Soup Sandwiches

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...

Or #2.... (I kid I kid) Today, I actually had a great bowel movement.  Poop Tea is what I call it. The "grownups" call it Smooth move. Yeah, whatever Steve. I like to eat healthy and drink less boozy beverages, but let's get real. I'm single, 35 never married, no kids, I don't own my own home. Hell, I don't even own my car, I just happen to have good credit at the time so I decided to buy a fancy BMW... Stupid. Don't do that. Car payments are the devil. Maybe it's the stress of life that makes me constipated. Maybe it's all the bread. Maybe it's the lack of sex. Who the hell knows. Butt (see what I did there), sometimes the good ol poop tea can get you right back in the game. Cuz a nice bowel movement, that's the bees knees, am I right? My first blog post is not all about pooping.  Why am I doing this blog?  Well, you read it. I'm a single gal, about to turn 36. I'm actually pretty amazing I think.  I have a fair bit if time ...