This is WAR bitch!

5 12 2007

So I’m dealing with someone at the place I go to for 8 hours a day (cough) who is being MAJORLY passive aggressive. I mean, seriously. And all over something completely STUPID: a box of folders. Empty folders.

Before I got to the place I go to for 8 hours a day, I guess my desk was used for people to just put random stuff. Like boxes of folders. For the first few months, I had at least 3 boxes of empty folders on my desk that she would have to access maybe once a week. MAYBE. I’ve been doing some cleaning and have gotten rid of a lot of stuff that didn’t really need to be on my desk. Including those fucking folders.

I hated when she would come and hover over me while she got the number of folders she needed. I am one of those people who hates when other people look over their shoulders when I am at the computer. It gets on my nerves. She did it whenever she had to come into my cube and get those damn folders.

So last week I moved them. To the supply closet. Which is located about 10 steps away from our desks. It opened up some space that I needed to use for MY stuff. I mean, that’s reasonable right? My desk, my space? Yea, I thought so too.

The very next day, my stuff is shoved aside and what is in their place? Those fucking folders. She. Put. Them. Back.

*cue internal screaming* This person ALREADY rides my nerves throughout the day and this? Icing on the cake.

So I put them RIGHT BACK in that damn closet. And I filled that space up with a basket full of work packets that I need to review. The basket looks much nicer up in my cabinet instead of crowding my desk. Much nicer. Cleaner. MORE PROFESSIONAL.

So she wants to play the passive aggressive bitch game? I invented that fucking game. She has no idea who she is fucking with.

A day goes by and guess what? The folders are back. But this time they are on my filing cabinet. Of course that’s the first thing I see when I get to work because she is too scared to do that while I am actually sitting at my desk. Since she gets in an hour before me, she can make all her little moves then.

Ahhh shit, its on now.

This time, I let the damn folders sit there for a day. Make her think she won. Yea, I don’t loose. I just don’t. Especially not over a fucking box of folders.

So back they go to the closet. With a little note stuck on them:

Supplies, such as folders ets., belong in the supply closet. Thank you!!

I even made a happy face out of the two exclamation points. Yes I did! I told you I invented this game. And in their place on my filing cabinet? A big ass plant.

I just walked over to the closet to take a picture of the note because it was really sweet, and it was there. Before I could snap the picture with my phone, she walked over to the area so I closed the closet and left. I don’t want to look like a psycho taking pictures over our little war. She might think I’m as crazy as she is. Once she sat down though, I walked right back over there and guess whats missing?? My fucking note!! Biyatch took it.

Your move ya crazy bitch.

Clearly I am in the right here. What sane individual is going to argue that MY desk is not HER supply area? I am so good, that if she does make an issue out of it, I can spin the situation so that not only do I look like I am right, but she will look completely INSANE for making a big deal out of it. That’s how I roll. Fo Sho.

Don’t worry, I will keep you updated.

UPDATE!!! Right as I hit publish, this crazy chick comes walking up and ASKS our boss if she can keep the folders on her desk, so that she “doesn’t have to be walking back and forth to the closet all day, as much as she makes new folders”. Of course my boss says yes. Does this mean I won? What a wimp, she barely even gave me a challenge!

BTW, I totally enjoyed my little blogging break. But I’m back. Not every day of course. Are you insane? I know I can be!

Mondays are bullshit

8 10 2007

I hate Monday. I always wake up on Mondays and think about how damn short the weekend was. Why don’t we have 3 day weekends? I mean, there are 7 days in a week right? 2 is NOT enough to rest. Why not give us 3, then just have 4 days of work? Isn’t that a little bit more balanced then this 2 day/5 day thing? I think so… 

It’s Columbus Day here in the states and Thanksgiving in Canada. Wow. I never knew that and its so fucking uninteresting, I don’t know what to do with myself.

This is why I hate Mondays.

Also, to raise my level of hatred for Mondays, I find out I got tagged by the only Hot Lithuanian Momma that I know. She laughs at my pain. I guess this is like the “Four things” Meme because all the questions ask you to list 4 things. Like we are too lazy to think up 5 things. Wait, I am that lazy. Thank ya Jeebus its only 4 but I would love it more if it were only 3. Anyways, here:

Four Jobs I’ve Had in my Life
-Target (Red and khaki combined is horrible. Half my entire wardrobe at the time consisted of 20 red shirts. This is also where I learned that people are assholes. Remind me to tell you about the lady who made me cry over Christmas lights.)
-Robinson’s May (Department store. I sold suits and dresses to old ladies and then later, but on their makeup at the Lancome counter. Oh how I loved that makeup. PS Lancome mascara is THE BEST, hands down. Show me a better one. I doubt you can.)
– Fleetwood RV. (I still cringe when I think of this job. I hated it. 8 hours a day on the phone talking to pissed off people. And my boss was a raging bitch who personally hated me for the 2 and a half years I worked there. She hated me so much that she moved my desk right in front of her office which just confirmed my suspicion that she did absolutely NOTHING all fucking day long.)
– Giant RV (This is the job that fired me. Every time we drive by any of their 6 convenient locations throughout Southern California, we give the one finger salute and say “Fuck you Giant RV!”)

Four Movies I would watch over and over
Fever Pitch (Every single time she drops from that wall and runs across the field, I CRY. )
-Knocked Up and Superbad (New favorite movies. That shit is hilarious. Go see them. NOW. I only group them together because they are made with the same casts of people and oh, how these guys crack me up. Because, I am McLovin’.)
-Grandma’s Boy (Classic. Pot and sex jokes crack me up. This is Adam Sandler’s group of guys and they are always great.)
– 50 First Dates (Duh. I always cry at the end of this one too.)

Four Places I Have Lived
-El Monte, CA
– Wrightwood, CA
– Temecula, CA
– Colton, CA (This list just reads from bad, to awesome, to rich, to ghetto… WOW)

Four TV Shows I Watch
– C.S.I.
– Las Vegas
– Heroes (kinda.)
– Family Guy (hee)

Four Places I Have Been
– Hawaii
– Caribbean
– Tahoe (LOVE)
– Florida (We actually drove cross country when I was a kid so I have seen the bottom half of the USA, up to DC on the East Coast, and up to Washington on the West.)

Four of My Favorite Foods
I just fell in love with the toasted french dip at Arby’s. Yum
– Chili
– Anything comfort food like. Hot chocolate, warm bread, soups, etc.
– Hot wings (Fuck yea)

Holy crap, am I almost done?

Four Sites I Visit Daily
– My Google Reader (for the blaaaags)
– Cafemom
– ummm….. yahoo games when I’m in the mood

Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now
-In Bed. Not Alone.
– At the beach
– San Francisco
– ummm really, anywhere but work. I’m not picky.

So there you have it. I’m not tagging anyone because I don’t want any viruses in my email. Why did I do the meme if I was going to bitch about it so much you ask? Well who the fuck are you? Don’t worry about it ok? Fuck. Its fucking Monday, don’t ask me stupid questions like that. It took me like 3 hours to get this post up.

Fuck you Monday.

Ok um… I’m a little freaked.

20 09 2007

Someone has been visiting my site from here:


*heavy breathing*

Sorry kids. I try to remain pretty anon on this site (with the exception of meeting strangers. Hi Jessie and David!) because of my ex. He’s psycho. Nothing Rura wouldn’t love to disfigure, but psycho never the less. He would freak the fuck out if he knew about this site and really, I don’t want to deal with that. Not right now anyways. Not until custody is worked out ok? Oh and preferably, not until I can change my last name to match Rura’s. Then I won’t give two shits about it.

Besides, doesn’t that stalker freak site need my permission or something to do that? Ehh… probably not. Fuck. There is nothing even there for me to ask them to take it down. Fuckity Fuck. They have some category listings on there to mark my site “offensive” or “sexually explicit”. I can only hope to be categorized as such. Oh and I want to be a mommyblogger. And a rock star. I’m on my way to “offensive” with the excessive amount of FUCKS in this particular post, don’t you think? Lets try to hit on the “sexually explicit” description shall we? The following is a joke that my dear cousin txt to me while I was at work. I tried not to shoot soda out my nose after this one. (oh and if nasty sex jokes offend you, go here. That came up when I googled “rainbows and butterflies” he.)

A man asks his wife “Can I cum in ur ear?” She says “No I might go deaf!” He says, “whatever! I always cum in your mouth and you never shut the fuck up!”

Ha. Take that judgemental website. Shit, imagine the fucked up search hits I’ll get off that! Ehhh….

Oh and BTW, you sick fuck who is STILL searching “mom fucks sun”: Get off the fucking Internet and go get sterilized.

If you still ♥ me, I’m still open to interviewing you! So leave a comment!

What’s so special about Iowa?

30 07 2007

Is it the pretty scenery? Or the simple fact that it’s over 2,000 miles away from family? I’m going to go with the latter. I absolutely HATE that my cousin lives in Iowa. I hate it. I’m a selfish bitch, yea ok but I still hate it. I hate not seeing her kids grow up. I hate not seeing her. Period. I don’t miss her self obsorbed husband. He blogs about my cousin in a way that makes me loathe him even more. I am not linking to his site because it sucks. I’ll just post the pic –

damn boots


 He goes on to say something along the lines of her being such a hard working mother and how she takes care of him as a 3rd child and blah blah. Yea, he blogged about her going out shopping with two different shoes on. Some will read this as an affectionate post about a husband who admits to under appreciating his wife. I read this as an arrogant ass who thinks its “cute” that his wife is so damn frazzled, she allows herself to go out in public like that. Him being too selfish to even notice when she went out the door. And WHAT. THE. FUCK. What are those THINGS she is wearing on her feet? She owns TWO pairs of fug boots? SCUFFED UP FUG BOOTS?? That she wears SHOPPING? Doing yard work or something in them is fine, but she would not be caught dead in those here in California. This makes me go insane!!!!!! She used to be put together. Gorgeous. Never out of place. Now she’s packed on the pounds and spends her time chasing after her kids who are growing up to be like Daddy which alone would make me nuts.  Added to the list of things I cant stand about him: he goes on all these trips, biking trips, work trips and never once does he think about taking my cousin on a much needed cruise or SOMETHING! He is never home with them and I know she is out of her mind.  

They are coming to visit towards the end of August. I wish she was coming alone with just the kids but I doubt it. I hate when he is with her because he is so damn condicending and judgmental. When SBJ was two, he was on a good one trashing my mom’s living room. Kids who are two pull things off of tables and throw them on the ground. They are two. They don’t understand “NO” just yet. My mom quickly re-learned to move the breakables high up and never cared what he was throwing around. My cousins hub (they had no kids at the time) sat there looking down on my baby and said “MY kids will NEVER act like that.” I wanted to knock his teeth in. I didn’t have to because KARMA IS A BITCH. His son was the BIGGEST brat. He has tantrums to beat all tantrums. The first time I witnessed this, I laughed my ass off.


He is one of those parents who send out birthday invitations and add a little sticker that says “Instead of toys, contribute to his college fund!” Like its fun for the 2 year old to get checkes instead of TOYS. FUCK YOU. I always get those kids the noisiest toy with the most pieces. I got him his first drum set. HAHAHA. I hate that shit. No one contributed to my college fund. Hell I don’t think I had one. If I did, I still haven’t seen a dime of it. And I went to college! Gah! I swear, I block that jackass out of all my memories with my cousin and her kids. Things I do remember, are all bad. Tell me again why I clicked on my bookmark of his blog? At least he gave me an entry for today. I think that’s the first decent thing he’s ever done. Thanks jackass!!


Edited to add: I love my cousin and miss her. I cant stand her husband because he took her away from me and my family. If she ever find this, I’m sorry if it pisses you off, but its what everyone in the fam believes, your husband is an ASS. So was mine. Guess it runs in our family.