Saturday, September 08, 2007

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.