November 2008 Weddings
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Flameless Friday
Get your vent on!
Re: Flameless Friday
Nieces... I asked you multitudes of times to NOT post any FB pics of the triplets... per the request of their parents (and myself, too)... I know you say you have 'security', but if MY friends comment on these pics that YOU posted and they aren't YOUR friends on FB, then it's not enough security. Plus, I am sending some of them to family/friends-thanks for not letting it be a surprise... (update: DH sent SIL's an email about it. This am, both nieces removed the pics...but why did it take his word to get it done? Am I a wet noodle here?)
WORK- I am worried that I am not busy... You are having the office staff work less and I'm sitting here cutting up old magazines for my K/B idea books... Um, we'll be dead til after the New Year-which is weeks away! Please give me something to do! I made cold calls early in the fall, so that won't do it. I wrote out my holiday cards... I'll clean! I'll organize!... Give me something!
DH-I want a bigger tree this year-3'-4' doesn't cut it. If we aren't getting a real one, please help me get a faux one! You know I will be undecided between two trees, so just come with me?! And stop this-I'M DONE MAKING DECISIONS bit. It's annoying! (Love ya!)
Tree last year:
and with lights...
Friend: Ok, I know you asked me to hangout today earlier in the week and I immediately let you know H and I were going out of town for a business event. Well, I text you yesterday to let you know that business event was postponed and we could hangout if you wanted still since you were off and your H was at work and you replied saying you'd talk to your H and let me know. That means you let me know. Now I have no idea if we are or arent hanging out tonight -- I'm planning on yes. Plus H doesnt know if he needs to cook for 2 or 4 nor what to make since we gave you options of what we could do. It's not a huge deal, but I am a bit peeved.
Sickness: How about just Fvck You!! That works. I have felt like CRAPOLA all week. I have done everything I can to get well, including lots of sleep which I usually lack. Please just go away or make me sick enough to miss work. On the plus side, you make me feel naseous constantly so hopefully I will loose some weight from not eating much
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MIL: Ok, I was on your side at first about coming home for Christmas. Originally Dh and I couldnt make it bc of work, but now that this not interfereing. Dh and I still decided afterward to spend Chrsitmas in our home bc 1) We consider this our first married Chrsitmas bc now we've been married for more than a month and are settled in our home 2) We have the cats and dont want to leave them and cant really bring them 8 1/2 hours in the car with us 3) Once we have kids, we won't always make the trip and DH and I want to make our own traditions now before that. Although I wanted our own Chrsitmas, I still wanted to come home for traditions sake. Well, not anymore.
You cannot call DH every day and BEG him to come home. You spend more time on the phone with him than I get to speak to him in the entire day. The more you whine about it, the more I DONT want to come home. It was really nice for you to offfer to pay for us to fly home, but what about a car? What about our other family (aka mine) and our friends in town?? You want to pay for us to come in and then make us spend every second with you, nty. And no you cannot guilt us into coming either. Telling DH you just aren't decorating/celebrating this year bc he isn't there is NOT appropraite!! Your other son missed Christmas a few years back when FIL was in the hospital bc of cancer and you didnt say a word. So stop it. And Dh's cousins coming into town this year is not anymore persuasive. They are supposed to come every 3 years but that doesnt happen. And besides, NONE of them came to our wedding or gave reasoning why. So why would we go out of our way to see them at Christmas?
Just so you know, I was really leaning toward getting Dh to come home even if just for a day or two so we could see everyone. But since you have ranted and whined nonstop since we said we weren't coming, I am not completely against coming back. So good job and ruining any hope of us being there this year.
Dear DH: Stop fvcking yelling and screaming at the top of your lungs when watching sports. You scare the crap out of me, and plus it looks like you're going to give yourself a stroke every time. Is it really that difficult for you to tone it down a few notches? I'm not saying you can't watch your teams, I'm just saying can you not scream strings of obscenities and run around the house while watching them.
Dear Friend: I admire that you're involved with a volunteer activity, that's great. However, can you stop sending email after email asking people to donate to it for the holidays? You yourself were just complaining about being "tight on money" (total lie, and a much longer vent that I don't feel like getting into right now), so can you stop sending all these emails asking for money for your cause? There are those of us out there that really are tight on money this holiday season if you didn't know! You send multiple emails a year asking for donations for various causes (and sometimes I feel like it's a bit much...), and I've donated in the past when I can. But I really can't for every.single.thing you ask for, and definitely not every.single.time you ask for it. I already feel guilty enough for not being able to help out more than I can, your emails just make it worse.
Insurance Company: You so know that my car is worth $1500 more than what you offered. And when we proved it and lobbied for extra money you just came back with an extra $100. HUH? That's like a slap in the face. If you had offered an extra $500, I'd be fine with that because at least it's like you're trying to come to a mutual agreement. But $100 is totally like a "eh, just throw them another hundred so they'll stop complaining and we can finish up this case already." You suck. AND, it really sucks that I can't get 100% of the money now, I understand why, but it sucks because I'm on a massive time crunch now to get a new car and waiting around for your check isn't helping. If you could extend the days you'll cover my rental, that would help, but I don't feel like paying $30+ out of pocket for however long just to wait around for you to get my money to me.
Weather: WHY, of all freaking days, do you have to snow Saturday? That's the ONE day when I needed good weather to head out and test drive and buy a car. I hope I can go in Sunday, but am worried not everything will be open. UGH, why on Saturday, weather, why???
Sorry, I thought of another one. Man, it's been an annoying week...
Fed-Ex: You suck! You were supposed to deliver a package to me yesterday. According to your tracking it was on the truck and out for delivery. Well, all day yesterday I was home, did a truck come? No. Was there even a Fed-Ex truck that went through my neighborhood? No. When I checked at 6pm on tracking it said it was still out for delivery. Well, lo and behold, when I checked at 11pm it said that delivery had been delayed to today because the customer wasn't available for delivery. Excuse me, WHAT? I'm sorry, but you totally didn't even try to deliver it to me. My guess is that you just never made it to my neighborhood and so put down that reason for the delivery being delayed. If this package had anything super important or time-significant, you best believe I would've been complaining to Fed-Ex customer service about the poor service. You're lucky it's just photo albums. Now I have to sit around the house all day again when I have important errands to run. I swear you better deliver it today though jerk or I'll be even more pissed.
Ladies, I just had a severely sucktastic morning.
First of - I'm about to work my second day on two hours of sleep this week. So that's 4 hours total for the past 48 hours. I hate my back. I guess I'll be prepared when we have children.
I wake up this morning and I'm lightly trembling because my body is so tired. I once again can't eat anything because my stomach is off from the lack of sleep and I feel dehydrated from all my meds. So the morning is already not off to a great start, but I get ready, put on a cute outfit to make myself feel better, and head to work.
I get to the subway and the train clock says that the next train will arrive in 10 minutes. This is a major problem. The trains are supposed to run every 2 - 4 minutes. 10 minutes means a sardine cane. And there was already a bunch of people waiting on the platform so therefore it's probably mean that there are about 15 minutes between trains. Go MTA.
So the train I arrives, there's actually a little bit of room on the train, so I find a good spot with a bar to hold onto where I won't be squished and get on. 99% the train goes express to my stop when it's so backed up so I figure I'll a-okay.
But it doesn't. It stops at every stop despite the fact that there's no room. So by the time we reach the stop before mine, we've achieve sardine can status so when the doors open and people don't even bother trying to get the train. But then this woman comes running up to the door and tries to push her way between me and my bar (which is a distance of about 5 inches). I said, "I'm sorry, there's no room" but she keeps trying to angle her way in. I kept repeating myself until she finally shoves me as hard as she can so she can get on the train.
So I kind of flipped. I started yelling, "YOU'RE HURTING ME, YOU'RE HURTING ME. STOP STOP PLEASE STOP" but she doesn't stop shoving until she finally shoved enough people to a tiny space stand behind me, at which point she turned me and said, "Well, if you had just stepped off!" I just glared at her the best look of death I could muster and said, "I recently had back surgery. You REALLY hurt me, you ***."
I hate confrontation.So after that I was shaking. And feeling bad for calling her a *** (I know I'm ridiculous but I hate that word).
I hate this city, I hate these people, I hate my stupid, useless body. I hate that I can't do something as simple as get to work without it being an ordeal.
(Sorry, apparently I can't be brief)
Fed-Ex blows. . . We had a guest who lost his driver's license during his trip, and had someone send him his passport so he could get on his plane home with no problems. Fed-Ex's delivery confirmation told him that it was delivered to my front desk and signed for at 10:30 yesterday morning. He came at 11 to pick it up, and we didn't have it. Because it wasn't delivered to us. I called Fed-Ex and went back and forth with them for over 30 minutes, because their records showed that it was delivered to my address, and they kept insisting that I must have it. There were only 2 of us here at the time, and I don't have anyone on staff at all with the name of the person who signed for it. Finally, they got in touch with the driver, and he slunk back in to the hotel with the package. Which he had accidentally dropped off 2 buildings down the street. And this has happened before.
Dear waistline and pants, let's come to an agreement. . . Either the waistline needs to shrink, or the pants need to stretch. Mkay?
Dear cat: If I catch you peeing on one more thing I will throw you outside, I DO NOT care what DH says. You are OUT! Our house smells soooo bad and its because you are peeing on stuff!
DH: It is NOT the dog that is making the house smell. The dog pee's and poo's on the paper and then I quickly clean it all up, throw it OUTSIDE and put down new paper. IT is YOUR cat that is making this house smell. We cant have any friends or family over because I am so embarrassed by the smell. I NEVER thought I would be the person with the stinky house, and now I am and it is killing me slowly. I seriously cant deal with this.
Dear Cats and Dog: Thanks to you and your ill behavior DH and I are now second guessing TTC in the spring. We are so pverwhelmed by all your bad manenrs that we now dont think we can handle a child, let alone bring a child into a house like this. You are all less then 4 years old, so you are going to live for at least another 10+ years. So you need to get your acts together. We want to have kids,but wont bring them into a 3 ringed circus.
DH thanks for sitting on your *ss all day yesterday. It would have been awesome if you would have started dinner early yesterday like I asked you too. Instead you sleep all day and then go to the DMV at 3 in the afternoon. And when you finally do get home you immediately start talking to your girlfriend-it's really his best friend but they talk so much that I refer to them as each others girlfriend.
I had spent over 20 hours in three days working on a paper I was exhausted I really could have used a break or some help.
Cassie: I am the same way with confrontation -- it's not that I hate it, but after I am in a confrontation situation I am shaking and flustered. I feel good afterward, but still am almost in shock. Also, I always feel terrible if I say something mean to someone.
Veruca your fedex made me think of another.
DH -- You NEVER and I mean NEVER get packages when they come. Whoever comes to deliver them always does a quick knock and walks away with the package left on the porch. You never hear it and never get it. I always get it when I get home from work or we grab it on our way out for walks. Yet yesterday you answered the door and got the package. Then even though you were not expecting a package, you open it
. I honestly thought I was going to stab you when I came in and saw the package torn open. WTF?!?!?!! You were not expecting a package and it's Chrsitmas time -- why is God's name would you not at least ask me about it!?!?!?!
I know you got an email alert about it (bc the damn site fvcked up and sent it to you after I changed the address to mine), but I told you it must have been an error and deleted the email from your acct so you'd forget about it. You knew damn well that it was a gift and you opened it anyway. You are sticking with your story that you felt and handle and stopped looking bc it clearly wasnt a coffee gift package like oyu though but I dont buy it. I'm still considering just returning it since you had to be an @ss about it. Why can't you just let me surprise you?
Me: Find a hobby! Working part time was really nice the week of Thanksgiving when I had a lot to do, but this week it has been almost toturous (sp). You are obviously NOT going to find a new full time job or even another part time job anytime soon. Find someting to do with yourself before your brain goes to mush! (On an upnote, the house is spotless!)
Little Sis: You are just dumb and I can't it anymore. You say that you are now all in love with baby daddy and that he changed so much you are getting married and having more babies (as soon as he can afford the 10K ring that you are demanding that is). I'm sorry is this the same person who you invited to Thanksgiving dinner and called his 1 1/2 yo son an "a$$hole" and a "whinny little b!tch" durring dinner? At the table!!! You are dumber than I ever thought, and NO ONE thinks that this little plan of yours is going to work. As a matter of fact, dad and sm (who actually take care of your baby) are trying to find a way to adopt him to keep him from you and his "daddy". Grow up and take care of the baby you have before you worry about having more. And regarding the marriage - I guess we don't really have to worry about it SINCE HE'S STILL MARRIED!!!!!
J - every time I show you a house you're all into it and then you get all irritated that I'm showing you houses that we're not definitely going to buy. Hello! We still need to learn about what we want...what we can get for the money...what neighborhoods are like...etc. So stop getting all irritated with me for being a c*cktease with the house slideshows. This is part of the process, weetawdo! GAH.
Oh...and why can I put the baby to sleep, but you can't. Maybe it's because you're not willing to do it the way I do? Figure it out, dum dum.
December - I used to love you, but now I hate you. Every weekend is shot, and we all know that every weekday is shot...so now I have nothing. How am I supposed to enjoy any of this when I can't stop? UGH.
Dear ex boss - we had to have a one hour meeting to change one line of a document. You are an idiot.
Dear co-workers: grow up. I'm not your mommy. Please start to behave like adults or I will find someone who will.
Dear Bebe: I do not appreciate you rolling over for the first time when someone else is with you. In the future, you will kindly reach your first milestones when only mommy and/or daddy are around. This is not negotiable. Thank you.
And Aria, I feel you about December! I'm like a chicken with my head cut off!
And my non vent . . . thank goodness for my DH! I'm struggling with my choice of going back to work and missing Bebe like mad. I couldn't make it without his reassurance! All this week he has called or texted me with just the right thing to say at just the right moment. I know he is trying super hard right now, and I really appreciate it. I would have quit my job by Tuesday if it wasn't for him.
Helzberg Diamonds--I think you are full of poop. I seriously doubt any other person has had this much trouble with their engagment ring
School-WTF, why did you send my certificate in the mail? I have been stalking your secretary asking when it will be ready, don't you think you should have not mailed it out considering I live in a different town that the school and prbly won't recieve it till Mon AND I've been badgering the hell out of you? If I don't get into the nursing program bc of this, I will be mad as heck!
That's so great. See husbands are useful something every now and again =P.
I hope that your missing of BeBe lessens even though it will always be there. And that she straightens up, what was she thinking rolling over without you!? Seriosuly, that is my biggest worry about working after kids -- missing the little things that are big to you.
Self - stop being so tired! You get enough sleep, yet I can't make it through the day without feeling the need to take a long nap...get over it already! Oy.
People at work in the idiot department - step away from the computer! You have had no training in how to use the gov't system, so wtf would you think its okay to try to 'fix' something w/o contacting the gov't? And mgr of said department - the so-called 'threat' is actually a warning, and she was generous enough to give us that much. Obviously you've never really dealt with these people or you would know that. If we lose business b/c you can't keep your department straight, there will be hell to pay and it won't be just from me.
Co-workers - you all suck. You know nothing about basic office policies/techniques (like mail merge) and yet you refuse to listen to someone who has YEARS of experience and has taken classes in this sh*t. One of you morons sent a letter out from a bank VP that said "Fill free to contact me if you have any questions." This is just NOT acceptable. Proof read! And really, I don't need 30 minutes in training on how to mail out notices, nor do I need a full day of training on how to scan documents. I am not wetawded like the rest of you.