Off to a Bang Up Start Today

If anyone remembers K, the girl that S and I have been helping out, she came by to pick up baby clothes and a carseat and such. While we were loading it into her car, this douchebag backs into it.

Now, granted, we were not in a parking spot, but it took less than two minutes to get everything loaded and this dick just backs into the car without looking, nearly squashing me, K, her toddler and her 1 month old. Then the guy gets out of the car and starts bellowing at us for being in the middle of the parking lot.

*twitch*

Let me tell you how well that did NOT go over.

By the time it was over, security had come over to see what was going on, and thanks to my sparkling personality and the fact that I'm pretty sure the security guard is actually flirting with me more often than not, he took my side.

But I don't often have an excuse to shout some of the words I was shouting this morning. Yeah.

Douche.

Where's the reality button on today???

Someone just used the hallway as a restroom. I can't decide whether or not I should be grossed out or laughing hysterically. The kicker is I *told* him to go upstairs and use the bathroom there, since the one on this floor is locked to the public.

But really, if he's willing to do that in a hallway that is encased with glass doors, what would he have done in the private bathroom area??? May I never find out.

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I just got a text from my sister, whom I've not spoken to in months, telling me that she had to have her cat put to sleep and would like to "hear my voice." I will call her, but I'm not sure how to have this conversation, because I'm still not okay with the lying or the being ignored. But, I do feel bad about the cat. :(

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I am on a ROLL today at work. Got one client off the imminent foreclosure list, got another client off his driving charges, picked up yet another client who needs some foreclosure work done. Whoot!


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I was having a conversation last night wherein I was asked about the last time I was "relaxed and comfortable." Do you know what? I have no frigging clue when that was, but I'm pretty sure there was probably copious amounts of alcohol involved.

This... is a mirror to my life that I'm not quite sure what to do with yet. I shall put the image aside and contemplate it later. It's disturbing, though, to realize that I simply never relax and never feel comfortable. I've always, always, always got something on my mind that is stressing me out.

This explains a lot of gray hair...