May 29, 2012 § 10 Comments
May 29, 2012 § 13 Comments
*Warning, really gross post*
It’s in the fridge. And the freezer. It’s fucking vile stench would gag a maggot. I literally threw out everything, it still smells. I washed it down with bleach. It still smells, though not as bad. Now I put that baking powder filter things in. I hope that ends the stench. I have not found the source. C is slightly pissed at the fridge purge, but there is no way I am eating anything that marinaded in the odor. I’d gag thinking about it. But then he doesn’t know. He was not there at the height of disgusting late yesterday afternoon, coming home from shift and nearly threw up walking by the unopened fridge. I mean WTF?
So it still smells. Reeks. In fact even C was admitting he smelt it too, and his sense of smell is not as sensitive as mine. So we spray the furniture. The carpet. We put CLR drain cleaner down the drain. It’s the fridge. We pull it out. Oh. MY. Fucking. God. There, trapped in a downward spiral a squirrel…. a fucking squirrel, had snapped it’s neck on the rungs of the fridge and it rotting corpse was cooking there in the heat and the mechanical parts. Brown decomposition running down the fridge, or a C put it “squirrel juice”. Mmmmm,, yummy:P
Apartment still smelling a bit, though C says it is just me. Dude, you did not even smell it to start with.
May 21, 2012 § 10 Comments
Typical May 24 weekend.
Woke up this morning, still dressed, laying in bed. My iPhone went off in my pocket.
C was sleeping on the couch. The apartment and back yard spotless. Poor C. Sometimes I think he should hate my drunken friends and me. But he loves to just sit and watch us all get foolish and party like lunatics.
Jake and his girlfriend spent the night (hate her). Ali spent the night. Kay and her husband left with the kids, thankfully. It was a hungover crowd this morning, and pictures. Well if the neighbors did not already hate us they would after last night. Now I am here, after a day of flea markets, drinking a rum and coke. Damn, some days it is good to be me.
May 17, 2012 § 19 Comments
I’ve been having problems with my new job. I go home after every shift and feel like ripping someone’s head off, and usually C needs to put up with be being not my usual bitchy self, but mean nasty, “fuck you and your little dog too” attitude. The worst part of my job is this thing called “on call”. For those of you who do not know what this is (lucky shits), it means you call in a couple hours before your shift starts to find out if you are needed. What this means is if you have an on call at 5 o’clock on a Saturday and you get invited to a barbecue, you can’t drink until after you call at 3 o’clock to find out you may be working. These are considered “scheduled shifts”, even if you don’t work them. So when your boss promises you 3 or 4 shifts a week, half of those or more, you may not be working.
But back to my barbecue at 3 o’clock. I call in, no work. Part of me was pissed off as I would like the hours, the other part was happy to hang up the phone and grabbed a beer. Then 4:30 hits, I get a call, my “on call” is back on. Uh, no. Sorry, drinking an hour and a half in the sun. No, I am not fit to work. My boss was being a real dick, so I hung up the phone.
So last night I went in for my shift to find it cancelled. No call, no nothing. “You know you still have to pay me for three hours,” I told him. He told me he left a message, I went into my received calls, nothing from him. He just shrugs and said he must have dialed the wrong number. “Then you still have to pay me for three hours.”
“No, I called the number you left, if you gave me the wrong number that is your fault.” I fucking snapped. “Dude, you managed to call me on Saturday for the on call you told me was off.”
He “suggested” I re-evaluate how much I want this job. So basically, I shut up and not get paid for the three hours for the cancelled shift I showed up for, or I have no job. Fuck that. I may be able to small that big shit eating grin while customers treat me like shit, but to pick up a dozen hours and have a boss treat me like shit, I think not.
But the oh-so-childish part of me wants to just not show up for my shift. I want to just send a big “Fuck you” to him. BUT I probably will not and give a whole two weeks notice and all. Not for him, but because I don’t want to be that guy.
May 15, 2012 § 10 Comments
“I have anger issues”, it sounds like a positive step towards the resolution of your issues. But no, much like the ownership of guilt, kids (and by that I mean people mostly my age) use this as an excuse to do whatever they fucking want with no remorse. Not the way it works people. Having an issue is admitting a problem. What is the point if you do not try to work on or resolve the problem? *le sigh* Some days I really hate my generation.
May 12, 2012 § 20 Comments
I woke up feeling watched. You know that super paranoid feeling you get. I woke with a start, Nelson staring at me from the foot of the bed. Usually he is not allowed in our room when we sleep, but occasionally he manages to sneak in. Not pointing any fingers here, or assigning blame, but for some reason when I drink C forgets to make sure he is out of the room. I would have ignored him, but the moment I rolled over he attacked my foot with claws and teeth. He is still very much a kitten with a few things. Though he no longer goes foolish with tinfoil balls (unless you put catnip in it), two things turn him into that kitten he was a year ago. 1. Laser pointer, better yet, two laser pointers. 2. any movement under a blanket or sheet.
“Get out, Nelson,” moving my foot away from him, which only caused another pounce. Now C is not a cat person. He is very much a dog person, and is used to dogs. In a very strong commanding voice he says : Nelson out. And of course the animal reacted like any cat in the world would. He gave me a look of “is he fucking kidding me”, and deliberately sprawled out on his back, stretching, taking up as much of the bed as he possibly could.
C complains the cat does not listen. Really?
May 11, 2012 § 14 Comments
I know, I am not in North Carolina, Not in America. But this amendment really captured my attention because basically, it was not about legalization of gay marriage (regardless of whether this amendment passed or not, same sex marrage will still be illegal), what this amendment did was take away the legal right to challenge the state about gay marriage. It wrote bigotry into the constitution.
Less than eight hours later this email was fired off: Since Amendment One has passed when will we get a memo or something that outlines what changes we need to make to our health plan to be in compliance? I recall when the Democrats on the Commission forced the issue and added these benefits for homosexuals that a number of legal experts said it was illegal then – including the City attorney. Now that Amendment one has passed it obviously is illegal to offer this benefit as there is now only one ‘domestic legal union’ recognized in the state.
Still, I would like to know when the Board can expect information on the changes Amendment One wrought (or are we going to break the law and spend scarce resources on litigation we will likely loose)?
Yep, the end of benefits for same sex partners, and the next step, any common law partners too? I am currently insured through my dad. But with me being the child of a woman he never technically married, I guess in North Carolina I would be next on the chopping block. But wait…. I could be considered on my partners insurance….. nope. This does not just hurt gay people, but it was obviously the focus and intended target.
Obama…. you wily politician you. I do think his coming out in support of gay rights was well timed. And I am not complaining. After all, he has a career to think about. He “came out” on a day where anyone with the slightest bit of caring about equality would be pissed. Well done sir. Your timing was impeccable.
Picture stolen from A of http://andreashealingjourney.blogspot.ca/2012/05/times-they-are-changin.html?showComment=1336726895715#c9043605655041494006
going in a coffee shop, as a door was closing I ran up and grabbed it, the woman in front of me was embarrassed she had not held the door. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming so quick.”
Me: “sorry, I’ll try harder next time”
She did not get it for a couple of minutes, right around the time she took her first mouthful of coffee.