Still slacking

As my buddy Sethro pointed out, I am seriously slacking here. I wish I had fun, new or interesting things to post, but unfortunately, life is seriously dull around here. The only things that are full of energy are the kids, and even they are starting to slip a little.

Of course, I say this as I sit back with a margarita in hand. What a crappy week. If it weren't for the fact that I'm independently wealthy, I'd quit. The sad fact is that I have been working with the public for so long, I don't know that I even like people anymore. Black Friday sucked, and the month is going down hill from there. What is it with people around the holidays? Why on earth do they believe they are entitled to everything that isn't nailed down and then some? What on earth makes you more important than the guy standing next to you? People just get stupid around this time of year and all you can do is get yourself a watergun filled with ammonia to shoot at the really outrageous ones. The worst offenders need to be put in a timeout, perhaps a small room with more Ned Flanders than there are to count and left for a week.

Of course, the icing on the cake today is one of my employees telling a customer that I was mean to her. Of course, the customer then calls my boss to tell him I'm mean to my employees. And, your point? Here's a thought, if you hadn't fucked up, then I wouldn't have had to talk to you about it. Try not fucking up and blaming it on everyone else but yourself and we'll see how it goes. I'm not worried about what my boss has got to say, because, truthfully, if my employee feels like I'm picking on her, then I need to make sure she understands where I'm coming from, but holy hell. If someone has a problem with me, use that wily thing called a backbone and talk to me about it.

Here's what I don't understand. I stand about 5'10". I have the build of a feminine linebacker (I blame my dad who was a linebacker in college), I have a mouth to match, but my face is, what was it the last customer told me, youthful. (She said I looked 12, but youthful sounds better.) I'm not overly brash, but I will tell you exactly what I think. I enjoy laughing most of all, and can often be found chatting with employees or customers, laughing and enjoying the day. I swear, more people are intimidated by me than those who really know me. I personally don't understand. There is no reason for it. Regardless, no matter who the person is or what they look like, have the simple respect to talk to them about what you are feeling instead of whining to customers that you are being mistreated.

Ok. I think I feel better. Well, yes and no. I feel better for venting, but I'm still going to have to deal with it. And have another drink. Definately have another drink.

So, here is my stupid move for the week. There are several cops who come in my building all the time, all really nice guys. I'm standing outside this morning, poisoning myself, when a police car pulls over in front of me. I, of course, wave and walk over to say "Howdy". Yet, when I get there, the guy in front of me is no one I know and I have to scramble to start a conversation. I wasn't aware I could come off looking anymore lame than I did today. I wasn't even aware it was physically possible. I feel like an ass. I'm sure he thought I was throwing myself at him. Ohhh that was awkward. Damn I'm good.

And here is another pic of the girls, aren't they just adorable? Little hellions.....

Trying to get back into my groove.

I don't care what the people are thinking
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinking

First I need to apologize for slacking on my posts, still. I haven't had any motivation to really do any commenting. Just nothing to say, you know?

Things have been fairly sedate lately. It helps that I've come to some conclusions about what I want and what I'm going to get out of life. I'm going to be 33 in a couple of months and of cuorse I'm still single. In fact, I'll be having Thanksgiving with just my cats this year, as I have in years past, but usually I drive into St. Louie to see the family the weekend after T-day. Now that I have the girls, I'm leary about leaving them for a day or two when Dev still harbors visions of punting them over the balcony. So, for the first time ever, I will be making a Turkey and the fixins on thursday instead of making a frozen dinner. I've been thinking about doing this for a little bit, which I think is what prompted my next major decision - to buy a house. I know that a lot of other people have already done such, but this is a pretty big step for me. This means that I will be planting my ass in Louisville (technically Southern Indiana) for a while. This makes this move pretty permanent. I know what kind of house I want, a Craftsman, and there are a few in Louisville to be had. Stais is still pushing for me to move closer to Chicago, but I don't know that that is the right move for me. If I wanted to live closer to a big city, I'd move back to St. Louis, but there is no burning desire for me to move back there either.

I think as I realize that I probably won't be leaving this area anytime soon, I also realize that I may not realize why I'm out here. I'd been having deja vu pretty regularly for a while, with just little instances here and there, but then it just stopped. Then the other day I was at work and it came out of the blue, but I remembered when I first had the dream, I remember talking to Stais about the oddness of the dream, it was the strongest feeling I've had in the building and yet the most depressing. I realized that my life is going on track, jsut the way it is supposed to and I cannot believe how boring, solitary and isolated it is. So, now it is time to make it permanent, cause changing cities isn't necessarily going to make it better, I'm not dissatisfied enough with the company to change and I can't transfer cause I just got this damn building. Fate is a tricky bitch.

I had an odd dream last night. (Stais, don't even bother to read.) I dreamt that old friends of mine where all together, the old gang, without Judy (no loss) and we were going to live together in a big ole house. I was so excited. I remember seeing DJ and Chuckles and i just held on to them. Stais says this is cause I haven't gotten over DJ, but I think it just means I miss my friends. I fucked those relationships up but good and it is one of my main regrets. I don't think I'll ever find a group like that again, and I'm not sure I should. I woke up so excited this morning, and was so disappointed when I found out it was just a dream.

Oh well, I have to get on to work, and make a last minute trip to the grocery store to pick up the stuffing essentials, a meat thermometer and a couple of yams. The yams make the meal, you know.

Floating in my own apathy

I've been terribly remiss. I haven't posted in at least a week. Sorry bout that. I can't say that I've been terribly busy, cause that would be a lie, but I haven't really had any desire to do anything. The girls have been terribly energetic, as kittens have a tendency to do. If they aren't kicking each other's butts around the apartment, they are eating and shitting. Apparently that is all they will really do for a while. That and tear things up around the place. I've bought entirely too many toys that they have torn to hell and back and they still aren't satisfied.

Of course, I could get them the toys a friend of mine found on the internet. But the visuals I get from that just scare the hell out of me.

Is it just me, or have the Black Friday ads started earlier this year? I'm afraid for next friday. Really really worried. The people I've encountered have been a special sort of stupid lately, I don't think it is going to get better just because they've eaten a large amount of turkey and watched football.

By the way, I've named the kittens. The tabby is Ginger and the calico is Grace.

They are cute as hell. And they are just as annoying.

The girls have arrived

I finally have been able to bring the girls home. They are the cutest things, and of course, Dev is furious with me and with them. He's ticked off at me for bringing them into the house and he just isn't giving them any sort of opportunity. Granted it has only been a couple of days, but I'm still hoping that he will get used to them. Right now I've got them cooped up in the spare bedroom, but they seem to be taking it pretty well. The tabby is Ginger and the calico is Grace.

Is it sad that this is my major event of the week?