Humor

I know most people won't find much homor in my story here but I do and quite frankly I'm all that counts. Ok I'm not but its not like anyones paying me money to read this. Anyways my car if finally falling apart. Now for those of you who know this is really not a huge problem for me per say as I don't really drive my car anyways. However my poor brother who has had the car for a very short amount of driving time seems to have nothing but problems with. Most people think I'm kind of crazy when I start to feel like my car is going to fall apart, but clearly this time I am not. Though I did talk really nicely to my car, in order for it to forgive me all the beating I had to give it in order for the gages on the dashboard to keep working. See it has a bit of an electrical problem. Currently the windows won't close and the hear won't work. Which does kind of make for a cold traveling experience for my brother.
I do kind of feel bad, but not terribliy bad because its really kind of funny when its not happening to you. I probably feel worse in fact for not feeling bad than bad that the car is a fucked up mess. I'm not the only one to have this type of problem with the intrepid. As apparently the electrical system sucks.
Now I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if the heater didn't work and the windows wouldn't close if it were say July, but its kind of cold out and doens't really stop raining here as of late. Because of course it couldn't be the AC that doesn't work in october it has to be the heat. Its all kind of funny if you ask me, but I know my brother doesn't really find it has funny. Though he tottally would if it was happening to me or my sister. Well maybe just if it was happening to my sister cause everyone likes me best. Ok I joke they do not like me best. Though I do not know why as I am awesome.
Other things of note:
Number of times I have been called baby at work so far this week=0 but I've only work two days and one of them was an overnight inventory.
Number of times I've been told I have a nice ass in someway shape or form this week at work=1 not really work apporiate to talk about my ass but its seems to be topic of too many conversations as its is quite the anomily.
Number of time I've been whisled at while going to the store to buy jeans that actually migth fit over my ass=1.
Number of dollars in my bank account=19
Number of dollars I've spent anyways= far to much to add.
Number of times I almost threw my keys at someone at work for being a bitch=1.
Number of blonde wigs I've tried on today=10

Questions and such.

Ok so recently I've been thinking to myself about the world of dating. I'm sure to getting some interesting comments since oh all of my readers are married. Well unless you are a reader who doesn't post in which case speak up I tire quickly of hearing from the same people.
Anyways so the question on the table is when did the second date become the sex date. I mean I thought it was always the third date. I just ask this because I have had a few dates recently where it seems that the guys I've gone out with seem to think that the second date is the sex date. Now I'm not a prude or anything. But by the second date I not even really sure that I remember a persons last name.
I do understand that its not always necessary to remember a persons last name, but I'm not talking about a one night stand. Since this is a second date it should not be a one night stand. As a one night stand does not require more than one night, nor does it even require a date.
Anyways the second date does imply more than a one night stand, but it shouldn't really imply sex. I'm talking about a real date with someone you don't really know. I can see how if you've known the person for ever and decided to date that might be different. I know most guys are all about sex, but seriously don't they get that to push too soon is not a good thing, and probably will get you the opposite of what you want.

RED

Alright so for those of you who do not know yet. (Product) RED launched in the US last week on the 13th. For those of you in this fine windy city who still haven't heard about it, I'm really going to need you to crawl out from under the rock that you've been living under. I say this because the Launch for the US was on Michigan Ave. It was on Oprah, on the new, and all over the newspaper. It was on four full pages in the New York Times. This is a pretty big deal. Click on the banner at the top of my blog and join (Product) RED. The short version of the story is that buying (RED) Products from the companies working together and part of the profits goes to help fight AIDS in Africa. Its a new business model to give back. I could go on and on, but it would make more sense to just click on the banner and read yourself. I will however tell you the companies involved so far, and then you might not wonder why I know so much about it. American Express gives 1% of the money you spend. Motorola makes red cell phones. GAP, Emporio Armani, Converse all make lines of clothing and accessories where some of the profits go to fight AIDS in Africa. Apple recently join and now you can buy (RED) Ipods. Alright well go to the (RED) website, read the RED (BLOG), and buy Red (PRODUCTS).

I'm going to loose my job when I punch someone it the face.

No this has not acutally happened yet, but at this point I'm sure its just a matter of time. I think I will acctually end up punching a customer in the face to be honest. I'm pretty sure it won't be any of my "kids" though that is not to say they don't make me want to hit them. They tend to be funny enough sometimes to make me resist the temtation. The customers however do not. A deep loathing for all mankind that you truely can not understand unless you have to continually come into contact with the worlds stupidest people. Everday I actually loose more and more hope for the whole of all mankind. But surprisingly enough these are not the people I want to punch in the face either.

The second group of people who I want to punch in the face are those people who tell me what to do. Not that I mind reporting to people because I really don't. Ok lets not lie I don't like reporting to anyone unless I have a problem, but I will do it. What I do mind is those few co-workers who tell me what to do, who have the same job I do, and are not better at their job than I am. Those and also the people who have been in the store since the begining of time, who think their way is the only right way. There really is just one of both these types of people that I work with, but either of them at any given moment makes me want to punch them in the face. I suppose the reasons why they drive me crazy will be for another post, because like the first group of people I don't think I would actually ever punch either of these two in the face.

The third group are also customers, who think its ever ok to call me baby. I never really knew how much of a problem this could be until I started working downtown. But seriously its gone beyond ridiculous. If one more person walks by me and say "damn baby", or any form of the word baby comes out of their mouth in regards to me I'm actually going to loose my damn mind. And If I loose my mind I'm going to punch someone in the face. Seriously I even get hit on by the pretend homeless people who sit on the side of the street. Apparently I have forgotten to tell all the world how hot begging is. Again I wish I was making this up, but I'm really not. So my announcement to all the crazy people in the world is Please for the love of God just stop calling me baby. I am not your baby, I am not anyones baby. And as soon as that word comes out of someones mouth I have an overwhelming urge to punch them in the face. I fear that I'm loosing my ablitiy to control this urge, and I might actually breakdown and punch someone soon. Its tottally excited to put on my resume: reason for leaving last job "well I punched someone in the face, but it wasn't my fault they called me baby."