Sunday afternoon I was talking to Erin over IM and said that I would be home but I wasn't working and then lo and behold on Monday, Jeff called and said they hours for me if I wanted them...
And you all know my inability to Just Say No...except to drugs and water ice.
So Tuesday I went over to Parkside to see when they wanted me and with the exception of taking off the tableclothes, nothing had changed. I had been telling people all summer that after Labor Day we would start to renovate and expand and not a thing had been done. I was glad, though, because at least I was still coming home to my Same Shit Different Day job where things were just as I had remembered them. It was a good thing.
All those people who say "The Only Constant Is Change", kiss my ass!
What is different, though, is that we have a new driver guy Josh who had this absolutely errie ability to figure out people after only talking to them for a little while.
"Being with you is like walking through a mine field. You have these things that set you off and I know they're out there, but I don't know what they and what it'll take to make you explode."
Okay, so never really looked at it that way before, and that's naturally more eloquent that I could possibly say something, but that is SO true and I never really realized it. I was just talking to Tracey about this and she totally agreed.
I have opinions on things like abortion, religion, politics, the Great Pumpkin, etc but I really don't put much energy into these views...But god forbid somoene should eat mayo in front of me, use Power Point, or have their Nissan key cover flipped up because that would piss me off to no end. Don't get me started on people who pretend to be pure Italian when they're really not and then correct your pronunciation of words like ricotta or the assholes who turn off their turn signal as soon as an inch of their wheel gets into the other lane...but what do I think about the President of the United States...wait, which one is he again?
Yeah, exactly...that's me.
I've really been pondering all this since Josh gave that analysis of me and I've suddenly because aware of just how many fucked up little "things" I have that just will bug me and eat away at my soul until I died. It's probably not healthy, but it is pretty damn funny, you have to admit!
I can leave my hairballs stuck to the shower wall for weeks at a time, but I will re-write a handwritten note numerous times until all my handwriting is deemed accetable by me.
I am so fucked up!
How have you people put up with me for so long?
The only good reason I can think of for me not being dead right now is that half the people I know are too lazy to kill me themselves and hired a bounty hunter who happens to be taking his dear sweet time in getting the job done.
I'm probably going to have a massive heart attack at the age of 22.
No wait. I'll have a massive heart attack on October 3rd so that I died without the satisfaction of BEING 21. Yes, that's more like it. Bitterly ironic.
So, in conclusion, thanks to everyone who has put up with me and all my shit these past twnety years or less, because I never realized what a feat that is. I love you all. Especially my roommates and best friends who often bear the brunt of all this on a daily basis...
"She used WHAT font!?!"