IS ANYBODY STILL OUT THERE?
Hello? Is anyone still there?To say that it's been awhile would be a supreme understatement. It has been so long that I couldn't even remember my own freaking password! So, how is life out there?
Life here has been insane! For example:
In the past three weeks, HR has been in our office interrogating all of my of my peers and myself about our boss. Apparently there have been complaints about him. I have complained about him, to his face, but I have never taken it to anyone outside of our department. This is mostly because he is a cranky old fart but decent to work for. Rest assured if I thought he was being an absolute prick I'd be the first one to string his ass up.
They were on such a witch hunt they actually asked whether or not I'd ever overheard him saying something obnoxious about women and their "feminine cycles". I said, "No, but I have told him that I have PMS and a handgun and to stay the hell away from me if he knew what was good for him". They suspend my boss for a week or so, the day before he has promised to take us to Del Fresco's Double Eagle Steak House. Thank God the Director stepped in or there would have been a bigger mutiny than we'd already been thinking of launching.
The Forerunner decides it is going to be a pain and not start. We (actually my husband Peter) replace the belts and it still decides to be difficult. Auto zone tells him it's the "starter switch" so Peter, with the help of Pan (my brother-in-law), replaces it. It blows out the battery because Auto zone failed to tell him when you replace the switch, you need to replace the starter. So, this week we are at the mercy of Pan to get me to and from work and the Diva to her new school and the Little Linebacker to her daycare.
I said get "Me to work" because Peter got laid off from his brand new job on Tuesday. He had worked there exactly eight weeks before the doctor he worked for was "relieved of duty". Don't worry, he actually got his old job back for a bit more money too. He starts Monday. We have to get Pan to work at Hooter's Hotel and Casino before 7:30 and drive half way cross town to get Diva to kindergarten. Then turn around and go past Hooter's to my job. Needless to say, it is insane!
Speaking of Pan, because I was, just awhile ago... He is a dumb ass. He has "issues" even if he is my husband's brother. Pan, is into Porn. I don't deal with the porn thing myself and if you do, more power to you when dealing with consenting adults. However, you cross the line when you take pictures of your "parts" and "accidentally" (his words not mine) send them to a minors phone. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!! He is lucky he is still alive and not 50 feet under my concrete slab.
Apparently, in Vegas, you have to show a "pattern" for the D.A. to file charges. They are allowing him this one "accident". No wonder all of the freaks move here! Pan contends he was sending them to the girl's 22-year-old friend and she didn't have a cell phone. Again, WTF? I cannot fathom sending naked pics of any of my parts to a cell phone or an email address. I really don't see sending them to a minor no matter what the reason.
I get that guys are visual beings. I get that a lot of people are into porn. I am not one of them. My feeling is if you have 200+ porn pics on your laptop and/or women sending you crotch shots, etc. on your phone you are a porn addict. Especially when you leave them out for your girlfriend to see. You are just asking for trouble. Then he doesn't get why his girlfriend tells him to pack his shit and take his wandering eye (and other things) out of her life. Granted the girlfriend is not the sharpest tool. She has caught him cheating many times but takes him back. She hates being without a man so she settles for him. If that is not nauseating, I am not sure what is.
So, we have a sick brother-in-law, a sick car and me sick to my damned stomach. The kids just got over head lice courtesy of Pan's ex-girlfriend's kids. Hers had them for weeks before she had the courtesy to tell me and read the correct directions on the damned box of RID. For those of you who don't know, it doesn't say "wash hair once a week" it says wash until they are gone. THANK GOD FOR NEON NITS (a story for another day).
To make matters worse...yesterday, they fired my boss.
How have you all been?
posted by Lunatic Wife @ 4:18 PM
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