Monday's are for Coffee, C is still for cookie

The cat scolded me this morning when I hit snooze, I think he knows I'm not a Monday person. It was a long, but fun weekend with roller coasters and lots of food, of the fried, grilled and homemade sorts.

The angry guy at work was apparently told on Friday he wasn't going to get the paperwork until today. But he complained to me about not getting the papers, and that he didn't know what was going on, and while I had no control over it he still felt the need to follow me around and complain to me. He hasn't talked to me today yet, I think he knows that I know about him knowing that he wasn't going to get the paperwork. Thank goodness most of the people I work with are nice and normal to me. I'm an engineer's daughter, so normal is definitely relative.

friday rant

I like most people, and most people seem to like me. I've tried to figure out what it is that makes it so I don't like someone. If I don't like someone it's almost instantaneous, just a sentence or two out of their mouth and boom, their on my nerves. I think it's a sense of entitlement these people share, you can almost feel it radiate from them. If I have to hear one more sigh of woe is me I'm actually being required to do work-and mind you I'm not a violent person-I may have to smack someone on the back of the head.

There are various super powers I would like, but the power to cause laryngitis I think would save me a few splitting headaches.

three years

It didn't hit me until I turned the calendar Saturday, that it was August. Today, three years and about an hour and a half ago, I got the phone call.

Things have gotten easier and time tends to do. Mother's Day still sucks.