Sure Now its 90 degrees

I'm very sad currently that we are having such warm weather. Now don't get me wrong I hate cold weather, but yesterday M and I went shopping. First we went to the coffee store because I was completely out of coffee in my home. And as much as I would like to spend all my money at any starbucks near me I've been trying really hard not to. Then we went to Gap. We were there quite awhile, I know this by the pile of clothes in my hands. While I was shopping I noticed a cute jacket, I had a arm full of clothes and m was no where to be found. The only small size was on the mannequin. I didn't bother to try it on because if you've ever shopped for a jacket with me you would know how hopeless it is for me. Normally if I can get the right size on it will fit will until I try to move my arms. Then its all down hill.
Point being I continued shopping. I found a bunch of clothes for work etc. Then as we were getting ready to leave, and I had found m, I decided to show her the jacket. Now I knew how much the jacket cost, and I still didn't have high hopes of it fitting, but I decided what the hell I'll try it. So I took the jacket off the mannequin and tried it on. Then I almost died because it fit perfectly, and was SUPER cute. Of course after much deliberation I decided to buy the jacket. I did have to deliberate because the jacket cost 198 dollars. I was some what good however and put back everything else I found.
Then point here for this some what long story is that now its 90 damn degrees outside and I can't wear the super cute jacket. Well I could but I'm sure I would die of heat. And its suppose to rain tomorrow and since its currently unprotected leather I can't wear it tomorrow either. Damn it all. Why can't it go back to being 60 so I can look cute.

Do you think? Because this I why try not to.

Do you think its bad if the liquor store guy knows you?
Is it worse if your so boring the the guy at the liquor store tries to get you to buy a new wine even though its cheaper than the one your buying?
I started to write this a bit earlier decided to I REALLY need to clean my room, then went to liquor store to buy wine. Why? cause who can clean without wine.
The other day he was telling me about a new wine he got. This is not GREAT wine mine you as its a small little corner liquor store. The most expensive wine is probably 11.99. Today when I went to get wine in my cleaning gear overalls, a tank, and bandanna, he was excited to tell me that he ordered more of the wine that I drink normally (not that he was completely out). To which I had to reply "I drank it all, didn't I?"He said yes, but that he was glad that he found someone who was buying it. I'm not sure that made me feel better. Oooo well the new wine is not that good, but its not too horrible, and since I'm going to clean it will most likely be filled with dust soon anyways. On a side note. How does dust get on the ceiling, more importantly how do it get stuck to a fan that is always moving? Questions for next maybe?

Come on now.

In an effort to try to get more people to comment I put up a poll to ask why you don't comment. See I know people read my blog I can see that. I even know who some of you are. You don't have to be funny. You could just lavish me with how funny you think I am. You should really comment if you read my blog and I haven't talked you forever, and I'm not really sure how you got my blog info, but I'm happy you did. mmm yes my first MN family I know someone out there from PL read my blog at least once. I don't know which one and if you'll ever come back. But you should say hi whoever you are.
This goes for everyone. All you have to do is click the little comment button and make a comment. Who knows maybe you will spark a raging debate that will go on for months. Maybe you'll inspire your own post. Which reminds me I still have to tell you all why my adoring sister is a bitch. See she commented and I'm inspired. Ok thats all folks.

Maybe they aren't all so bad.

I worked last night with my boss. The person that I report directly too. Here's the problem in my world: One day I hate the people and One I find myself thinking maybe they aren't so bad. Don't get wrong I'm not saying these are inherently bad people. I just don't like they way they do there jobs. I'm still thinking I need to find a new job and all. I hate working at that stupid store. I'm going crazy. Its just now that I'm thinking we're all going crazy and taking it out on each other.
Now don't get me wrong the person I report to is a complete pain in the ass. She thinks she's always right, she quite arrogant, and quite sarcastic. Now you can all stifle your laughs as I'm sure your beginning to see the problem.
I know I'm this same way which is why I honestly try to give her the benefit of doubt most times, but lets all face it I'm not an easy person to deal with. I don't pretend to be. I would venture to be I'm even worse at work. Because I'm good at what I do, and I know it. So two of me in the same building is bad, two of me on the same floor trying to work together is even worse.
I've been trying hard to stick it out till I get promoted, since I'm still first on that list. However it doesn't really seem a top priority for anyone but me these days. Time to start looking for a new approach. I hate the job hunt though. but I suppose I'm going crazy anyways. well we will see.

I hate my job

Everyday I have a harder and harder time everyday finding redeeming qualities about it. Really what I mean is that I HATE the people I work with. HATE HATE HATE them. Everyones crabby all the time. Nothing is ever good enough, and everyone is always right. No one ever agrees on anything. And everyone just does what they want when they want because like I said they think they think they are right. Which means nothing ever gets done. It is really a lovely lovely thing. Lately they have been pushing their work that should be their's off on me. Which they having been doing since they got their, but its getting worse. They can't seem to do anything that doesn't specifically relate to the floor they run. Even though we all run the whole store.
Now I'm not stupid I know that people will suck no matter where I go. What I don't understand is how these fuckers get away with all this shit. I'm sick to death of thinking that it will get any better. We all get bitched at for stupid shit, but the stupid shit is not the problem. I want to be like sorry I didn't stay late the day after I work 12.5 hours, because I was going to use it again anyways. Really you should write me up or something, because Its not like I busted my ass planing thing training. Which was not my job, and no one on my team helped. Nor did they bother to tell me anything about it until I only had three days left to train a 15o people. But seriously I left the room a mess, so nothing else matters.
ahhhhhhh seriously I need a new job. So as soon as I fix my resume, the job hunt will commence.

I should probably live in a bubble.

To say that I'm clumsy does not really do justice to that which I am capable. I really don't understand how I manage to do the things I do, but some how I do. Today has not started out really well, and you will note its not even 2pm. I did get out of bed around 8:30 though, so I've had more of a day than I normally would have had by now. Now I make some coffee, or some espresso type drinks, whatever you want to call it. This was clearly my first mistake. See I really wanted Starbucks, but in an effort to not spend as much money I've been making my coffee at home instead of getting starbucks. It has been a struggle, but most days I make it ok. Today was clearly not one of those days.
I made up my morning coffee, then sat down to blog a little. Now it is the case that I like the cup of coffee to sit on the arm of my couch, so that I don't have to get reaching to the coffee table for my coffee. I know B has told me countless times that it makes her nervous when I do such things and that I shouldn't do it. She is more then well aware of my accident prone nature. Just ask her about stemless wine glasses. Needless to say, as I was typing some how the cup magically decided to jump into my lap disbursing itself all over the couch and my shirt in the process. Oh well I though, should be easier to clean up than the two glasses of wine I split a week ago. (yes I should of learned but clearly I'm slow).
I finish typing away. Take a shower, and make myself another cup of coffee since I really didn't get to drink any of the first cup. Then I sit down to write some more this time about my sister. I get about one line in and kicked over the cup of coffee which this time was on my coffee table. See clearly it matters not where to cut sits. I have a slate coffee table, so of course to clean it up I have to take the 20 pieces of slate out and clean each one. Which is awesome because as you've read I love to clean.
I also walked into the side of said table this morning for like the nine millionth time, leaving yet another lovely bruise on my leg to match the six others I have. I know I exaggerate most of the time, but this time I'm not. I do have that many bruises mostly on my right leg, and I have no idea how I got most of them. Though one large pretty one was also from walking into said table.
So clearly the moral of the story is that my furniture is revolting against me. I know your thinking they aren't really alive, but I assure you they are after all I've seen toy story. I just don't think my stuff loves me as much as they loved Andy.

Why must one be forced to hang out with people one does not like.

I have been asking myself this question for a few weeks now. See the leadership team where I work wants to go out this Sunday. What I'm suppose to think it free dinner, however I'm having a hard time getting past the fact that I can't stand half of the leadership team. That and its at Dave and Buster's. For those of you that don't know what that is, I will fill you in. Its an arcade for adults. Let me share with you a secret that my brother and his best friend know best. I was NOT good at video games when I was a kid. Let me assure you that in the years the oh 15 odd years that have gone by since then (in which I've not played at all), I'm pretty sure I haven't gotten any better. I could be wrong and all, as maybe there is some video game god that has come down and made me the queen of all things video. Until I see proof of that however I'm going to venture to bet I still suck.
This however as the title might have you imagine, is not the reason why I really don't want to go. The main reason I don't want to go is that I don't really care for half the people I work with. I don't really dislike all of them, but I do go out with the ones I care to go out with now.
According to those who set this whole thing up I'm suppose to think of this as a chance to get to know people outside of work. Here's my thoughts on that: If you can't pretend not to be a bitch at work, I don't really think your going to be a nice person outside of work. The way I see it is that you can dislike the way someone does their job, but not think they are bad people. But if your a bitch your a bitch, and if you can't hide that at work where you should be able to hide it a little, I don't really think your going to have many redeeming qualities outside of work. At least not qualities I find redeeming.
I know right now that my mom is say "You don't like anyone, or anything" And for the most part she would be right. However, at least I don't pretend to be something that I'm not. I'm the same person at work that I am at home. Well not excatly the same, but pretty damn close. The people I work with that I can't stand are those who pretend to be something they are not, and can't even manage to do a very good job at it. Am I suppose to want to hang out with people who would sell me out for a glass of water. Literally the people I work with are that bad.
Of course what do I know. I'm the one with the bad attitude. It is not the case however that my bad attitude is directly related to the fact that they don't do their fucking job. Maybe they are just to busy talking about my bad attitude. While there busy talking about my bad attitude I'm busy running a 22 million dollar store.
You will have to take note that they don't ever say anything to me about my bad attitude. Yes Yes mom they are afraid of me. Or better word would be intimidated by me. It's not my fault though, that I'm better at their jobs then they are. I may be a bitch but I'm a bitch who is damn good at her job.
The problem is that I have to go. Cause imagine the bad attitude that I would have if I didn't go. I hate to play this game. But I will do what I must to get ahead. I could have gone out on a date, but instead I'm forced to break bread with a bunch of backstabbing bitches. This should be fun. I'll let you know how it goes.

Cleanin: no good can come of it. Part 1

So I decided to clean my apartment last week. I had two days off in a row and spent the first one at my sisters house which was kind of fun even though she's still a bitch for making fun of me. The second day I up and just decided to clean. I don't know what I was thinking clearly I was out of my mind for the day. I was on a mission to kill all the spiders. They lived long and prosper enough lives that I thought it was time that they move on to a better place. Now to start with what I was trying to kill were all the daddy longleggs that were in the corners of my ceiling (I know that really is cleaning). I started with my makeshift bookshelf which hasn't been clean since I put it up about a year ago. I took everything off, wiped the nine inches of dust off everything. Then I thought I since I'm REALLY cleaning I should move it so I can vacum under it. Here's where things start to go wrong for me.
Everything is off the shelfs, and scatter accross my living room floor in neat piles of mess. I move half of the bookshelf thingy cause its long. And this huge black spider is sitting there. I know I wanted to get rid of the spiders, but ish that was gross. I did however run to the kitchen and grab my trusty can of raid and sprayed the hell out of it. Then it proceeded to crawl under the shelf I just moved. I was trying to figure out why it wasn't dead yet. Then I noticed the smell wasn't as bad and it normally was. Then I realized that I was spraying lysol on it and not raid. So instead of being dead it was just really really clean. Of course I ran to get the right bottle, and killed the fucker. Then I was freaking out a bit. It was rather large and icky. I did however power through and kept cleaning. I proceeded on this time more carefully, because the more careful you are with the moving of things the less likely that there will be nasty spiders underneath right? Wrong... This time there was a rather large nasty whitish spider, and this fucker was fast as hell. I did have the raid, so if you can imagine, I was spraying raid ass fast as I could back and forth as the stupid thing ran around. Took it a little longer to die then I thought it should but dead it was at long last. Then I tipped over th bookshelf just to be on the safe side and this time there were no spiders, so I felt safe in knowing that there were at least no spiders in that one corner of my apartment.
I finished cleaning all the crap on the bookshelfs and as those of you that have seen them know, there is a lot of crap. Then I proceeded to put everything back. I had my windows wide open at this time, as I was only trying to kill the spiders with the raid and not actually myself. I was just about to move onto another section of the living room when this huge gust of wind blew everything in my apartment all over the place. It actually blew the blinds straight up, so that they were hanging horizontally. I'll be honest when I say I kind of scared the crap out of me. It was tottally out of now where. Well not tottally because I knew there was suppose to be a huge storm but the sky wasn't even dark yet. It was out of no where. Then the sky was black and the rain started a coming. I'm sure most of you know as you were there. About five min latter, the power goes off. Then I think fuck I haven't taken a shower I fucking smell bad, I have no power this blows. So it doesn't come right back on. I decided to go take a look outside and see whats up. The power also appeared to be on accross the street. So I walk out back. I did geniusly kick the cover off to the sewer drain so that the tree stuff didn't continue to clog it all up and then I would also have a flooded apartment. I got to the back yard and just went FUCK. No you would have said the same thing upon seeing the huge tree managled in your power lines. Lines a flying around. Then I had to think shit what does one do when there is a tree in there power lines. I mean I should probably call someone or something, but how does one call when one can't look up the number on the internet. Its so forgien. What ones does is call ones friend and make them look it up for them. My power was off for three days. It sucked. I did learn that my flashlight doesn't work. Only learned that after I spend ten dollars on batteries for it, and couldn't actually get the old batteries out of the flashlight because they were all kinds of fucked up. I dont' underestand really when after all these years they can't make batteries that don't leak. It doesn't make any sense. I'll post some lovely power outage pictures in a latter post.
On saturday when my power was finally suppose to be on. I stopped off at the wine store after a long night at work. It was like midnight, and I was walking back from the bus, and the fucking bottle of wine falls out of the bag and breaks all over the fucking sidewalk. I seriously almost cried. I was so irratated. I normally don't even take the damn bag. All because I thought cleaning was a good idea. Take it from me it never turns out the way its should.