Bless Her

Dear God,

Please bless the gas station attendant that woke up Christmas morning, went to her job, and thankfully let me in so that I didn't pee all over myself given the fact that no other gas station was open. Let her win the lottery or something, she's awesome.

Ari

Trudging Ahead

It's been a tough week. I don't think I have ever truly felt like a grinch during Christmas, but this year, I guess I would nominate myself for that title. It's not one I would be proud of, trust me. Three deaths and two funerals this week, one was a double funeral, for two little sweet angels. I just can't seem to pull myself out of the muck.

Kade put up the tree by himself this year, because I was working so much and to be honest, I couldn't get myself to do it. I bought him some special sweets and we watched a movie together. We are making plans to choreograph that "Down" song by Jay Sean. I have no idea why.

I guess I am ready for 2010. It has to be better next year. Good things will happen. I have to believe that. I guess I have just never had such a horrible year before. It seemed like we had a perpetual cloud over our heads. Well, I for one, am ready for the sunshine.

It's Called Social Grace

I do believe invited guests should GRACIOUSLY accept the accomodations the host provides. I do believe invited guests are just that - guests. You are not at a hotel. You do not get to complain to the concierge or in the case, my husband. If you do not like the way the host or hostess runs their home, that does not give you carte blanche to demand or harp over how you think it should be. Perhaps if you should want to act this way, by all means, I will be more than happy to show you the exit and give you directions to the nearest Holiday Inn. It wasn't my idea for you to stay here, anyway.

I have to deal with people like you every day at work. What makes you think I would enjoy it at my home. MY HOME. Not yours. The next time you want to harp over how you think my dog should be groomed, how about you look in the mirror? Because I do not think your hair was shampooed at all in the three days you stayed. The only positive remark I will give will be on behalf of myself for truly learning tolerance and patience. I think I should be given a medal. You wouldn't even begin to know how badly I wanted to erupt. But I did not. But then perhaps I have something you don't, for I never would have behaved the way you did were I a guest in your home.

Over It

In the peaks and valleys of life, I could call myself a valley girl right now. I'm low. I know I am fortunate to have what I have. I do count myself lucky, but that still doesn't mean I still can't be low. Why is it that the harder you work, the more the lazier people will get away with? Why is it that when you hold the lazy people accountable, suddenly you are too hard on people and not patient enough?

I know I am not perfect. I know I have things to work on. But I am as damned close to perfection as my workplace will ever see. Not trying to toot my own horn at all. Just tired of being walked on and sacrificing home life for people that just don't give a damn and never will. But it's a recession, so one must be thankful that one even has a job when many others don't. I realize this and if it weren't for my family, I would've already burnt this bridge with a verbal blowtorch and a few spare snarky nukes for good measure.

I hate complacency and apathy. To anyone out there, that just plods through life without a care, making others work harder because of your ineptitude, eff you. Eff you to hell.