She Went Too Far!

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Hey you!  No, not you, the girl who attempted to serve Hubby and I at dinner tonight.  Yeah, bitch, I’m talking to you.  You know who you are, and damn ya know I keep telling myself your dream in life must be to work at Hooters or some strip joint.

Yeah I’m talking about you, the girl who started flirting with my husband the second we walked in the restaurant door…a family restaurant I might add.  You, the one who waited until my husband sat down in the booth then made it a point to lean across him in his lap just to pull down the shade on the window to block the sun.  He didn’t ask for the shade to be pulled down I might add.

I’m not a jealous person by any means.  Hell I’m the one who goes to the strip club and buys my husband lap dances because it’s fun.  Jealousy is an issue I’ve never had.  I know he’s coming home with me, and I know he was thoroughly disgusted by you…some little teeny bopper flirting away thinking she’s going to make a bigger tip by throwing herself all over her customers.  It was fucking disgusting man.

Honey I’ve worked the tables before, too.  I was damn good at waitressing when I was your age, and I know flirting pays.  I also know there’s a limit to the amount and types of flirting that are acceptable!  Smiling and being a little flirtatious is one thing, but honey, don’t ever blatantly hit on a man in front of his wife!  You asked him if he was single with me sitting right there across the table from him!  We weren’t wearing wedding bands so you didn’t know?  So fucking what!  You don’t ask a man if he’s single when he’s trying to enjoy dinner with a woman.

You’re the fucking waitress.  You’re supposed to take the order, deliver the meal, and make sure everybody at the table has what they need.  Hell you were so busy flirting you were ignoring your other tables.  Yeah, I heard the elderly lady screaming across the room at you THREE TIMES because you were ignoring her request for coffee.

When you brought our drinks and attempted to take our order you put your hands on him.  He asked you to please take your hand off his shoulder, but you ignored him.  I told you to get your hands off my husband, and you called me a bitch!  You got pissed off because I stormed away from the table in search of the owner who happens to be a very good friend of my mother in law’s?  Boo fucking hoo.  I could have broken every one of those little fingers one by one.  Would you have preferred that instead? What you were doing was flat out unacceptable.  If I wanted another woman hanging all over my man while I ate dinner I would have opted for the all you can eat buffet at Platinum Plus.  At least that would have been dinner and a show!

If you want to act like that go work somewhere else.  Oh wait, I forgot you said you were 17 when you insisted on chatting with us like we gave a shit about your life story.  I guess it sucks not being old enough to work at your dream job, huh?  Suck it up and keep your hands to yourself.  It’s disgusting watching you putting your hands on a grown man.

Honestly honey if you’re going to act like that I hope the owner kicked your ass right out that door.  I’ve been eating in that same family restaurant at least once a month for the last 6 years, and not once have I ever had such poor service there or anywhere else for that matter.  I know you didn’t have a chance to wait on us.  You were too busy acting completely disrespectful to your customers.  You seriously have a lot to learn before you ever wait on another customer again.

Tags: family restaurant, flirting, poor service, server, unacceptable waitress, waitress

I Told Him Not To Get Me Sick

Hubby came home from work today complaining that he felt like shit. I begged him to stay away from me because I really don’t want to get sick again. Even though I’m trying to eat healthier and taking vitamins again I’ve been sick a lot this summer.

I swear if anyone has picked up a virus this summer it’s been transmitted back to me. If someone sick uses one of those pens on a chain at the bank and then I use it, I’m picking up their germs. If someone touches a grocery cart before me, I’m picking up their germs. As much as I’m anti-antibacterial most of the time (I think it promotes the growth of super germs), this summer I’ve carried hand gel everywhere.

So when Hubby started hurling about an hour after he got home I told him I didn’t want to be mean, but I was staying away from him. It’s got to be bad if it makes Hubby hurl. He never hurls. Me on the other hand, I can make myself puke by just thinking about it long enough.

On top of being in and out of the bathroom, Hubby pulled a hamstring. He’s tried to spend most of the evening laying in bed watching tv, but I’ve seen him hobbling back and forth to the bathroom many times. Within a couple hours it was killing him just trying to move it into another position on the bed. The muscle has tightened up on him.

It upsets me seeing the poor guy in so much pain and sick at the same time, so I finally gave in. I ran an epsom salt bath for him, gave him one of his muscle relaxers, and helped him into the tub. He soaked for awhile, then I helped him out, put him back to bed, and rubbed some Freeze It on his leg. Then I quickly retreated back to my office to hide from his germs hoping I hadn’t already picked them up.

I went back to check on him around midnight, and he was sound asleep.  I decided to jump in the shower while he wasn’t blowing it out both ends in the bathroom.  I had just lathered my hair up with shampoo when I heard him stumble in and yack.

Now puking doesn’t bother me.  I can hold your hair all night if I need to, but something changed tonight.  As soon as I heard him I felt my stomach flop.  I sat down on the edge of the tub, put my head between my legs and hurled my guts out as the water from the shower pounded on my head.  I sat there like that until the water went cold on me, then I finally made myself finish my shower quickly.

I barely made it out of the tub and to the toilet before I started puking again.   Damn him, he gave me his germs.  I’d like to say my puking sequence is finished, but I’ve had to make a bathroom run 3 times in the middle of this post.

Tags: sick, stomach bug, virus

Oh No She Didn’t

Even though I promised myself I’d be in bed by 1am, it’s not happening. It’s now 3am, and I’m wide awake. If you’ve read my other blogs tonight you may have also noticed that I seem to be in a little bit of a bad mood. There’s a really good reason for that.

I received an email tonight from someone I thought was a friend that kind of upset me.
This person called me a Saturday night asking if I would help her with some computer problems she’s having. She wanted me to come over then to look at it, but I told her I couldn’t. I was taking the weekend off for the holiday, and I already had other plans.

I said I’d be more than happy to take a look at it this week, on her day off (Thursday) or in the afternoon after she got home from work. I also said she could drop it off at my house, and I’d look at it.

This is normally what most people choose to do, and she knows this. I custom built this computer for her. I’ve fixed it many times since when she’s loaded it down with viruses and spyware so bad it wouldn’t turn on. I even went to the mall (an hour away) with her just because she wanted me to check out some ceiling and wall speakers she really liked. She wanted to make sure they’d work with her computer before she dropped over $500 on them.

So why she sent me this email, I don’t know.  Basically the email told me she was pissed off that I wouldn’t drop my plans Saturday night to go straight to her house.  She told me I was pathetic because I don’t bust my butt working a 9-5, and she doesn’t have time to sit around waiting for me to decide I “feel” like fixing her computer…for free I might add.  She said she didn’t consider me much of a friend anymore because I was “there for her” when she needed me.

I was blown away.  Not only do I do all this for free for her, but I don’t decide to do it “just whenever”.  I work her in just like everybody else.  I had already sent out an email to my regulars letting them know I wouldn’t be working this weekend, and she was on that list.  I think I deserve to take days off just like everybody else.

No, I don’t have a really busy week this week, but I planned it that way.  I set my own hours, and I plan out my schedule ahead of time.  If I’ve already planned something else that’s important to me, I’m not changing my plans.  Taking the weekend off was important to me.  I wanted to spend the holiday with my family just like she did hers.

I don’t even know why it bothered me so bad that she sent me that email.  I wasn’t there for her?  What?  I didn’t run to her house to spend hours cleaning up her computer so she could get on Myspace?  Is it my fault she refuses to use the very simple programs I installed for her (and showed her how to use) to help keep her pc clean?

Now that I think about it, I know exactly why it bothered me.  Here she is a woman in her early 30s with a family, and she acted so childish as to send me this email.  That’s what really ticks me off.  She sank to the level of one of her pre-teen children.

Seriously.  People wonder why I don’t like to have a lot of friends…why I actually hate making new friends.  I tend to generally think people suck, and things like this just prove it to me.

Thanks Dude

Ya know I’ve gotten used to the 1 kid that goes through here every night around 10:30 with his music bumping. I think to myself about 6 or 7 years ago that was me. I know he’s got a part time job working for some lawyer (maybe even a truck accident lawyer) in the evenings, and he’s on his way home. He bumps, but it’s not so loud that things shake. It’s just loud enough for me to hear him go by.

What I don’t care for is the person who just came through here with their music so loud that it shook my house. My $470 motorcycle helmet was sitting neatly on it’s shelf waiting for the day it’s worn again. I turned around in time to see it roll off the shelf, drop about 6 ft, and smack the floor.

You know it’s gotta be a good vibration to cause my helmet to leap off the shelf. The helmet weighs about 3 lbs and sits flat.  I blast my music loud enough during the day time that the neighbors can hear it, but even that doesn’t shake my house hard enough to knock my helmet off it’s shelf!

Tags: loud music, music bumping, music so loud the house shakes