Things have been pretty crazy around our house lately. Most of the weekend we spent working on putting up a chain link fence in the backyard. Dad came over Friday evening and he and Matt finished digging and putting up the poles. Mom and Dad came over Saturday morning and we got it finished (pictures to come). I worked Saturday night. Sunday we stayed home and did home work.
It tough sometimes to find a balance between pissing people off because we have our own things to do and finding time to mingle. Matt's first class is almost over and he has had a ton of homework to get done and tests so we skipped my Reester's birthday party and stayed home and studied and did homework.
The spring semester schedule came out the other day. Now when I try to figure out what I'm going to take, I also have to keep in mind when Matt will be in school, if I'll ever see him, and who will take care of the pups if we are both at class all evening. So mainly, I've been trying to clear my head lately and not stress out.
Last night, I went to a visitation. A very good friend of mine that died when he were in high school's dad died. I met up with some of my old school buddies and went with them. After the visitation, we all went and grabbed a beer together. It's always great to see my old buddies. They are the kind of people that no matter how long we go without seeing each other, it's like we haven't skipped a beat.
I woke up in a good mood today probably because I got to hang with my buddies last night. I got to work and logged into Facebook and saw the creep that I hate more than anyone in the whole world is now on Facebook. It's a sore subject and I'm really not in the mood to talk about it today. Some of you already know and if you don't and want to go here. Facebook is also recommending I become his friend. Umm, F you Facebook and F you creep.
It's weird how the littlest things can trip my trigger sometimes. But, I'm not going to let this ruin my day. Moving on......
We are going to go camping this weekend. This will most likely be our last camping excursion this year and I'm super pumped. We are going with mom and dad. Mom and I are each going to make a big ole pot of soup. The pups are all going to go with us. This will be Miss Princess's first camping trip but I'm positive she will love it. The place where we are camping is pretty close to home which is always nice in case we need to run home for something.
Hope you all have a great week!
Showing posts with label asswipe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label asswipe. Show all posts
10/20/2010
10/06/2010
Excuse me?
In case you don't know, my husband always has these crazy ideas running around through his head. The other night he thought, it be cool if we got an old school Chevy Beretta to save on miles on the truck. You see, the hubby and I each had a Beretta in high school. That was many moons ago and we were just friends. We even traded Berettas once for a day or so.
So, Matt's on his computer googling away looking for a Beretta. Although, he and I both knew there was absolutely no way we were getting one. Well I knew. He should have known.
He found one in the town he does drill in. To see all the info about the car you have to give them your email address and phone number. He did. He also put that it would be best to be contacted by email.
The next day he starts getting text messages from some asswipe at the dealership. They text back and forth. I guess Matt told him that he would be in this town for drill over the weekend. Matt said he wouldn't pay more than $1000 for it. The guy said there was no way that they could sell it for that price. Matt politely told him sorry we couldn't make a deal.
Then over the weekend while Matt was at drill, the asswipe starts texting him again. From what I gather, Matt was nice at first and again told him sorry that they couldn't make a deal. The guy keeps texting him. Matt told him, "Times must be tough if you are blowing up someone's phone over a $1500 car that's junk." (Apparently Matt drove by and looked at it and it was junk.)
The asswipe texts him back and says, "Times must be tough when you have to be 10% of a soldier."
At first Matt wanted to go find this asswipe and kick his ass. But he always calms down fairly easy. By the time he told me about it, he was over it.
This really pissed me off. Yes, my husband is in the Reserves now. But he is 5 times the soldier of anyone in his new unit. We won't even go there. He was deployed for 15 months and we were apart the first 9 months that we were married. He's made plenty of sacrifices. He's received more awards and ribbons than I can fit on scholarship, auxiliary, ect. applications. He did his thing. Now we are trying to move on. For someone to try to belittle my husband like that really gets under my skin.
I was going to call the dealership and talk to some kind of manager and tell them what went down. Matt told me not to. I call anyway and got the sales managers voice mail. I didn't leave a message and I didn't call back. I bought a car at this dealership before but I will NEVER buy another one there.
What do you think?
So, Matt's on his computer googling away looking for a Beretta. Although, he and I both knew there was absolutely no way we were getting one. Well I knew. He should have known.
He found one in the town he does drill in. To see all the info about the car you have to give them your email address and phone number. He did. He also put that it would be best to be contacted by email.
The next day he starts getting text messages from some asswipe at the dealership. They text back and forth. I guess Matt told him that he would be in this town for drill over the weekend. Matt said he wouldn't pay more than $1000 for it. The guy said there was no way that they could sell it for that price. Matt politely told him sorry we couldn't make a deal.
Then over the weekend while Matt was at drill, the asswipe starts texting him again. From what I gather, Matt was nice at first and again told him sorry that they couldn't make a deal. The guy keeps texting him. Matt told him, "Times must be tough if you are blowing up someone's phone over a $1500 car that's junk." (Apparently Matt drove by and looked at it and it was junk.)
The asswipe texts him back and says, "Times must be tough when you have to be 10% of a soldier."
At first Matt wanted to go find this asswipe and kick his ass. But he always calms down fairly easy. By the time he told me about it, he was over it.
This really pissed me off. Yes, my husband is in the Reserves now. But he is 5 times the soldier of anyone in his new unit. We won't even go there. He was deployed for 15 months and we were apart the first 9 months that we were married. He's made plenty of sacrifices. He's received more awards and ribbons than I can fit on scholarship, auxiliary, ect. applications. He did his thing. Now we are trying to move on. For someone to try to belittle my husband like that really gets under my skin.
I was going to call the dealership and talk to some kind of manager and tell them what went down. Matt told me not to. I call anyway and got the sales managers voice mail. I didn't leave a message and I didn't call back. I bought a car at this dealership before but I will NEVER buy another one there.
What do you think?
8/23/2010
Bring on Vacation
Over the weekend Matt went with his crazy parents to a tractor pull a couple of hours away. They took our camper and stayed there Friday and Saturday night. I made sure I had to work. Unfortunately, I had to work. I could have dealt with the tractor pull. It's the in-laws that are the problem. But, that's another story for another day.
I worked at the bar Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Saturday night was pretty busy, which is good. After work, a friend of mine, "L", my cousin, and Matt's Army buddy, "M", that lives about 20 minutes away came over and drank on the deck with me. Matt and I are trying to set up L & M up. They seemed to hit it off. Who know's though.
I stayed up too late. See, I drink red bull and vodka. There is a very fine line to drinking it so that I can sleep. 1 to 3 and I'll be fine. 8 or more and I'll sleep like a baby but wake up feeling like shit. Anything between 3 and 8 is trouble though. I had4 or 5 Saturday night. I slept from around 3 to 7 and then woke up and saw that my cousin was still asleep in our porch swing. And then tossed and turned until 11 when I had to get up and get ready for work.
So, I was exhausted all day yesterday. Matt got home around noon and came up to the bar to see me. After work, we laid around on the couch until it was time for bed.
I work at the VFW. It's a pretty mellow place but sometimes there is a little drama. Mostly, I try to stay out of it. There are these two regulars that come in there, a guy and a girl. They aren't "together" but I think they know each other pretty well, if you know what I mean. Anyway, they aren't speaking. I like both of them. It was the lady's birthday Monday. I talked to her Saturday and she told me they weren't speaking because he was being a grouchass Monday night at the bar.
He came in yesterday and told me that he was upset because some other asshat came in that he was deployed with and started telling graphic war stories. He didn't want to hear it. Now, I can totally understand why he wouldn't want to talk about it and why he got upset. He asked me to talk to her and try to get her to talk to him. So I did. She said he was upset before the asshat ever showed up. I tried to explain to her that maybe the asshat showing up was "the straw that broke the camels back."
I'm glad this guy felt as if he could tell me what was wrong. The members that come into the bar know that I know what being a veteran is all about, no matter if they are 21 or 85.
This will probably be the last you hear from me until after my vacation. Be nice to my guest bloggers. ;) Hope you all have a great week!
I worked at the bar Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Saturday night was pretty busy, which is good. After work, a friend of mine, "L", my cousin, and Matt's Army buddy, "M", that lives about 20 minutes away came over and drank on the deck with me. Matt and I are trying to set up L & M up. They seemed to hit it off. Who know's though.
I stayed up too late. See, I drink red bull and vodka. There is a very fine line to drinking it so that I can sleep. 1 to 3 and I'll be fine. 8 or more and I'll sleep like a baby but wake up feeling like shit. Anything between 3 and 8 is trouble though. I had4 or 5 Saturday night. I slept from around 3 to 7 and then woke up and saw that my cousin was still asleep in our porch swing. And then tossed and turned until 11 when I had to get up and get ready for work.
So, I was exhausted all day yesterday. Matt got home around noon and came up to the bar to see me. After work, we laid around on the couch until it was time for bed.
I work at the VFW. It's a pretty mellow place but sometimes there is a little drama. Mostly, I try to stay out of it. There are these two regulars that come in there, a guy and a girl. They aren't "together" but I think they know each other pretty well, if you know what I mean. Anyway, they aren't speaking. I like both of them. It was the lady's birthday Monday. I talked to her Saturday and she told me they weren't speaking because he was being a grouchass Monday night at the bar.
He came in yesterday and told me that he was upset because some other asshat came in that he was deployed with and started telling graphic war stories. He didn't want to hear it. Now, I can totally understand why he wouldn't want to talk about it and why he got upset. He asked me to talk to her and try to get her to talk to him. So I did. She said he was upset before the asshat ever showed up. I tried to explain to her that maybe the asshat showing up was "the straw that broke the camels back."
I'm glad this guy felt as if he could tell me what was wrong. The members that come into the bar know that I know what being a veteran is all about, no matter if they are 21 or 85.
This will probably be the last you hear from me until after my vacation. Be nice to my guest bloggers. ;) Hope you all have a great week!
3/24/2010
Randomnessism
* Yesterday it was so beautiful out that when I left work I decided to wash my car. Upon leaving the car wash I thought, it's so nice I'll open the sunroof. Yeah bad idea. I got wet.
* I talked to asswipe. Long story short, he didn't want to pay me. I caused a little stink and I'm getting paid. $128. My assumption about him being an asswipe was very much correct. On my way out, he said if they needed me to take notes for another student he would contact me. I told him, "No that's ok."
* Before I met with asswipe, I met with my adviser. She was really nice. After next spring folks, I will have a certificate in Accounting if all goes as planned. An actual piece of paper that says I'm college edumacated. That will be tuff. Real tuff.
* I weighed myself today. With my shoes on I lost 2 pounds. Without my shoes on I lost 4. I can't remember if my original weight was with or without my shoes on so we'll go with without them on. I've been riding my gazelle or walking every night. I've even sweated. Matt and I went on a walk Friday night and heforced encouraged me to jog half a block and I almost died. I'm sure it will get easier.
* I quit drinking Pepsi. But I'd give my left arm for one right now.
* I have a class tonight and one in the morning and then it is FINALLY spring break.
* I talked to asswipe. Long story short, he didn't want to pay me. I caused a little stink and I'm getting paid. $128. My assumption about him being an asswipe was very much correct. On my way out, he said if they needed me to take notes for another student he would contact me. I told him, "No that's ok."
* Before I met with asswipe, I met with my adviser. She was really nice. After next spring folks, I will have a certificate in Accounting if all goes as planned. An actual piece of paper that says I'm college edumacated. That will be tuff. Real tuff.
* I weighed myself today. With my shoes on I lost 2 pounds. Without my shoes on I lost 4. I can't remember if my original weight was with or without my shoes on so we'll go with without them on. I've been riding my gazelle or walking every night. I've even sweated. Matt and I went on a walk Friday night and he
* I quit drinking Pepsi. But I'd give my left arm for one right now.
* I have a class tonight and one in the morning and then it is FINALLY spring break.
3/16/2010
Taking Notes (Part 2)
When this semester started, I was contacted by the Student Accommodations Office to take notes for a boy in my class. I wrote about that here.
Well turns out somethings are too good to be true. First of all, I thought by doing this I thought I would be able to help someone who wanted and needed it. This boy is not famous as one of my commenters suggested. He can't hear very well. Well the little turd has only showed up to class twice, the first week and the third week.
The class is a breeze. We go in and the teacher talks for about 30 minutes and then gives us an assignment and then we get the rest of the class (about an hour and a half) to work on it. Since the little stinker never shows up, I scan my notes and the handout with the assignment on it every week and email it to him. (I would say that's going above and beyond.) He never emails me back to say if he got it, if he's dropping the class, or whatever is going on.
I emailed the guy at the Student Accommodations office last week and asked him if this kid was still in my class. I explained that he never comes and I just wanted to know if I still needed to be sending him the notes. He said he would find out at the mid-term from our teacher and let me know.
I then asked him when I would be seeing some money. Then the guy turns into a complete asswipe and gets an attitude with me. He said that I was given time sheets when I meet with his secretary. Uh no asswipe, I never met with your secretary, she mailed me some payroll information to fill out and then about a month after the class started I finally got the carbon paper they had promised me.
I think this guy thinks I'm a 19 year old punk (no offense). I work, go to school, and play wife. I'm not an idiot. I have had plenty of jobs. I know the drill. Most jobs inform you of stuff like that.
Yesterday he had the balls to tell me I needed to drive half an hour to the main campus TODAY. Ummm no. I had class this morning, class this evening, and I have to work 8 hours today. Then this morning he sends me another shitty email saying if I still want to take notes I need to meet up with him. Excuse me buddy, I'm trying to help someone out, no need to have an attitude.
I want to be able to help someone (who is not going to take advantage of it) and the added perk of maybe being paid someday would be nice but I feel like telling this guy to shove it. I don't have the time or the energy for him to drag me down.
Well turns out somethings are too good to be true. First of all, I thought by doing this I thought I would be able to help someone who wanted and needed it. This boy is not famous as one of my commenters suggested. He can't hear very well. Well the little turd has only showed up to class twice, the first week and the third week.
The class is a breeze. We go in and the teacher talks for about 30 minutes and then gives us an assignment and then we get the rest of the class (about an hour and a half) to work on it. Since the little stinker never shows up, I scan my notes and the handout with the assignment on it every week and email it to him. (I would say that's going above and beyond.) He never emails me back to say if he got it, if he's dropping the class, or whatever is going on.
I emailed the guy at the Student Accommodations office last week and asked him if this kid was still in my class. I explained that he never comes and I just wanted to know if I still needed to be sending him the notes. He said he would find out at the mid-term from our teacher and let me know.
I then asked him when I would be seeing some money. Then the guy turns into a complete asswipe and gets an attitude with me. He said that I was given time sheets when I meet with his secretary. Uh no asswipe, I never met with your secretary, she mailed me some payroll information to fill out and then about a month after the class started I finally got the carbon paper they had promised me.
I think this guy thinks I'm a 19 year old punk (no offense). I work, go to school, and play wife. I'm not an idiot. I have had plenty of jobs. I know the drill. Most jobs inform you of stuff like that.
Yesterday he had the balls to tell me I needed to drive half an hour to the main campus TODAY. Ummm no. I had class this morning, class this evening, and I have to work 8 hours today. Then this morning he sends me another shitty email saying if I still want to take notes I need to meet up with him. Excuse me buddy, I'm trying to help someone out, no need to have an attitude.
I want to be able to help someone (who is not going to take advantage of it) and the added perk of maybe being paid someday would be nice but I feel like telling this guy to shove it. I don't have the time or the energy for him to drag me down.
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