I am here to give new meaning to the phrase I hate my job
I am constantly antagonized by this bully (and her father) whom I work with. My boss obviously knows what's going on and blames it on Bully being jealous of me, and I get that, but it is so
not my fault that she has no education, a billion DUI's, and no future. I should be able to go to work, mind my own business, and do my job in an environment that is not hostile.
Yesterday I wanted to cry.
Today I had had enough.
Today I was just a bitch.
In that really quiet, unassuming way that you can't really put your finger on, but you get the feeling that I think I am better than you, and you don't matter. I hated to do it, but if I have to be there, I am not putting up with that treatment any longer. She backed off. We were so busy (I didn't even have time to take a lunch break of sit down for five minutes), and the client was in town (who doesn't give two shits about what she thinks), and it was 100 degrees in Golden today. I didn't really have the worst day today. And overtime pay is fantastic.
The worst thing about working 12 hour days, is getting home so late, it feels like I am just waiting to go back to work. And poor Murph, by the time I get hoe he has to pee so badly he's crosseyed and dancing around the kitchen. Hopefully we'll only be doing twelve's for a week.
I actually felt like I had a life this weekend. I made dinner Friday night for my parents (burgers, beers, chips with french onion dip, fancy huh?), then met Tanya in Denver for some dancing. Unfortunately I forgot my cameras, but got these pics were taken by one of those guys who take pictures in bars.
I think he had some kind of special house-of-mirrors lens on his camera. This is the worst photo of me ever. I look like a horse.
We danced up a storm, and I had the best time. Tanya is one of my most fun girlfriends, and dancing with her is always a blast.
On Sunday I went to the Rockies game with Doug and two of his friends I hadn't met before (one is from out-of-town).
The grossest thing I saw today: a man, about 45, eating a bunch of grapes, but sucking out the inside of each grape and leaving the sucked out skins in a pile in the middle of the table.
One tiny thing that really pissed me off so much that I actually can't stop thinking about it: I asked the guy working at Whole Foods where the bulk bin of whole sugar was located (I don't usually keep sugar because I seldom use it). He replied "It's not good for you". I didn't ask whether or not it was good for me, I asked where it was located. You are a stock boy, not a nutritionist, mind your own damned business.
On my grill right now: a peach and a plum. Mmm grilled stone fruit.
Labels: Dudes, Miscellaneous, Tanya