Seems I'm on a roll today. It has occured to me that this is not a fine day to be me. Something clicked in my head this morning when I woke up and decided for me that this would be a crappy day. Because, you know, we don't actually CHOOSE to be in bad moods, the thought alone is just ridiculous(Yes, I'm being extremely sarcastic).
So, I already talked about the old lady in the tahoe, but I was in a bitchy mood waaaaay before that. I went off on Derek early this morning. It didn't turn into an arguement or something, it just went along the lines of "what's the matter?", "I'm just having a bad day, don't talk to me". I got better, but then little bitchy perched right back on my shoulder and planted herself there firmly. I got frustrated with a work issue, and ended up being very ugly to one of my coworkers. It was totally uncalled for, and I apologized, but of course I still feel shitty about it. I didn't want to be in a bad mood, and I surely didn't want to act like a 2 year old at work. I have since kicked little bitchy off of my shoulder and invited little sweetie to stay with me the rest of the day.
Oh, and coworker, if you ever read this, again, I am so, so, so sorry. You are a dear and did not deserve for me to be bitchy to you. Please forgive me. Are we still friends? :)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Old Lady in a Tahoe...
Can you tell this is not going to be a very pleasant post? Oh, and I might be in a bit of a bad mood anyway, why, I don't know, and it's not important. I just am.
Backstory - my office is located in an area of town that is ridiculously crowded, hence parking is hard to find. I had parked at the end of the street, conveniently located mere steps away from the side entrance to where I work. I like to park here, nevermind the fact that it's one of a very few places we can park without certain people at work throwing fits, it's the last parking place, therefore I know I almost always going to be able to leave with ease (I say almost, because I have a tendency to run into parked vehicles, which is why I prefer to park where the chances of me doing so are cut in half).
So I got to work early and got the sweet parking space. Of course, something comes up, and I had to run an errand on my morning break (plus, it's two hour parking and the meter maid is always out there waiting...)so I leave my sweet space and do my errand. Come back and there is an old lady in a Tahoe pulling up in my space. Dammit. And the damn thing is too big for her to even be in there, her rear end is hanging out in the alley. So I watch her slowly make her way to the bank behind my building. So I decide to make the block a few times to give her time to be in and out and get my space back. Three times around the block, the woman is STILL IN THE BANK, filling out crap that I think could have been done before she even left her house, which is so what I do before I go to the bank. Oh, and something else - I always use the DRIVE THROUGH. I understand that sometimes you have requests or questions that you would rather ask the teller in person, but I also understand that pretty much all of the tasks done at a bank can be done in the drive through. So after turning blood red and thinking some pretty bad thoughts on this obviously inconsiderate woman, I give up and park farther away, in a space that is not too bad, but it's not my sweet space, and it makes me sad.
As I get out of my car and make my way to the side door, guess who's finally getting in her giant automobile and getting out of my space?
Grrrrr.
Backstory - my office is located in an area of town that is ridiculously crowded, hence parking is hard to find. I had parked at the end of the street, conveniently located mere steps away from the side entrance to where I work. I like to park here, nevermind the fact that it's one of a very few places we can park without certain people at work throwing fits, it's the last parking place, therefore I know I almost always going to be able to leave with ease (I say almost, because I have a tendency to run into parked vehicles, which is why I prefer to park where the chances of me doing so are cut in half).
So I got to work early and got the sweet parking space. Of course, something comes up, and I had to run an errand on my morning break (plus, it's two hour parking and the meter maid is always out there waiting...)so I leave my sweet space and do my errand. Come back and there is an old lady in a Tahoe pulling up in my space. Dammit. And the damn thing is too big for her to even be in there, her rear end is hanging out in the alley. So I watch her slowly make her way to the bank behind my building. So I decide to make the block a few times to give her time to be in and out and get my space back. Three times around the block, the woman is STILL IN THE BANK, filling out crap that I think could have been done before she even left her house, which is so what I do before I go to the bank. Oh, and something else - I always use the DRIVE THROUGH. I understand that sometimes you have requests or questions that you would rather ask the teller in person, but I also understand that pretty much all of the tasks done at a bank can be done in the drive through. So after turning blood red and thinking some pretty bad thoughts on this obviously inconsiderate woman, I give up and park farther away, in a space that is not too bad, but it's not my sweet space, and it makes me sad.
As I get out of my car and make my way to the side door, guess who's finally getting in her giant automobile and getting out of my space?
Grrrrr.
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