...mostly Nellie...

So yeah...my friend told me I should get 3 tiny dots tattooed on me...mi vida loca...she's retarded, but I love her anyway...

She (my friend) is right though...things have been CRAZY...most of it dealing with his ex...I can't even stress to you how psycho she (the ex) is...& stupid too...she got arrested last week...yes...ARRESTED...as in handcuffed & taken to jail...where she spent the night, cause no one would bail her out...& then she had to catch the bus home...probably a good 40 or so miles away...(mind you, we live on an island...40 miles is far away)...

She says she got a job at a bar...except she can't work there because she can't get a liquor license...& where she's claiming to be working is not the type of establishment that would hire someone who could not obtain a liquor license...so my friends & I speculate that she is shaking her ass & taking her clothes off for money...which she's done before & wouldn't surprise me that she'd go back to it...& there's nothing wrong with it...unless you're ashamed...which she obviously is...so it's either she's doing that...or something illegal...who knows?

Drama seems to follow her where ever she goes...I need to make a nickname for her...hmmmm...what shall it be? (think, think, think)...I dunno...I'll get back to this...

Anyhow...yeah...& there's a whole lotta other drama involved with her...can't even tell you...however...even though the hurricane...(hey! nickname!)...has been the source of much stress, the boyfriend & I have been fucken fantastic...we're due to leave for our trip to California in a week & 2 days...& I can't even tell you how excited I am...although we're visiting friends, it's just us...no kids...WOW...

We've also been spending a lot of time together, which is SO nice...going to the movies, dinner, lunch, beach, picnic...whatever we can!

Work...hah! Darth has been on a rampage lately...stomping, sighing...crying, dying...you name the negative action or emotion, she's done it or had it...it's annoying, yet funny...especially when I threw a bunch of stuff on her desk while she was out...I could tell when she came back cause I could hear her slamming it all over the place & muttering under her breath...needless to say, I was QUITE amused!

Other than that...work is busy...especially since they're worried about me being gone...oh well...I'll do what I can in the time I have, & if I don't get to it before I leave, someone else will have to do it or it'll get done when I get back...

As always, I'm sure there's been more that's been going on, but that's about all my worn out brain can recall at the moment...time to finish what I'm doing...

Darth must be having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day...because not only is she huffing & puffing...she is now stomping around...but not any ordinary stomping...no, no...it sounds & feels like a herd of elephants...yes...FEELS...you know...the vibrations...

So yes, Darth has struck again...something is inconveniencing her...therefore it must be fixed right away...except...it can't be fixed until next week...late...next week...& she's one of those people who believe if you push the elevator button repeatedly, the elevator will, most assuredly, arrive that much faster...

Here we all are...dealing with the wrath of Darth...oh...& there she goes...stomp, stomp, stomp...(my coffee cup visibly moved...no kidding)...anyhow...I yet again wanted to put my fist through her face...I'm thinking it's time to say something, because I am getting close to snapping...& snapping isn't a good thing...(stomp, stomp, stomp)...last time I snapped, I made someone cry...

I can be the coolest person you'll ever meet...(stomp, stomp, stomp) I'll laugh...I'll joke...I'll be there if you need me...but cross me once...whoa Nellie! (stomp, stomp, stomp)

Decisions, decisions...it is Friday, after all...I think I'll have a drink...or two...or three & contemplate...because thinking in a drunken stupor is always a good idea...

It's inevitable...they're everywhere...you can't hide from them...you can't avoid them...

...the dreaded co-worker...

Every job has at least one...here, we call ours "Darth" because of the way she huffs & puffs...while stomping around the office & bitching to herself about the fact that she actually has to WORK! Imagine that!

She is a drama queen, no doubt. Every tiny thing is exaggerated & is turned into a gigantic monument when it happens to her. She loves to be the center of attention...she loves to hear herself talk.

An example...the other day she was talking about how one of her children has recently been diagnosed with asthma. She was CRYING & saying "I don't know what we're going to do..." She was acting as if it was terminal cancer! Here's a little caveat...her "child" is 18...my problem with this? It's ASTHMA...I have 2 children with it...have had it since they were toddlers...have spent MANY nights up with them, holding them with the nebulizer mask because they don't want to put it on their faces...& here's Darth CRYING about her 18 year old "child" having it, when he can take care of himself.

I almost nearly lost it then...almost told her..."when you have to stay up with 2 toddler-aged children, trying to make sure that they are both getting the Albuterol through the mask, which they don't want to put on their faces because it's uncomfortable & they're too young to know better...fidgety & fussy children...night after night...then you can cry...until then...shut.the.fuck.up!"

You're probably thinking that she & I had some sort of issue with office politics...no...sadly...for her, that is, pretty much everyone in the office feels the same way about her. We all try to avoid getting stuck in a conversation with her.

I often feel like putting my fist through her face because she whines about everything. I often feel like telling her to shut the fuck up. Unfortunately for me, I can't really do any of those things...I was often told as a child, if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. I live by that rule, because I lack the ability to filter out things that should not be said when I am caught up in the heat of the moment. So, instead of saying something that I know would make her cry, I simply avoid her at all costs.

I often think how lonely she must be, because from what I know, she doesn't have many friends...& that's sad...I LOVE my friends...couldn't imagine my life without them! But although, at rare times I feel bad for her, I also think that it's her own doing...if she would just SHUT UP & listen to what other people have to say...if she would stop always manipulating the conversation so she's the center of attention...if she would stop whining...I'm sure that she'd have friends...or more than 1 or 2 anyway.

Another thing about Darth...she's on meds...so I also sometimes think...holy shit...what if she WASN'T on them?! I couldn't imagine...well, I could...but the results would certainly be nearly catastrophic, as I would more than likely put more than my fist through her face.

Anyhow, just received some bad news...& I will be posting another...later...I guess 2 in a day isn't so rare after all...