Sunday, July 8, 2007
OK, so here's the deal, I am stuck in a job I like but with a quasi-boss that I loathe! The woman is beyond description, she could make the mean guy from Hell's Kitchen look like a boy scout and let's be frank, I hate her. I mean, truth be told, I would really like to be anywhere else than working with her, but she is still there. My dilema is that I'd really like to keep the job, but without her influence. How can I possibly stay there and keep her off my case....? It figures that the newspaper job I finally get that pays decent and allows me to meet great people will be my downfall....what to do, what to do? Any thoughts dear reader?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The evils of Facebook!
OK, so I'd like to be able to say that I can walk away from most anything before it gets to be too much, but I have met a weakness that I can't quite make myself quit and I place the blame for this squarely on Sally's shoulders! Is it booze yoiu ask? No dear friends I have not wandered back into AA, is it drugs? Nope. It is the evil Facebook!
Innocently, I was minding my own business and Sally tells me I HAVE to join this thing and I listened, mainly to catch up with the hotness that is Rob Briggs, but I digress.....
It has put me back in touch with people I haven't seen or heard from since high school graduation, what do we have in common these days? Probably nothing, but I guess I'll find out because I can't tear myself away from that frigging web site!
Bats was right with his conspiracy theory.... and worse yet, I think Sally is in on it! ;(
Must jet and get back to my little obsession....someone save me!
Until then, I shake my fist at the Facebook people as I log on AGAIN.....
Tootles,
Candie
Innocently, I was minding my own business and Sally tells me I HAVE to join this thing and I listened, mainly to catch up with the hotness that is Rob Briggs, but I digress.....
It has put me back in touch with people I haven't seen or heard from since high school graduation, what do we have in common these days? Probably nothing, but I guess I'll find out because I can't tear myself away from that frigging web site!
Bats was right with his conspiracy theory.... and worse yet, I think Sally is in on it! ;(
Must jet and get back to my little obsession....someone save me!
Until then, I shake my fist at the Facebook people as I log on AGAIN.....
Tootles,
Candie
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Here's your sign...
OK, so this is the deal, everyone has to work with tards, it's inevitable. Some are more tolerable than oithers and then there are just some that make you want to be mean to them, I have one from the latter category.She is a whiner and I mean hardcore!
She is all of about 22 and has two kids that must have to wrestle her for any sort of attention because she is so needy. She had her wisdom teeth taken out and instead of staying home on painkillers like a normal person would do, she is at work with a bruised swollen mug, sporting an ice pack and walking from desk to desk in search of sympathy and attention. In a word, LOSER!
Well, since it was my turn to make baked goods to sell for the Relay for Life fundraiser, (and those of you that really know me, know full well that I am so NOT the Betty Crocker type) I made brownies with peanut butter icing. I put a sign up with them, explaining that the icing was peanut butter in case anyone had allergies. I thought it was a little redundant considering that only a few things in life even look like peanut butter, but again, I work with idiots. The snippet looks at the brownies, and ponders out loud what the icing is made from. That in itself is bad enough but then she comes to my desk and says, "Yeah, you know that peanut butter icing, what is it made of?"
I kid you not gentle reader, I thought I was going to laugh in her face, so I responded in what my husband has since told me is my smart ass mode and said, "Well naturally, it's made from fish."I kid you not, she actually took a few minutes before she realized I was being a smart ass. It's almost not really a sport when they are that dumb. Last I saw of her she was walking from desk to desk with her brownie whining to everyone about how she couldn't eat it because of her teeth....... idiots, I tell ya, idiots.
Candie's law - if your IQ is low enough that you could be decalred legally retarded, you should have to wear a sign so the rest of us can choose to avoid you if we want, but's that just how I see it.
Until next time,
XOCandie
She is all of about 22 and has two kids that must have to wrestle her for any sort of attention because she is so needy. She had her wisdom teeth taken out and instead of staying home on painkillers like a normal person would do, she is at work with a bruised swollen mug, sporting an ice pack and walking from desk to desk in search of sympathy and attention. In a word, LOSER!
Well, since it was my turn to make baked goods to sell for the Relay for Life fundraiser, (and those of you that really know me, know full well that I am so NOT the Betty Crocker type) I made brownies with peanut butter icing. I put a sign up with them, explaining that the icing was peanut butter in case anyone had allergies. I thought it was a little redundant considering that only a few things in life even look like peanut butter, but again, I work with idiots. The snippet looks at the brownies, and ponders out loud what the icing is made from. That in itself is bad enough but then she comes to my desk and says, "Yeah, you know that peanut butter icing, what is it made of?"
I kid you not gentle reader, I thought I was going to laugh in her face, so I responded in what my husband has since told me is my smart ass mode and said, "Well naturally, it's made from fish."I kid you not, she actually took a few minutes before she realized I was being a smart ass. It's almost not really a sport when they are that dumb. Last I saw of her she was walking from desk to desk with her brownie whining to everyone about how she couldn't eat it because of her teeth....... idiots, I tell ya, idiots.
Candie's law - if your IQ is low enough that you could be decalred legally retarded, you should have to wear a sign so the rest of us can choose to avoid you if we want, but's that just how I see it.
Until next time,
XOCandie
Sunday, May 6, 2007
A ranter's delight
OK, so as all of my friends and family already know, whenever I am going to start a rant or lose my temper, (which happens simultaneously) I start that barrage of comments with, "OK, so here is the deal...." and then I proceed to let loose with some Sophia Patrillo-esque words of wisdom, hence the name of the blog.
I'm not claiming to be the voice of the masses or even right, but I will guarantee that I will have a comment on just about everything and anything and from time to time, they will be funny. Now seriously, with all the crap we read everyday on the internet, doesn't that seem fair? I hope so and stick around for what inspires my post. Hope you enjoy!
I'm not claiming to be the voice of the masses or even right, but I will guarantee that I will have a comment on just about everything and anything and from time to time, they will be funny. Now seriously, with all the crap we read everyday on the internet, doesn't that seem fair? I hope so and stick around for what inspires my post. Hope you enjoy!
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