I <3 Halloween
My Punkin
I just finished it last night.
I've never been more thankful one day was OVER in my entire life.
Yesterday I decided to run tanning on my lunch hour because I haven't been in months and I knew I had to wear a short dress today. When I arrived at the salon, I gave them my key card, they swiped it, then informed me there was a problem. For whatever reason, they took me off auto-draft a few months back and decided not to notify me in any way. Instead, they just started adding up my monthly bill and attaching late fees. They insisted I turn over $114 before tanning. Instead, I offered to assist them in ramming my membership right up their big fat barrel asses. Then, I promptly left. I decided I'd send them $10 a paycheck till the total was paid. It's useless to argue with corporations and that should be just enough to keep them from sending me to collections.
Yesterday was also my appointment at a local University to complete a one hour survey and be paid $100 for it. I was scheduled at 5:30. In classic form, the Big Boss called me at 4:45. "I need you to come pick me up. I got a flat tire on my bicycle", He reported. ".......Where are you?"...I was afraid of the answer. "On the Northwest side of town", He told me. AWESOME, considering the office is on the southeast side of town and my appointment (in 45 minutes) was on the Northeast side of town.
I clenched my teeth, reported my departure, and cussed the entire way. I blasted down arterial streets at about 80 mph. Nothing got in my way. I was like a woman possessed. I located him, his crazy skullet hair flapping in the breeze, standing with his stupid bike on the side of a road. I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop beside him. I flashed my usual "genuine" smile. He asked me to open my hatch. When I did, he proceeded to tear apart the entire back-end of my car. I pinched my eyes shut and ground my teeth. My jaw throbbed.
I snatched my brand new white coat from the spot his bike tire was about to fall in and cradled it lovingly in my lap. He folded up and took the seat next to me. I pushed my shifter into first, swung the car around, and before I could get to the first stop-light, he pulled my coat out of my lap. I thought perhaps he was going to hold it for me, thus giving me some additional driving room.
Then he did it.
He tossed my beloved coat in the back on top of his soiled, greasy bicycle. I almost wrecked my car. I regained control and managed to bite my tongue. I could feel the flames from my pupils singeing my eyelashes. I felt a wave of cold-sweat break out all over my body. I tuned him completely out as he blathered on... something about "What would I do if I didn't get to come rescue him all the time" and "He forgets how crazy I drive..." and "I would miss it if I weren't gallivanting him all around town"... I have no idea. I was biting back tears.
I told him I was dropping him off at the office because I had an appointment I could NOT miss. He started to argue, but I was non-negotiable. I screeched to a halt at the office, waited for him to get his stupid bike out of my car, then burned out of there. I barely made my appointment. On my way, I called the Beau and balled my eyes out about my new coat. He was understandably as angry as I was, what with being the person that actually shelled out the insane price of it. Still, he told me to calm down, that we could have it dry-cleaned, and that surely I could figure out a way for him to foot the bill. (Which, of course I will.) I felt a little better.....
Once home, I started diner, then started on my pumpkin while the beau finished dinner. Half-way through my pumpkin, I remembered I needed to visit the grocery store for the ingredients to my home-made salsa. I changed, took the beau's keys, and did my shopping. I returned home, poured all the ingredients in the blender, finished the salsa, then as I was pouring it into its bowl, the bowl tipped and half of the salsa I'd made dumped into the sink.
AWESOME!
I almost cried again, made another batch, and tossed it in the bowl of my original batch. (It probably tastes like crap.)
I finally finished it all, showered, and went to bed.
When I finished getting ready this morning, I couldn't find my car keys. I knew since yesterday was such a horrid day, I should check the ignition of my car.
Sure Enough.
My keys were lazily hanging out of the steering column.
I didn't even realize yesterday I'd locked them in the car when I got home.
I just finished it last night.
I've never been more thankful one day was OVER in my entire life.
Yesterday I decided to run tanning on my lunch hour because I haven't been in months and I knew I had to wear a short dress today. When I arrived at the salon, I gave them my key card, they swiped it, then informed me there was a problem. For whatever reason, they took me off auto-draft a few months back and decided not to notify me in any way. Instead, they just started adding up my monthly bill and attaching late fees. They insisted I turn over $114 before tanning. Instead, I offered to assist them in ramming my membership right up their big fat barrel asses. Then, I promptly left. I decided I'd send them $10 a paycheck till the total was paid. It's useless to argue with corporations and that should be just enough to keep them from sending me to collections.
Yesterday was also my appointment at a local University to complete a one hour survey and be paid $100 for it. I was scheduled at 5:30. In classic form, the Big Boss called me at 4:45. "I need you to come pick me up. I got a flat tire on my bicycle", He reported. ".......Where are you?"...I was afraid of the answer. "On the Northwest side of town", He told me. AWESOME, considering the office is on the southeast side of town and my appointment (in 45 minutes) was on the Northeast side of town.
I clenched my teeth, reported my departure, and cussed the entire way. I blasted down arterial streets at about 80 mph. Nothing got in my way. I was like a woman possessed. I located him, his crazy skullet hair flapping in the breeze, standing with his stupid bike on the side of a road. I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop beside him. I flashed my usual "genuine" smile. He asked me to open my hatch. When I did, he proceeded to tear apart the entire back-end of my car. I pinched my eyes shut and ground my teeth. My jaw throbbed.
I snatched my brand new white coat from the spot his bike tire was about to fall in and cradled it lovingly in my lap. He folded up and took the seat next to me. I pushed my shifter into first, swung the car around, and before I could get to the first stop-light, he pulled my coat out of my lap. I thought perhaps he was going to hold it for me, thus giving me some additional driving room.
Then he did it.
He tossed my beloved coat in the back on top of his soiled, greasy bicycle. I almost wrecked my car. I regained control and managed to bite my tongue. I could feel the flames from my pupils singeing my eyelashes. I felt a wave of cold-sweat break out all over my body. I tuned him completely out as he blathered on... something about "What would I do if I didn't get to come rescue him all the time" and "He forgets how crazy I drive..." and "I would miss it if I weren't gallivanting him all around town"... I have no idea. I was biting back tears.
I told him I was dropping him off at the office because I had an appointment I could NOT miss. He started to argue, but I was non-negotiable. I screeched to a halt at the office, waited for him to get his stupid bike out of my car, then burned out of there. I barely made my appointment. On my way, I called the Beau and balled my eyes out about my new coat. He was understandably as angry as I was, what with being the person that actually shelled out the insane price of it. Still, he told me to calm down, that we could have it dry-cleaned, and that surely I could figure out a way for him to foot the bill. (Which, of course I will.) I felt a little better.....
Once home, I started diner, then started on my pumpkin while the beau finished dinner. Half-way through my pumpkin, I remembered I needed to visit the grocery store for the ingredients to my home-made salsa. I changed, took the beau's keys, and did my shopping. I returned home, poured all the ingredients in the blender, finished the salsa, then as I was pouring it into its bowl, the bowl tipped and half of the salsa I'd made dumped into the sink.
AWESOME!
I almost cried again, made another batch, and tossed it in the bowl of my original batch. (It probably tastes like crap.)
I finally finished it all, showered, and went to bed.
When I finished getting ready this morning, I couldn't find my car keys. I knew since yesterday was such a horrid day, I should check the ignition of my car.
Sure Enough.
My keys were lazily hanging out of the steering column.
I didn't even realize yesterday I'd locked them in the car when I got home.