The Big Head Syndrome

Why is it that when you give some people a title they think that they now have a license to be a bitch? Dammit if you want respect than take the time to earn it...don't think that just because you are an assistant manager that people will automatically respect you. Especially when you run around bad mouthing other managers for not training properly. I don't care if it took you over 20 years of being with this company to get that title...longer does not make you better. And since when does asking a question about policy being disrespectful? Are we supposed to sit here uninformed? Would you rather we sit and bitch about policies instead of asking questions and getting answers that might help us to see things in a different light? Perhaps if we did that for 20 years we could become a manger too. Goody.

Who needs lungs?

I'm sick. Fucking cough is making my chest feel like someone stepped on it but it's a damn dry cough...Can I just say that I hate drainage?? And who here likes summer colds? There are so many things I'd rather be doing than hacking up a lung. Like pulling the re-grown grass out of my teeny tiny garden, putting Bug's dresser together, or hell even watching some good television without missing parts from my lung expulsion. A little bit of good news...he told me that he was happier with me than he is with "her". Not much but hey I'll take it. I really do love him so much. I would still be willing to fight for this marriage but I can't be the only one fighting now can I? So what is a girl to do but hang on to little tiny scraps of compliments that she was at one time the light of his life? I like that much better than the feeling I get when my lungs explode from coughing.

Life goes on

My friend Sabrina had her baby yesterday!! OMG I'm so happy for her. I want to go in to the hospital tonight to see her but I'm not sure if she's accepting visits. I don't know all the details and it's killing me! How come a man is just content enough to know a baby is born but women need to know sex, weight, lenght, name, middle name, breast or bottle, father's reaction and the last time the cute little bundle soiled his new "newborn" diaper?? I guess it shows that life continues on even though I'm a mess... Speaking of, I'm feeling much better. Took some time to clean a bit and get my home looking like I actually live there and not like I'm a refugee from some unpronouncable dusty country. And it turns out...it did me good. So big gold star for me! Oh and congratulations Christy!!! I'm sending you lots and lots of vibes!