Lady Bits and Such

So, they have been moving cubies and people around at work, and there are a few desks that didn't have the backing on them, so you could see everythign underneath them. OK, there is the backstory. So the other day, Person A, we'll call her Ann, walked out of the warehouse and noticed as she walked out that Person B, we'll call her Brandy, well, noticed that since she was wearing a skirt that her vajayjay was hanging out. So Ann told Brandy that and suggested that until walls are put up, that she might not want to wear a skirt. So Brandy gets very defensive stating that Ann could not have seen her vajayjay. So Ann said, OK, whatever you say, and walked away.

A day later, I walk thorugh the lunch room whilst Brandy and company are having lunch and clearly bitching that Ann had said anything to Brandy because "There is no way she could have seen, so and so was sitting right next to me and she didn't see it, I don't know why she was looking"

So, since I'm friends with Ann, and Brandy irritates the piss out of me, I just chimed in. So I stated that no, she wasn't looking, and if she didn't see anythign, she wouldn't have made it up, that she was trying to be nice and tell you that your vajayjay is hanging out, so you didn't show it off to the whole office and the guys working on the cubies... For all I know maybe she was trying to show off, but yea, that's nothing I would want to see. So her rebuke was, very loudly, "Well maybe she should mind her own business!"

Really, can we grow up, and if that were me, I would not be telling the entire packed lunch room that my lady bits were hanging out... But hey, maybe that's just me.

Update... boo

So, ended up, I moved out and we are broken up... It's been very rough on the both of us. I still love him so much and I know he loves me. We wanted to work through the issues, but it just seems that we weren't able to push through them. It's a scary thing, having to start all over. I'm not ready to go date, or anything like that. It's going to take some time to heal, take some time to just be me before I'm ready to make that jump again. I wish him no ill will, and I would hope he feels the same towards me. He'll always hold a special place in my heart, as cliche as that sounds, it's true. Just because things weren't said elaborately and long, doesn't mean I don't care.

Phone Cords

I'm sure everyone knows what a normal office phone looks like. Black, bunch of buttons, hold, voicemail, blah blah blah, about 1.5-2ft cord. Well, my cord is the same cord I've had for 3 years now. Looks brand new. The chick behind me, I can't say that it is or isn't the original cord, but she has it sooooo twisted that she had to pull the phone away form where it sits up to her chin so she can talk on it. I just fixed it for her 2 days ago and it's already jacked up again. Anyway, how does that even happen? I mean a twist now and then, I get that, but I mean it's so twisted, I had to pull it apart... I don't get it. The fact that she is a total spaz, makes it even funnier to watch her answer her phone, with the whole thing coming up to her chin so she has to lean down to talk... Oh if I could only get a pic...

Still Teetering...

Still teetering on the edge, seems to be closer to the ravine side of the edge. At any moment, a small gust of wind could send us plummeting to the death of our relationship. I'm still trying, he's still not believing me and thinking it's not enough. It's true that I have not exhausted every outlet, but I'm not sure what outlets to go to. I do want to make this work, and I'm willing to continue to try, but at the same time, he can't have the attitude that he's already given up. I love him, I want to be with him, and I just wish that I could make him see it somehow and quickly. My deadline is today, and I'm scared to death that one o'clock is going to come around, and he's going to throw in the towel. What can I do to prove that I want that.

How did that even happen?

So, for the 2nd time in I'd say about 30 days, I've dropped a pen into the toilet(While at work, I don't keep pens on me at home). My first one, it was a gone-er, it fell mid-flush, and I wasn't going after it. Not to mention, the first time it was my most favorite pen ever! This 2nd time that just occurred... well, I was able to save this one... I know, I know... it sounds totally nasty, but I washed and disenfected it, so I think it's good. It was my runner up for fave pen which since the demise of my favorite pen, has risen to #1. Needless to say, I will not be chewing on it, but it's probably cleaner now than any other pen in my possesion..... FML

Lessen I've taken from this? Don't put pens in your scrub top pockets.

Impatient

Soooo... Hell week is finally over! I deem it Hell week for multiple reasons, but being understaffed and expected to train someone, and keep up with all 3 jobs that I as one person was doing is a little much. I've decided that I am simply not cut out to be a trainer of any type. I am way too easily irritated for that. Nothing against the person I was training, she was fine, but damn, I have no freaking pacience at all. In my mind you should just understand what I'm saying... I realize, that is not always the case, but I like my bubble world, and my bubble should not be popped. No interesting head adornments this week though, so who know what Halloween has in store.
On the same not as training/understaffing... If you are aware that the only other person to answer phone calls is in the middle of training someone, how about PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE YOURSELF! You get paid more than double what I make, I think you can answer a damn phone call... just saying. I'm not your assitant and or secratary, so I don't really know what you expected, but unless you want to hire me as a personal assistant, which by the way, I don't think you could possibly pay me enough to put up with you, yea... You have two hands, and a phone at your desk, try ANSWERING it when it rings dumbass!

A crown, really?

So, I wish I could include a picture of this, but unfortunately I don't think it's appropriate. Anywho... here is the story:

So it's appreciation week in my career field, we had a meeting, every one in my department got recognized and and to add a fun spin, they gave us all either glow in the dark wands, or little kid crowns. Now, we donned them for the meeting, then discarded them at our desks when the meeting was over, all save one. One person kept their crown on their disheveld head all day... And drove home to show her parents (she's in her mid 40's by the way). Do you know how hard it is to take someone seriously and talk about work with a plastic crown with pink jewels on it askew on a mini-fro? Well, to answer that it VERY HARD. She was sooooooo proud. I just don't get it!

Hmm...

So, I now realize that my blog can in no way compare with The Bloggess. She is awesome and my new hero. LOL I want a Beyonce, not the singer, the chicken. You all must check out her blog.

Anywho... Hell week has begun and quite frankly, I'm uber un-motivated. Why should I have to do three peoples jobs and work for 12 days strait? Just doesn't seem fair, but hey life isn't fair, so I guess I'll suck it up. Over time is a plus, but I'd rather be in a pool, or well, just not a work. I'm here 8-9 hours a day, I don't want to add any more hours that I didn't intitially sign on for.

As far as office fashion goes... Wow, no shortage of it, that's for sure. I don't even know that I can point one specific thing out. Well, other than peptobismal pink pants... How can anyone miss those? I have a coworker that now gives me a daily theme when he sees my outfits... Lets see here's what he's come up with thus far: 4th Grade Teacher, Samuri Scrubs, Simple Scrubs, Laying on the Couch Watching DVDs, and Ode to My So Called Life (the TV show)..

Thoughts...

So, the other day, I walk into the bathroom at work. This weird chick who also works in my office is frantically looking for something. I chose to ignore her, and continued to walk to a stall. So then she's like, "Do you know where the spray stuff is?" To which I reply with an odd look. Then she says, "You know, the febreeze stuff?" and I tell her that I don't know where it is.
1) Why is there a frantic need for fabreeze? Did you drop a load in your cube?
2) Really, I don't even want to know... I'm already disturbed with the random thoughts in my head.

On a Febreeze note, I don't think we should have it in an office. I really don't want to smell poo, but flower scented poo is even worse. Remember the book, "Everyone Poops", well it's true and everyone's poop smells. Hosing down the stall in febreeze will not hide the fact that you dropped a deuce. Just saying....



On a second note, fat people should not wear skinny jeans. That is just bringing more attention to an area that really should not be scrutinized. Just throwing that out there. I'm not a big person, and I feel odd wearing skinny jeans, certainly people of the larger variety should avoid them at all costs.

Ugh...

So, on top of it being a Monday, I have a hole in thr front of the crotch of my pants, and I'm wearing Neon yellow underwear... FML Plus I'm going out tonight... Looks like I'm buying a pair of pants at lunch!

NOXIOUS FREE

So, my desk, like most peoples, I would assume, is a Noxious Smell Free Area (NSFA). If you need to relieve your gas, I would very much appreciate you not doing it whilst walking to and from my desk. When you so rudley crop-dusted me, I was eating, food in my mouth, when I was overcome by the smell of your ass. Yea, you heard me. So next time you want to blast someone with your ass-gas, please don't let it be me, cause I might blow a gasket if you do it again. Just throwing that out there. Who does that... Walk away from people if you have to rip one, not towards me, I'm in a corner, I can't even get away!! And you are walking towards me, so it all hits me in the face, in the corner.. I mean come on! WTF?????

Office Fashion... Windbreakers Oh My!

Let's to a flash back to late 80's, early 90's. I remember back when I was about, oh I don't know 8 years old and I had a kick ass track suite. It was various purples, greens, pinks, with a paisley pattern on the jacket and solid pants in one of the aforementioned colors.

Fast forward:
Well, I saw one of those today. It's been about 17 years since I owned one... and I was 8, but this was a fully grown woman... and it's been almost two decades later... paired with brown dress pants and a lovely teal turtleneck.

I'm really not sure where the horrible 80's store is, but I'm pretty sure my coworkers are keeping it in business. And I'm not talking about the 80's fashion that is coming back, this is all the stuff that should be barried and never, ever brought back...