So I live with my family -- but when I lived with roommates I had a great time - sure we had fights over the dishes - or my shoulder was soggy from a particular crier. But overall I was blessed with good roommates. Sure I have my favorites and my least favorite but overall I was able to live with everyone just fine. No murders took place at any of the places I resided and all things friendships were in place at the end of the lease.
My sister however -- has had some issues.
She's in her final year at school and she's had some humdinger roommates.
#1: Blooming Prairie girl - I don't remember the name she had but I remember the town she lived in, selective memory at it's finest. She built a fort in the dorm room and hid all of her belongings in said fort and would go home (less than an hour away) for weeks at a time and completely ignore my sister. She eventually dropped out.
#2: Her friend Franny and her lived together or 2 years. They've known eachother since highschool and the first year went ok, but the second year ended badly when Franny made friends with Sunnie and Daisy the cheerful girls they were... the three of them ignored my sister for the last 4 months of livign together and didn't tell her that they were moving out at the end of the lease. They just up and moved.
Obviously I'm biased for my sister -- I've lived with her. I know she has her moments- we shared a room for a number of years but in general she's a great roommate -- a little bit of a neat freak - but overall she's just has pms moments like the rest of us and she just happens to like everything in a certain place... she got made when the spice rack wasn't in the correct order when she went to make cookies, maybe she had a moment and ticked someone off - but seriously who can hold a grudge over an out burst over a spice rack ( the following example is only used as an imaginitive illustration and no spices were harmed and or out of order to the best of my knowlege.)
#3 She just acquired some new roommates a couple weeks ago. One girl is from Oklahoma and from what Peewee (my adorable sissy) said, she's quite the charachter. She has a long distance boyfriend. She doesn't go to school. She shows Peewee all of her groceries. She has a lisp. Her sister lives in the apartment building adjacent to the one my sister and Annie Oakley (Oklahoma girl, not even sure where the really Annie was from but I had a moment of the word association going on in my head, apologies for any inacuracies) but here is the kicker -- she brought her dolls with her to her apartment. She has a collection of China dolls and she has them on display in her bedroom.
Now, I have some china dolls, they are cute and pretty and loved them to death when I was 9. Now they are with my sister's china dolls on top of the piano, down stairs with various other knick knacks...
Just have patience my dear sissy, have some patients.
Looks like another death themed awkward moment. I'll hopefully have a more chipper awkward moment next week. Apologies for the downer topic.
Ok so there is this sorta new girl at work - we call her Cleavy McGee cause she has no concept of what the appropriate dress code entails and some how showing us her saggy mid life crisis wrinkly boobs is the icing on the cake. I've blogged about her before but not sure what alias I gave her then.
So her husband's grandma died. Now I'm not an unsympathetic person by any means - I am sorry for her and her family's loss. But she dominates almost all conversations at break at our beloved picnic table. She's "has" everything, she's "done" everything bigger, better and with more vicissitude than anyone else. Except when the topic turns to sex toys than she just sits there. In a nut shell she drives me crazy. Just be quiet and listen Cleavy. Don't interject your none-sense becuase we all hate you. (OK that made me feel a little better -- see the anger coming out! XYZ Anger Management )
So she is a self proclaimed expert on all things. Including funeral planning.
First off, my dad just past away 3 mo. ago and I don't always want to talk about it - esp. at work. But alas she has brought up the conversation. So she asked how much it cost. OK rude, If it were a pair of shoes, ok fine, still rude, a airplane ticket or gallon of gas, ok rude but understandable in the econmic times we live in. But funeral costs aren't exactly something to talk about over 15 minutes away from the compute screen. But I'm pretty straightfoward with everyone and some how have this badge of obligation to answer a question when asked, So I told her - and then she went on and on how the standard burial is better for the family and friends to process the loss vs. a cremation/ memorial.
So basically, in her "I'm better than everyone" sensability - she tells me "That's too bad that you had to cremate him a proper burial would have been better." I repeat to her how he didn't want to be buried. He wanted to be cremated and how you really have to respect the wishes of the person who has passed. Well, her husbands grandma also wanted to be cremated but they aren't doing that they are going to have the traditional burial. After all she won't know and it's really for the people who are left!
Can you believe this -- My family is crappy cause we didn't spend 10K on a "proper" burial and church hoopla - cause my dad wanted to be cremated and was an atheist. I didn't go into that last detail with her because I don't discuss faith at work even on breaks, too many people out there trying to convert.
But her family is fantastic because they are disregarding all last wishes for their beloved grandmother. And having a ridiculous pompus funeral.
I liked what we did for my dad, it was simple: flowers, urn, stories, pictures and comfortable, it allowed around 250 people to trickle in and out and it was really quite nice and I'd want something very similar for myself.
So I get mad and ignore Cleavy.
Went to lunch at Leann Chin with some friends. And who the heck shows up there -- as we are done eating? None other than Cleavy McGee. So in my blatant bluntness proclaim to the table that it is time to go. Loud enough for Cleavy to hear. Gigi and Feather finish their food and we bust out of Leann Chin's just in the nick of time.
Hope she got a rotten fortune.
I know, what is with the color change -- well, I've been looking for a cuter blog template like dear Ava has but I am unsatisfied with what is already out there pre-made and frankly I'm too lazy to do anything but update my colors on my curent template. So maybe one day I'll have a cutesy blog but today is not that day.
So I went to World Market today with my mom. She needed sherry vinegar and I love stores that have weird crap that you don't see at target and wal-mart.
So I had a sweet tooth while I was there and they have a section for international candies. I bought a bag of Lindt truffles in a new variety: stracciatella and then I found hte perfect candy for Dave.
Dave generally doesn't like candy bars unless they have some substance in them -- like peanuts, carmel, nougat -- he likes baby ruths, snickers, peanut m&ms... but today I found the candy bar of his dreams. 
Yes, that's right -- bacon and chocolate: Mo's Bacon Bar.
Now, I'm jsut trying to think of what else to get him for our aniversary - since we haven't celebrated it yet -- and we decided to do so this weekend.
So I know you won't believe it -- but it's been almost 1.5 years since I bought a new purse. I know -- crazy. But the last purse spree I stocked up and had a couple handbags that I rotated properly and now I have this medium brown matches everything handbag -- that well has seen better days. Something has spilled insdie and stained the leather- most of the zippers and snaps work - the handles are still in adequate condition but overall the bag looks like it got into a couple fights with car doors, jamba juice spills, rain, sleet, and the abonimal snow man.
SO I went shopping with Camille one day for lunch - she wanted to look at the purses at TJ Max, which is a great place to look -- once in awhile but most of the time they are crap. But I wasn't looking -- and there it was. A wonderful dark brown - perfect for fall handbag. It's part suede and part glossy but not patent leather -- cute straps - silver detailing big enough and then some to hold all my crap.
I haven't been shopping for me, aside from the essentials -- I've been taking care of a household and I guess I just forgot that I need to buy Kristen something once in awhile, (aside from pre packaged hanes her way underwear, oh the shame.) because I was so happy after I bought it. Giddy almost.
Sooo this week I found out that my friend Feather at work will be celebrating her last day at XYZ on Wednesday. Not only that but she will be moving, and moving in with her boyfriend Teddy Ruxspin.
I'm jealous for a million reasons -- 1. She doesn't have to deal with Ima Horrible-Person, our boss and the whole XYZ land of insanity. 2. I want to move or move in with Dave but in due time I suppose, can't rush these things and it's only been a year of bliss - although Feather and Teddy have only been together 9 mo. -- different time tables I suppose. 3. She gets to leave XYZ.
So I'm very unhappy at my job right now. In fact every morning I wake up and try to come up with a creative way to call in sick. But then realize that one only has a certain number of allotted sick days and well it's sinus season so I'm bound to get a sinus infection and actually need to use them -- then I have to force myself to go. I put on my happy face and step into the office -- within about 5 minutes I physically feel ill and have to do all I can not to run out the door.
I don't know what it is -- but ever since they moved me over to the Canadian side of things the wee bit of happiness that I am capable of feeling has been sucked out of me and I am becoming bitter, cynical and angry. The source of this could be a variety of things, the Canadians, Ima, and just the tall gray-green cubes that prevent anyone from seeing anyone all darn day, including people, sunlight and or a fax machine. No chit chat on the dark side. No words of encouragement - not that I feed off of that stuff but it is a nice icing on the cake of crud I call work. I'm just unhappy and dread work. I know - everybody hates their job, but seriously I have never been filled with so much disdain.
I used to love work -- I've always loved work and even when I was working in the portable toilet industry - I loved my shitty job. But this - this is not something I signed up for. 1. My boss has told me that I'm a small thinker and that I'm thinking inside a box and she doesn't know how to tell me how to change. And seriously get some new material for telling people in a PC way you think they are stupid, Taco Bell slogans aren't cutting the cake.
I'm a glorified bill collector. I call people (not even real people but businesses - as XYZ doesn't deal with the public at large but only commercial companies) and ask them nicely to pay their bills. Resolve issues and some how I don't even see where this profession has a box. It's not rocket science, it's common sense. One minute they tell me I'm calling them too much, stop faxing statements (Mind you a statement can take 14 days to reach some of the people in Canada - the mail system up there is f-d up)pardon me for being proactive. Then the next minute they want to know why my moring calls have slowed down -- hello these Canadians are on different time zones. I'm not going to call when it's 6:30 in British Columbia, talk to some janitor or maintenance worker who wouldn't know how to transfer me to voicemail if his life depended on it.
So I'm unofficially looking. But in the meantime expressed my unhappiness to Ima and to my old boss and I have an appointment to talk to the head of our office on Wednesday. I'd gladly move back to Texas - and try to go back to normal.
