Blogging. Yup. I'm bad at it. But... I must get the word out about our lord and savior. Just kidding. I had a rough day at work. See. There is the guy, the operations manager who is a complete ass face. There are so many grievances filed against him. Yet he still is employed. I sent an incident report on an issue that I have addressed multiple times in the form of a work request. Nothing has happened. Today, that issue in my eyes became a big issue. Safety was clearly addressed and this awesome individual spoke down to me in saying that the issue isn't a big issue..... it's a goddam mess. This guy sucks. I hate playing the its because I'm a woman card. Because I've never considered myself a feminist nor have I ever been in a situation where I needed the feminist card. I work for the city. I work for the city and I feel like I am being discredited because I am a female and I am piiiiiiised. I'm pissed because this guy it talking to me like I...
Another day another dollar. That's what my dad used to say. I'm at work tonight. I used to be productive at work and do yoga and work out, but lately I've just been a lazy piece a crap. It's a phase. I still might hang my yoga trapeze. (Its not a sex swing) I've been getting accidental phone calls from my grandmother lately. It's nice. But also a bit alarming. See I haven't been back "home" in probably 13 years. Jeeze has it been that long? I digress... I used to talk to my grandmother all the time. All the time. Really ever since my grandpa died, a piece of me died too, I miss him so so much, my grandparents meant the world to me, my grandma still does. See, my parents got divorced when I was 13, I was an only child and for a very long time the golden child. My family was really into me, because I was the baby. So my parents get divorced, my mom disappears and my dad is stuck with a teenager not knowing what the fuck. My grandparents wer...