What's it Like Working With Old Women?

It's a lot like spending a summer with your Great-Aunt.

No, not the one that stuffs you full of cookies and has a bible with your mother's entire family tree in it. The one who's grandkids you love playing with, and who has the neatest toys! I'm talking about the Great-Aunt who smells like a stale cigarette, the who always complains about how much better things used to be. The one who asks for your help just so she can tell you you how much better her grandkids would've done it. The one who when her grandkids come over they get spoiled with stuff the good great-aunt would've spoiled you with.

The one that makes you wonder why you are putting up with her in the first place, then you remember oh yeah, she has a pool and lots of money.

That is what it is like being in an office with old women, I'm only putting up with it because of the pool and money. Yes, I'd like to sneak into thier bedroom when they sleep and hover over them with a pillow and play God and think to myself "I could end your life right now, and all would be good."

...but that would be psychotic of me.

Hey, you know what I didn't need to see?

A 58 year old woman wearing a mini-skirt.

I am bannishing my eyesight, it has brought me great harm and what it has done to me cannot be forgiven.


I love this office.

You Know What I Don't Need for My Birthday or Christmas?

Strife, and agony!

I don't need any of those. No sir, got me plenty of that right now, so much I'm thinking about re-gifting it back to those who gave it to me. Hell, I'll even re-use the bag and tissue paper it came in, I'm not proud.

Here's the good:

Casey's Sunday night 10 hour solid sleep fest was not a one time thing, he did it again last night! I forgot what a solid 7 hours of sleep felt like!

I'm finally getting those fiddle lessions I've been wanting!

There is an air of calm under my roof, tempers have not flared up since Sunday night, I know it's only been one day, but hey baby steps.

Liam is starting to realise that Casey is not a toy and is learning the fine art of "Gentle" and "Nice"

Casey seems to be all around different baby, he's smiling more, gurgling, happy, doesn't need to be held on a constant basis.

I have a day off next Friday (the 24th)

We got our refinance on the house! Hello $100 cheaper payment!

Now the Bad, and belive me these are big bads!

Well Casey has ruptured ear drums from an ear infection. Temporary (I hope!) hearing loss, and they should heal and he'd be back to normal.

We have no insurance for Casey until the 1st of August, which leads me too...

We owe $20,000 for Casey's Dr. Visits, Hospital stay, and Birth. "Why?" you ask, well it turns out when we added Casey to our insurance and we were told "Everything is fine, he's added" what the guy meant to say was "I'm a fucking idiot and forgot to tell you that we need his birth certificate!" English, what a confusing language right? So everything that was covered is now denied and we have to fax in his certificate, and appeal all the denied claims, cause you know I have nothing better to do with my time then screw around with Insurance companies.



I guess it's not too bad, at least the good outweighs the bad. So I guess the saying is true, hows it go? Oh yeah, "God opens a window after he roundhouses you in the nutbag"

lousy deity....*fist shake*

I am an asshole

Plain and simple! What should've been a wonderful Sunday celebrating my son's baptisim turned into me being an utter and complete asshole. Don't know why, some would like to say I drank too much, some could say I mixed my beer and whiskey, some could even go as far to say, I'm just an asshole plain and simple. I think it's a combination of all three.

Without going into details of last evenings events, I'm now sitting at work in front of my monitor wishing I was at home with my family because I feel like such a douchebag.


Casey decided he wanted to sleep the entire night! From 8-6 he slept without a peep. Do you think I got to enjoy the same thing? No, I was too busy being pissed at my self and hardly slept.

I don't think a sandwich is going to save today.

Started the day off fighting with the wife, and I mean fighting, there was shoving yelling and a child getting under toe. I think I reached my breaking point, I'm just getting tired of being treated like a roomate, bank, and a house nig.

It all started over breakfast, (most of our fights start over breakfast) she was eating pancakes and got butter on her shirt. Which upset her, so I asked her if I can get her a paper towel, "It's butter!" she snapped at me, "Well then you want a peice of toast then?" I said, trying to make light of the situation. Then she decided to treat me like a kid and begin to tell me how much she doesn't appreciate it when I mock her and patrionize her, both words she really doesn't under stand the concept of, I just think she says them because they sound like they'd fit.

Well I apologized for "mocking" her and told her I wasn't mocking her I was making light of the situation. So as I'm putting my shoes on she decides she wants to start crying like a little brat. So I told her I'm done, I'm going to work, you can stay here and have your family over, they're at my house more then I am, they can move in. I'm going to work so I can buy food for your sister and her kids everytime they come over, and you can take care of your own whenever you feel like it. She then decided she wanted to get in my way and bar me from leaving because she wasn't going to let me leave pissed because it will ruin my day. "It doesn't matter what fucking mood I leave in, my day gets progressivly worse as soon as I leave!" "I go to work and argue with people and clean up messes, I come home and argue with you and clean up messes!"

A pushing match ensued with me playing the role of the unstopple force and the wife taking the role of the un-moveable object. I won and left the house in a huff with the wife in tears.

I think it stemmed off from last night when I was talking to the wife and The Buzz came on, that little 5 min section of the 6:00 news when they prattle on about how awesome Hollywood is and why we should care that Michael Jackson is being buried with a glove on...big fucking whoop right? Well too my wife it is the most important 5 mins of her day, I hope to God that Casey doesn't start saying his first words during The Buzz otherwise the wife'll tell him to shut up.

Now I've given up a lot of things I like to do ever since I've gotten married and have had kids, I tend to not care what other people do unless it happens under my roof, you think my wife could do the same? No, I was told to turn my music down while I was cleaning the kitchen and making my lunch and getting everything ready for the next morning. Was it that my music was so loud the neighbors could hear it? Was it that I was listening to Pantera and she was getting sick of hearing swears and awesome guitar solo's? No, I was listening to Bluegrass and it was disctracting her from listening to Michael Jackson which she had cranked up on the computer. so I asked her to turn down MJ, because "You never listened to him before the fucker died, now you're a born again fan, I swear it's like 9-11 all over again! Everyone is a born again fan!" I said. "Well he meant a lot to me, he was a great artist, and I'll miss him." That's about the point I lost it, "Does that fucker put a roof over your head? Did that fucker give you two wonderful children? Does that fucker go to a job he hates everyday to make sure you can stay home with the kids? Has that fucker ever told you he loves you? NO!" "If he means so much to you, WTF do I mean to you?" "I get nagged everytime I do something, I get to listen to you complain about EVERYTHING!"

So here I sit at work getting pissed off, and wondering where my future is heading, just a normal day in this pathetic life of mine.

***update***
So after feeling horrible for my actions this morning, yes I'll be the first the admit, I have a short temper, it's gotten even shorter in the past 4 months, I don't know why. I apologized to my wife and admitted that I could've handled the whole event a little better instead of acting like an angry gorrilla. I explained to her what caused me to blow up, she didn't quite to seem to understand why I was telling her she needs to grow up, (I think it was an instance of Pot calling Kettle black) But all seems to be ok for now, I'm still at work but I think I'm going to stop by Discount Liqour and pick up a six pack of something, and lament about my life to somebody who'll listen.

You better not fail me roast beef sandwich

It's gotten so bad, that the rest of my day is hinging on how well my Roast beef and Co-jack cheese sandwich performs in 20 mins.

Lunch, it's the only thing I look forward to during my work day, well that and going home.

I think I'm going to start little blurbs here and there about my co-workers, for example the two fatties who complain that they diet but can't loose the wieght. Well, I think eating two Lean Cuisine Microwave Lunch's kinda defeats thier purpose.

Or the chick in this office who has had more body work done then a '78 Camero, and dresses like she has the figure of a 16 year old, when she really has the figure of an over stuffed sausage.

***Update***

1:00 while my sandwich was very delcious and did put up a good fight trying to conquer my workday fits of rage, it was not enough and the feeling of "I'd rather pound nails into my dick then sit here" still lingers on....

Jabba the Rep

Another post at work!

I sit kitty corner from this rep here who is morbidly obese and laughs like ooooh oooooh oooooh, so guess what I call her?

Did I mention I know so much about her personal life and I yet have to talk to her?

Things I've learned from her talking so loud:

Her mother is 84 and bought her own birthday cake this weekend
She used to date or hang out with somebody at Sprecher years ago
She has a daughter with cerebal paulsy or something like that
Her ex-husband left her
She has land somwhere up north
Her lawnmower wouldn't start this weekend
She has a pontoon boat
Her last name is Hungarian
She enjoys Summerfest, Wisconsin State Fair, Hot Dogs, Children (for dinner or just in general I don't know yet)

That's all I care to mention at this point.