Just a couple of things to get off my shoulders...
Who the hell puts the descriptions of match.com together?? Is there some lame ass boiler plate template that dumb people stamp out? Guess what? I love my family and friends, too. I'd love to sit here and lie and say I like, hiking, biking, camping and traveling-but I have a job and have bills to pay. Who over the age of 30 gets to have the life of a constant student on spring break? Grow up and get real.
Oh, and that whole, "I just want someone who is easy going and carefree"? I'm calling bullshit. Case in point-if you're out with this guy and some asshole is out of line, that is not the time for carefree. That's time for a gentleman, a real dude, to stand up and tell the asshole his company isn't welcome around you, his female companion for this evening. If done tactfully, it'll be cool. But carefree and easy going? Nah, that dude gets trampled on in the beginning and end of every story. Character counts.
Anyone else tired of political ads? I'm putting this out there-Romney isn't nearly that good or bad, neither is Obama. They're both assholes. You get to figure out which asshole you can deal with. But I'm ending the political talk for the day with this-Romney may be a felon? Or not? What kind of twisted ass logic is that?? Either accuse the man of something and back it up or back off with that nonsense.
Work-my place of employment should hand out weed and a bowl every day we walk in. That is the only way to deal with the bipolar customers. And I know why they are the way they are. We have a shitty sales org that is the equivalent of 'wham, bam, thank you customer'. Gone like a fart in the wind after a sale. And the rest of us are left to do the clean up. Some are thankful, most are not. Oh, and I didn't sign up to be a customer service rep. I'm a credit analyst, dealing mostly with collections. I'm turning into a therapist for some customers-they just want to yell. Yelling at me hasn't worked since I was 9, 27 years later it's only getting more comical.
I need a day off soon-I woke up to the sound of my work phone in my head, after I hit snooze. That can't be a good thing.
At the very least, I get to hang out with my friends and their kids, who keep me laughing and in constant good spirits.
And if you're dating out there in this shitstorm, have a buddy. No, not a fuckbuddy, ya skank. It is an ever loving mess out there. I've got a new story later this week for you-let's just say I got a glimpse into the mind of desperation and briskly walked the other way while giggling.
