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It’s Not Me, It’s You

Published 25 September, 2009 by itsaheartache

So, I never claim to be the easiest person to get along with.  I get annoyed easily, I hold grudges for stupid stuff, and I’ll most likely laugh at you to your face if you fall down in my presence.  I make no apologies, this is who I am.

Generally speaking, I’m pretty even keeled and cool tempered, and usually have a smile on my face.  If I’m not smiling, it’s easy to get me to that point.  I’m not a total frigid bitch on wheels.  Unless of course I’m beHIND the wheel.  I have horrible road rage, not directed at anyone in particular.  I’m the best driver in the tri-state area; just don’ t expect me to know which way East is because I will mess it up every time.  Just hush about it and enjoy the “scenic route”.  Who told you that you could move your hand from my leg?  That’s better.  😉

Having said that, I thought I’d talk about some things that make me go from 0 to irritated in a short period of time (Let’s say 0.10 of a second)

~ Don’t cut me off.  Period.  This can be applied to many instances – Driving, speaking, eating, sex… Just don’t do it.  I think interrupting is very rude, and especially if someone is trying to make their point by talking OVER me, that just shows lack of consideration.  One way ticket to the top of the shit list.  Driving is self explanatory… Road rage is alive and well – Not in the literal form.  I would never pull someone over to fight them but I sure do talk a lot of shit when behind the wheel. 

~ Don’t tell me how to raise my kids.  This is a fine line, as it seems everyone and their brother has advice and has some golden magic rule that I’ve never heard of.  Bottom line – If you don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s best to hush up unless I directly ask you what you would do in a particular situation. 

~ Don’t disparage my musical taste.  I’m all over the board and I like bands you probably have never heard of, but that does not mean they suck or that I have bad taste in music.  I like literally everything and can sing along to more songs than most people even know exist.  I know what I’m talking about, be quiet and you might learn something.

~ I’m absolutely horrible at taking criticism.  This is a work in progress, however does not mean you need to break me in by insulting me or something about me every 5 seconds.  Knock it off and be nice.

~ If you are a grown up, eat like one.  I can’t STAND loud eaters.  People who slurp, chew loudly, pick their teeth, suck their gums, or worse, suck their fingers.  OMG.  You have to be kidding me, really.  This is probably #1 on my pet peeve list, honestly.  At least we know why there is back ground noise in restaurants – So we don’t have to listen to people eat.  I would rather listen to a CD of Creed, High School Musical, and Taylor Swift on repeat than to listen to other people make mouth noises. 

~ If  you receive good service, show appreciation.  Thank the waitress.  Tip her generously.  Perhaps even call the manager over and express your gratitude for the service you have received.  If you receive bad service, don’t be a prick about it.  Everyone has a bad day, and dealing with rotten customers probably even makes it worse for the service person.  Relax and know that you’re not the only person they deal with, and be sympathetic where applicable.  Sometimes having a relaxed, sympathetic customer is all this person needs to snap out of their funk.  This of course doesn’t give you carte blanche to be a door mat.  If the service sucks THAT bad, report the person. 

~ I guess I must not be as laid back as I thought.  More to come on this epiphany.

TGIF everyone!  =)

Singin’ In The Rain

Published 21 September, 2009 by itsaheartache

I love that I have a 40 minute commute to and from work.  I enjoy having the time to myself, and having time to decompress.

I have over 50 hours of music in my Sansa clip mp3 player.  It’s no surprise that most days I arrive at work with my ears ringing.

This morning I was a a stoplight, about 5 minutes from work.  Ben Harper was serenading me with the cover to ‘In Your Eyes’… I was singing along, loudly, not caring who noticed the crazy girl at the corner.  I had my window down slightly.  I happened to look over, and the guy in the truck next to me was making the “roll down your window” motion.  I rolled down the window the rest of the way, and he said to me “I love that song!  Have a great day!”.

Indeed.

It’s A Perfect Kind Of Day…

Published 17 September, 2009 by itsaheartache

On the way to the building this morning, the shuttle driver said ‘What a beautiful day.  I bet today is the perfect kind of day to have a crappy day’.

He couldn’t be more right.  I’m literally counting down the minutes to a meeting that will probably destroy my mood for the next day or so.  Goose Fraba – we have done everything we can at this point to avoid the worst, and unfortunately the worst has happened.  It’s out of our hands.

*Breathe*

So how have you been? 

I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.  I should just stop writing about boys here.  They always end up disappointing me.  I know the right one will come along one day and prove me wrong, but I haven’t met him yet so whatever. 

The kids and I are moved out of my brother’s house.  We have been in our new place for about 6 weeks now.  We love it, however do NOT love our neighbors.  Apartment living is definitely hard to get used to.  I can’t believe how inconsiderate some people are.  Between the loud music, constant stomping, and letting their heathen children run around screaming at all hours of the night… Oye. 

It has been very hard to get used to being a grown up again.  It’s all I could think about for the 6 months we lived with my brother, but now that it’s happened it’s almost like I’ve frozen.  Like I’ve forgotten what it is I’m supposed to be doing.  It took me almost a month before I was able to actually sit down and relax.  A month!! In my own place!!  It felt so weird.  My stuff doesn’t feel like mine.  I hate the second hand furniture I have.  I should note that I’m in no way ungrateful, I just hate it.  It’s not my microsuede fantastic furniture that I had to sell for nothing.  I miss my old furniture.  I’m counting down until tax time when I can buy a big fancy sectional.  If I make it that long!!

All in all, things are looking better though.  I am on the road to mental recovery.  I’ve not been sleeping through the night which is irritating, however once I start to relax and feel at home I should be fine.  Just a bump.

I love that I have two bathrooms.

I love that I have my own washer and dryer.

I love that I have my fat cat back.

I love that I have my own room, where I can close the door and breathe.

I love that the boys are back in their old school with their old friends.

I love that I am close to Jen and Elle again.

I love that I can cook dinner and not do the dishes immediately after everyone is done eating.

I love that I can go out at night after the boys go to bed and not feel like a bad person.

I’m almost me again!  I just can’t wait for the rest of me to show back up.