturday, and Sunday, and today and then I will tomorrow, a triple dose of Sophie is the very best medicine boogers and all. And hanging out with her is the best, today she totally inspired me while we were playing kitty. I think I'm gonna write a series of childrens books called Mak and Cheese with a little Sophie aged girl who's obviously mighty damn adorable and has this totally brilliant imagination. It's gonna be great. And all of you can say "I knew her when..." and I'll be able to blog my fabulous book tour. I can see it all now....

Alrighty here's your quote for the day and then I'll be done for the night. Sorry for my blog slack.

A good friend will bail you out of jail,
A great friend will be sitting next to you saying, man that was dumb...

Not in jail, most is well...

K so couldn't write last week without more venting and bitching and whining so I decided to just abstain. Things are feeling lots better this week. Not nearly as vicious about life. Boss and I had it out Wednesday, then Friday she cried, I cried whatever. Anyway!!! All is back to normal. I'm applying for a couple jobs this week have an interview tomorrow. I think that now that I'm on my way out I have a better perspective, as long as I'm really on my way out. You'd think that with a week past and no blogging I'd have something more interesting to say...but I don't, so I will ponder a good quote for you.

The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it. ~George Bernard Shaw

or

My grandpappy saw his reflection in the pond thought it was him and drowned trying to save himself from drowning. ~ Seth Macfarlane

Sit back friends for there is much to vent...

Ok so it's been an awfully long week for only being Tuesday. My boss drives me crazy. It would take far too long to describe the many hundreds of ways she drives me crazy but I'm sure in my blogs you'll learn to loathe her too. Todays big issue is the fact that she never EVER gives a straight answer....EVER! She has no spine and therefore won't answer any question with any answer that MIGHT piss someone off. For instance this morning she called me at 6:30 in the freaking morning to tell me she was sick and that I needed to open and cover her shift (she's also a terrible hypochondriac) So I am very sleepy and grumpy and worked the morning by myself then my friend got to work and we proceeded to bitch about our looney freaking boss which made everything better. So back to the straight answer problem. I called my freaking boss to see if she thought she'd be back tomorrow. So now we have a problem, she doesn't want to answer no because she's afraid of pissing me off. And she doesn't want to say yes because that won't get her any pity, which she wouldn't anyway because as I mentioned "I'm insensitive so I don't care". So I get uhmmm, well, I guess well, uhmm, I don't know, you open and well, uhm, I don't know. I just want to freaking shake her! So yesterday was a 10 hour day, today was a 10 hour day, and tomorrow will be too, because again I'm opening, and I have to close with her IF she comes. So if I stop writing, find me in prison, cuz I killed her.

As I mentioned it's been a very hard week and I desperately need a vacation. My dear sweet sisters met up in Flagstaff this last weekend for mother's day, which ok, it's mother's day I'm not a mother, whatever, not my fault. It kind of makes me a little sad to be honest. They've always been really close and I realize the last thing they wanted to do when I was little was hang out with the annoying little sis, but I'm 22 now and it just kinda makes me sad to think that I'm still the annoying little sis. I know Becky loves me, and we hang out and it's great, we're the last two left in town and we've gotten closer. Mandy and Becky are best buds which I get, they're really close in age and I'm just tagged on to the end like 7 years later. I have my interests, they have theirs, but sometimes I feel like there's this big sisters club that I'm just never gonna be a part of. Ick, I don't want to hurt feelings, and I don't want anyone to feel bad. Me and Becky are good friends, me and Mandy co-exist. Mandy and Becky are the best friends, and it boils down to I'm just jealous, I don't know how to fix it, I probably can't anyway... LOVES and don't feel bad Boo, it's not a big deal. I just wish I was part of the club, I hope you're not mad. Loves!

A Mighty Quote for You to Love:

Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about. ~Lynn Johnston

Hooray for Friday!

Friday's are a very happy day. The clock strikes 6 and suddenly it's the weekend. Two days of no crazy boss types, no ornery customer types, and no HAVING to be anywhere. So nice! I haven't blogged in awhile. Wednesday I was sick and just laid around and slept when I got home from work, and Thursday I got to tend Sophie, which is the greatest ever! I got to her house and she was in her high chair, stripped to the waist and covered in spaghetti sauce from nose to naval. Which is my favorite look for her. She wasn't very excited to see me though. She knows mommy's about to leave when aunt Katy comes, and usually has a toddler glare or two for me. This time she frowned and went back to her dinner so I played a little computer scrabble (which I suck at) and let her be. Mom and dad snuck out when they thought she wasn't looking but she caught on fast. Suddenly all was silent which to anyone around kids ever, means trouble on the horizon. I turned to see her sweet little arms folded and her head down in a full-on mope. When I asked her if she was done with dinner she looked up at me with those big beautiful blues and her little lip just started trembling, followed closely by big fat tears rolling down her precious cheeks, which just breaks my heart! As I mentioned she was covered in spaghetti sauce so I did a very quick (and not overly thorough) wipe down and released her from the high chair, at which point she started wandering the house looking for mommy, still crying.

My experience with Sophie when she's like this is to just let her be. No amount of cuddling or loving can happy her up any faster than just letting her cry it out. I simply pointed out that mommy would be back soon and not to worry, Auntie K was there to see to her every need and let her cry. As I suspected in mere moments she had happied up and was ready to "hang out" so we played with a silky and made a snuggle tent, played the little kitten that lost her mittens, and played puppy, which of course entailed a lot of licking. It was great. She's the perfect remedy for whatever ails ya.


Today's point to ponder: Uhm, which is scarier? A clown sized spider or a spider sized clown? Sorry it's late, I'm tired, can't think of a better one.

A Red in a Sea of Blues

So my loony boss made us all take that color personality profile test today. I was a red, one of three reds in the office. Which basically means I'm stubborn, driven, and insensitive, which my boss has decided to mention at every possible oppurtunity, for instance, "I was on the phone with the phone company for three hours last night, but you don't care because you're insensitive." Or, "I've sure had a long day, but you don't care because you're insensitive." I can't decide if she's joking or not. I don't think she is. Everyone else in my office tested as blues or yellows, which means they try to make everyone else happy, which drives me crazy. I used to be like that, but it's WAY to much work. So the blues don't understand the few reds, and the reds understand the blues but want to convert them to the darkside so they can just worry about themselves and leave us the hell alone. But blues have their place too I suppose.

I got to see the EHB from my Eureka blog today. That was a sucky moment. The girls at work needed a caffeine fix so I went to the nearby gas station to get Pepsi's. Now I knew that EHB worked there but I didn't realize she was back from maternity leave yet. So I pulled in just as she was getting to work and I thought is that the EHB? Yes I think it is. RUN AWAY!! But by then she had seen me and I couldn't run away so I got brave and went in and got my Pepsi's and paid (almost shoplifted a pack of bubble gum on accident, another story) Anyway!! I was waiting for the girl to ring up so I could pay and be off and the other employees were talking to EHB asking questions and she couldn't answer them since she was hiding from me. Then someone asked her who had the baby, and she said "His daddy" really loud and I thought, "Hmmm, I wonder which one..." But I was a good girl and didn't say anything! Be proud!

YAY!! The Phantom of the Opera came out on DVD today. Happy day! I must abmit it's not nearly as cool on the small screen though, I think I may have blown out the speakers on my TV, you need volume for this show!! But I'm very excited. I love this show, the marketing bastards/geniuses are releasing it in two sweeps though, they got everybody all excited for it to come out and then throw in OR wait two weeks and get the special edition, well, I'm a big dork, and bought the first release cuz I just had it in my head that I NEEDED it, and then knowing me, I'll buy the other release and pass this one down to some lesser fan :).

BTW, my Jabba the Hut cake turned out pretty good. I think there's a link to it on my Big Sis' page if you want to see it.

Today's point to ponder:
"True bravery is when a man comes home late after partying to much with the boys and after his wife beats him with her broom, he still has the nerve to say, were you cleaning up or were you flying somewhere?"