“No, no that’s my ear bud for my phone.”
“um no sir, really it looks like a giant beatle.”
“what?!”
Guys proceeds to flail around until large beetle type bug is flung off his ear.
Just another day at work.
Just another day. sigh. I wore my cute heels today thinking that is would be like another other night shift. Me working the back desk, while 2-4 stranglers come in during the course of my 8 hour shift. But nooooo, in a brilliant show of company wide communication, it appears the new VP of the region may be coming tonight… and me without a stitch of make-up on. So i get to stand up here, in heels, for 8 hours with out a break for food or otherwise. yay. woohoo. god I love my job
Anniversairy is coming next week. 5 years. It kinda blindsides you. FIVE YEARS. five years. 5. wow.
I thought for a second last night that KIA wasn’t going to charge me 600 dollars after all for the belts, parts and 30,000 mile service because the authorization dropped off our account. But no such luck. There was the charge, deducted from our account first thing this morning. I kinda figured that was what was happening, but one can only hope.
I have duct tape closing up the hole in the wall where the air vent used to be. They still haven’t come back and fixed it. It’s pissing me off a little, or a lot. Could be the PMS
“maybe someday you’ll remember us again and visit”
What kind of a friend writes this? What kind of a friend guilts you like this? Not a friend at all. Someone who is frustrated that they can’t control my life like the other mom’s in her play group. Some one who doesn’t understand that friendships can change and not have to go away. Someone who probably isn’t really a friend.
I refuse to let someone make me feel bad about not coming to play dates because I have my own life to manage, fix and deal with. Because I refuse to let them make it all about them. It isn’t about them. IT ISN’T ABOUT THEM! scream it with me now.
Being passive aggressive takes far too much time and energy so why bother? it isn’t about you, it’s my life and my problems and I will deal with them as dam well as I please. and if that means not being to make it down where they live more than 2 times every few months then that’s life.
If you can’t be enough of a friend to understand that, then you aren’t a friend at all. Because a friend sure as hell would be writing me shit like maybe someday you’ll remember us again and visit. A friend wouldn’t do that.
I miss my family. They are the only ones that I can truly trust in this world, with maybe one rare exception.
We attended a Funeral yesterday for one of Erich’s Co-workers and friends. He passed this week in a motorcycle accident going home from work. It was gut wrenching and sad.
It was clear from those that spoke at the funeral that this was a special person. A bright star that burned so fervently, that he lighted the way for others. A star that burned out far too soon. He was caring, loving, and dedicated. The person you could count on, the friend for life. Amazing people like this leave us far too soon, leaving us bereft in the wake of the loss of their sunshine.
The following is something that Brain wrote and posted last month on his blog. It was read at the funeral, and touched us all with it’s eloquence, simplicity, and truth. I hope you read it and are touch too and perhaps Brian will live on in all of us.
I Believe
Category: Writing and Poetry
I believe…
I believe -
. . . that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I believe -
. . . that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I believe -
. . . that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you
every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I believe -
. . . that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest
distance. Same goes for true love.
I believe -
. . . that you can do something in an instant that will give you
heartache for life.
I believe -
. . . that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I believe -
. . . that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I believe -
. . . that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.
I believe -
. . . that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I believe -
. . . that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I believe -
. . . That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I believe -
. . . that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I believe -
. . . that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I believe -
. . . that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones to help you get back up.
I believe -
. . . that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I believe -
. . . that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I believe -
. . . that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe -
. . . that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I believe -
. . . that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe -
. . . that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could
change your life forever.
I believe -
. . . two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I believe -
. . . that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.
I believe -
. . . that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you – you will find the strength to help.
I believe -
. . . that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I believe -
. . . that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
Brian Paul Werner
September. 5th 1975-August 28th 2009
I’ve been having neck problems every since Sunday, luckily I had some sick time and my boss let me take part of Monday to go see the doctor and all of Tuesday off. But that means, coming back to work on wednesday I have a back to back shift, and my neck is killing me. 2 more hours to go.
So the TSA is trying to fire Erich because be filed for FMLA. oh I’m sorry what was the term again? “retire”.
The I guess the truck blew a fuse today , or something and the horn and the dash board lights don’t work.
Seriously? Seriously? Anyone else want to take a turn? come stand in line and abuse the Schmidts for a little while.
You know that last post, all about how I should have gone back to bed. Well the day ended with me leaving work and then being in a car crash.
Luckily I managed to hit the nicest, calmest most laid back person on earth. He even called to say he was feeling fine this morning and asked how I was, ( I know it makes you have hope for humanity)
Anyway, my insurance is working in an amazingly perfect way, it’s like one of those car commercials. Where you call and they tell you where to take it, then they call and get you your rental car and here you are done. It took me less than a hour today to get it all taken care of. I have a tiny Chevy cobalt from the rental company which I am switching out on Thursday after work, cause like my dad is going to fit in that when I pick them up on Friday.
All in all, it sucked being in a car accident, but everything is working like it should. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe it’s just this mild to intense neck pain.
sigh. I should have gone back to bed
