The Talk

So, those of you who have been reading my blog regularly know that I have had some issues in the past with my co-worker(s). You can read my last post for the latest as well as a link to the issue before that if you want more information.

I had also posted something on another blog about another issue with a co-worker and I listened to every one's advice, because seriously, why ask for it if you don't listen to it?

My biggest issue is related to my last post. I work with Stupid Ugly Bitch (SUB) and I hate her. This week I found myself doing a lot of things out of character such as wishing she'd get hit by a bus, trying to plot ways to make her fail at her job, dreaming of her getting run over by a steam roller and only her big head remaining, and things of that sort...Okay, so maybe its not that out of character for me but it is regarding work situations. I've always been highly professional at work.

Anyway, on Wednesday my boss came into the office and the morning was really busy so I didn't have time to talk to him. I had made a comment to my co-worker about this article on MSN about 43 strange things said during a job interview and my boss suddenly piped up, "Why are you looking for another job." I replied, "Not at the moment." We let it go for about an other hour or so.

I had a few messages I had to give to Boss so I went into his office and told him about the two calls that came in earlier in the day and about a marketing opportunity that we had. As I was turning to leave his office I said, "Hey Boss, can we talk about SUB?" He goes to me, "Do we really have to? I'm just not in the mood to talk about SUB." I said to him, "Fine, I just want you to know that I'm extremely uncomfortable at work and no longer want to be here and shes one of the reasons." and with that I broke down.

Yep. Me. I broke down at work. I actually sat in my boss' office and fucking cried like 3 year old. My boss looked at me in complete and utter shock. Quickly handed me some tissues and then got up and closed his door so that no one else could hear our conversation or see my reaction. He was shocked that something bothered me so much because I usually have very thick skin and in fact have never even shown that anything bothers me at work. I've always taken things with a grain of salt. I try to compose myself and manage to mumbled that I'm embarrassed that I'm crying at work. He says its okay to just let everything out.

I basically told him that I understand that SUB is older than me (and older than my mom too) but I do NOT tolerate someone talking down to me, treating me like I am stupid, or crossing the boundaries and attempting to do my job. If thats the case then I might as well just pack up my office and go home. He can just pay SUB to do my job too...although she's proven she'd be very very bad at it.

My boss goes on to explain to me that truthfully speaking he doesn't like SUB either but right now we are stuck with her because she is all we have on the East Coast and my boss's boss likes SUB. He told me how she annoys him and how he cannot be on the phone with her for more than 5 minutes before he wants to stick a pen in his eye, how he hates travelling with her because shes just that annoying. The unfortunate thing is that he doesn't think she will ever change. He doesn't think she will learn how to work with people and that its just her character.

I mentioned to him (I'd stop crying every now and then long enough to make full sentences and then I'd cry and then I'd have to stop...UGH!) that if she treats her co-workers like crap (another co-worker HATES her mainly because she is so condescending and bitchy) how does she treat stores? How does she work with her distributors and dealers? Boss said that its pretty much 50-50. 50% love her the other 50% could live without her. I don't think those are good numbers. I mean half of her territory could live without her? Thats HORRIBLE! Then I told my boss, "Look, I'd think I was being an overly sensitive PMSy person if I was the only one who couldn't stand her but out of 5 in the North American office 2 hate her, 1 is annoyed, 1 is indifferent and the 5th person is SUB herself. She obviously has issues working with people.

My boss and I ended things pretty well. He told me that he would have a talk with her without bringing me up. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she got under my skin. I told my boss that if SUB were to call my cell, text my cell, or email me at my personal email even during work hours I would not answer. My personal stuff is for people I consider to be friends (and I did clarify with him that he and my other co-workers fall into the "friends" category). I also told him that if SUB lived in Montreal we would be having this conversation from prison.

After I left his office I went to wash my face and try to put myself together before going back to my desk (he actually asked me if I wanted to go for a walk or to leave for the rest of the day just to get my head on straight again, I said I just needed a few minutes). I went back to my desk and got back to work when he came out of his office and puts his hand on my shoulder and said, "Jen, I want you to know that I always have your back. ALWAYS. I will always take your side. Next time please don't wait so long to talk to me about something bothering you."

I smiled and enjoyed the rest of my work day.

Yesterday we went for lunch and had a nice talk and did a lot of laughing but of course he asked me like 20 times "How are you, are you okay?" Oh did I mention that at one point during our conversation he says to me, "I don't mean to get personal but is there a chance that you are pregnant? I mean I've never seen you so emotional." I just laughed and said no that when things piss me off enough I cry... but when I get sad I want to hit.

SUB of course pissed me off yesterday. She was blatantly disregarding my orders and finding 20 reasons not to do her job. Oddly enough I got a response the minute I wrote to my boss and copied her on it kindly explaining to Boss how the show stopping was on a standstill because SUB thinks its outside of her job description to decide what items to pull and show at the tradeshow.

Today Boss didn't come into work but of course he sent me a text message, "How are you today." I wonder if my boss now thinks that I am mentally unstable, will that breakdown always be on his mind? He dealt with my crying well, he talked until I was ready to end the conversation but I hope he doesn't think he has to worry about me and treat me delicately.

I'm annoyed and considering quitting

Gosh, I really hate writing in my blog only when I'm annoyed but I guess that is the only time I feel truly inspired. Oddly enough when I'm really annoyed/pissed off I also tend to clean the house.

So why am I so pissed off? Well, today started off fairly okay. Like it wasn't a great day but it wasn't a horrible day either. It was just an okay day. By mid-morning I got a text message from my boss informing me he wasn't coming in (hey it was a gorgeous day, I wouldn't have come in either if given that chance) BUT he had a few things he wanted me to review. I took notes on what he wanted and had everything completed by 1pm. My boss writes me back saying good work.

Then around 1:30 I realized I hadn't gotten an answer from my graphics artist regarding an ad I needed created for this company. Before I could pick up the telephone to call her my computer alerted me that I had an email. It was from the graphics artist. I reviewed what she did and it was what the boss wanted but I forwarded the email to the boss. He copied my co-worker (Stupid Ugly Bitch) on his reply so that she could see the ad since it was for her territory. I don't mind especially because SUB had come up with the concept for this ad.

Boss, SUB, Graphics Artist and I send a few emails back and forth regarding the layout of the ad and possibly changing the wording. I said that I would email the person in charge of the company that we are running the ad for in order to find out if it is "okay" and if we can change the wording to something or if that would be violating their rules. My boss says "Let me know".

I write back to my boss and copy SUB on it saying, "Spoke with X and they said ad is fine as is, we can not make the changes you want because its violating their rules. Am sending the file to the printer now for 2000 copies".

So now this is ALREADY at the printer right?! I get copied on an email from SUB to person X at that company saying "here is our draft please let me know if its okay or not...." Um excuse me? Do we not look stupid now as a company? Completely disorganized if 20 minutes after ANSWERING me he gets another email from another employee asking the same thing? And get this, the attachment wasn't a sample of the ad it was sales figures!!!!

SUB is constantly complaining about how person X thinks our company is disorganized, how we don't follow the rules, how we this and how we that...Don't you think you are adding fuel to the fire but crossing your job description lines and trying to do my job when I already had an answer to the exact same question? When I already had the ad printing in Texas?

I sent SUB an email and copied my boss saying: "SUB I already emailed X and got his reply. This is already at print as I got his approval. Please STOP doing my job as it makes our company look very disorganized. By the way, you attached the wrong file to that email" (which by the way went to 6 people not just person X, myself, and my boss).

She didn't reply. Of course not, everytime I call her out on her shit she never sends a reply. She gets her tail between her legs when she is informed that she is wrong. That was the SECOND time today the she had contacted person X at the same company to ask him something I had already asked him (I emailed him last week regarding a promotion we wanted to run and he told me on what items he was willing to accept a discount). The first time I didn't get too wound up about it because I wasn't sure if I had informed her of what we'd be doing promotions on.

Then another issue happened when a customer noticed something but I managed to find a loophole. I emailed SUB and Boss and told them that althought something looked like something it specifically said something else but I could see where someone would be confused but it doesn't change the fact that there is a loophole.

SUB writes back to me and my boss saying, "Jenny, please don't take my email personally as an attack on your work but blah blah blah blah blah blah". I write back to SUB copying my boss, "SUB, STOP telling me to stop taking things personally because I don't. In fact, I, personally did not work on any sell sheets so its not my work to get offended at any errors. I simply found a loophole for you to be able to use until we can all discuss this when Boss is in the office and figure out a way to work around this".

This is the second email that shes written to me telling me not to take something personally. Bitch I don't take anything personally other than you crossing the fucking line and doing my fucking job. You know what, why don't I just quit my job and you can feel free to do mine as well as yours? Oh wait, maybe I should take half of your pay because I spend a lot of my time trying to fix your fuck ups.

I can not wait until my boss comes into work tomorrow because I really feel I have to talk to him. The first time I emailed him about SUB and how she's been behaving apparently accomplished nothing. This time something will happen. I'm annoyed and can't see myself continuing my position and always having to deal with someone like SUB. I don't care how old she is, how long she has been in the industry or whatever. She's annoying, constantly crosses the line, and has no idea how to speak to people. She might be older than my momma but that doesn't mean I won't tell her where to shove it.

I'm honestly at a cross road and have no idea what to do regarding this issue. I'm seriously considering just putting in a letter of resignation and finding a company where I don't have to tolerate people like this. Not only that but there was recently an issue with a pay increase that I've been trying to figure out how to address. I just feel like lately I'm not happy at the company.

Just Because I'm A Girl....

Before I start my mini rant I'd like to say sorry to everyone for not reading and commenting on blogs. I've had an ear infection (still have it) and its making me feel very strange. I can't take medicine for it because of my disease...antibiotics and I are NOT friends and I'd wind up even more sick so I suffer thru the pain. I promise you (and Google Reader) that I will try to get to every one's blogs before this weekend is over.

A lot of things have been bothering me lately but one that really tickles my freaking pickle is my father's mechanic. Okay, so most of you already know that I'm a spoiled rotten little twerp right? My parents have always footed the bill for any car repairs, oil changes etc. After I got married they stopped doing that so I found another mechanic (one my husband preferred). My parents will still occasionally send me money (send because they live in Texas and I in Montreal) to cover the cost of some bills; especially if they are high. My sister still brings her car to my dad's mechanic.

So why do we go to this mechanic, who will go unnamed? Because my father is LOYAL to the owner's father, its really convenient to my daddy when he comes here for a visit and best of all, after the repairs are done we don't have to pay him straight away. We can take our car and go home and my dad will send money a while later or he'll just pay when he comes to Canada in the winter. That's probably one of the best reasons for going to this specific garage...no wait...thats the ONLY reason you'd go to this garage.

Growing up I was very tom-boyish. I'd help my dad with repairs on all of our cars, I'd mess around with them and I'd learn the various names of things under the hood and their function and purpose. I learned to pick up on certain sounds and if it indicated a problem and if something went wrong with the car I could probably narrow it down to a couple of reasons why. I know what a starter, alternator, transmission, shaft, bushings, bearings, axles, differentials are and what they are meant to do. (But sadly, no I do not know how to change a tire!). So normally when I take my car to the garage I know what the problem could possibly be.

So lets rewind about 4 years ago. I had a 1999 Dodge Durango for a few years. Suddenly the alignment on the car was off. I took it to the mechanic who gave me his professional opinion "It's an SUV it will never have perfect alignment". Ummm then do you care to explain to me why its been driving perfectly straight for a few years?! I already checked the tire pressure and all of that was fine and dandy. I left shaking my head and just saying "okay whatever. If the mechanic thinks its okay its probably in my head." (Very believable because I ALWAYS think my tires look low...ALWAYS!) A few weeks later the problem feels even worse to me. I take it back and I get the same answer from the mechanic. I ask him to take the car for a spin to see if he can FEEL the problem. He does, he says there is no problem. It's an SUV, a few years old, and won't drive straight.... I say fine and go home. Now my mom is in Montreal visiting because my parents just bought a house (and didn't even see it! I saw it, I called them, we did power of attorney and I bought their house...with their money). So I'm taking my mom shopping for some patio furniture for the house and while I'm on the highway I ask her to see my problem. At 120kph I let go of the steering wheel and instead of going straight the car goes straight....towards the barrier on the right hand side of the road. My mom says that OBVIOUSLY there is a problem with the car. We drive to the mechanic and I insist that he put my car on that thingie to make it go in the air. I tell him that the alignment is off, way off and that I am not imagining, I am not crazy, and its not that its an SUV and won't ever have straight alignment. Lo and behold, his employee goes "Um, you might want to see this," to his boss. My mechanic goes over and says "Uh, you need a new bearing. If you would have hit a pothole your tire could have come right off." Oh jeez, THANKS! Because the first 2 times I brought the car here your explanation was it was an SUV. Thanks. You just saved my life dickface.

Now, we leave the car there to get fixed and my boyfriend at the time (now Hubby) came to pick up my mom and I....because apparently we go to the ONLY mechanic in the entire province of Quebec who doesn't have a courtesy car. Luckily for us, we have a spare car (uh, had a spare car, we sold it last year). George took us home and I got the extra car and I went shopping with my mom. Life was fine. While shopping I was explaining to her that I don't like this garage that much because I feel that he thinks because I am a girl that I know fuck all about cars and he can pull a sheet over my eyes. Let's be honest guys, my parents NEVER look at the bill for the garage. They look to the amount that is circled and pay without ever asking questions...EVER!

So, another problem...the Durango again. It's a reoccurring problem. Every summer my air conditioner would be a steam room and every winter my heater was an instacooler. EVERY year. Whatever "fix" the mechanic would give would be a temporary fix. It was seasonal. In the garage every 6 months to undo what he did the last time to make it the right temperature. I asked if we changed the heating core, the answer was yes. I asked if we changed the thermostat the answer was yes. Do you know that the answer was to my heating/cooling problems as per this mechanic? "Your car is old its time to get a new one." Hmmmm if you have that much money that you can just buy a new car every time your car breaks down/ needs repairs/ gets a few years old why are you driving a shit box?

So, now I'm in college and I've been having some problems with my car. It keeps on over heating. I take it the garage they fix the problem. I drive to the US to run an errand for my husband's car and while I'm waiting at the border (to get back into Canada) the temperature gauge SKY ROCKETS! I'm about to shit bricks. Great, my car is gonna die on the other side of the border. I call George and he tells me to roll down my windows and put my cars HEATER on as hot as it goes. The car has to expel the hot air and quick. The problem was solved for a bit. I crossed the border and went straight to the mechanic and was like "Uh, problem still exists, car almost left me at the US border," they look under the hood, fiddle with something and say problem solved. I leave. Three days later I'm driving to class to take an exam and then going to get my hair done as a reward for a successful semester complete. As I'm driving to school my car starts smoking. Yeah... my car is totally smoking. I'm freaking. I roll down the windows, i turn on the heater, I'm melting. I call the garage and tell them I'm on my way but if I'm not there in 10 minutes it means my car BLEW UP or caught on fire! (Now, I've already checked at home to be sure that all my fluids were filled up for the radiator. I know that an empty rad can literally make your engine explode!...from experience....) I get to the mechanic and now I'm fuming just as much as my car is.

Here is the scene:
J (thats me): *pulls up with smoking engine while on the phone with my dad explaining my near death experience*
M (thats the mechanic): Whats the matter Jenny?
J: *crying from anger* Whats the matter? Do you not see the smoke coming from my car!?!? I thought we FIXED this problem TWICE already....FUCKING TWICE!
M: Well whats the problem?
J: *to my dad* Wait up Dad, *to Mechanic* Do you know what you are? You are like a doctor for cars. I'm the cars mom. I come to your hospital and explain to you my cars symptoms and your JOB is to narrow down what the problem is with a series of tests and FIX THE FUCKING PROBLEM. Can you NOT see the symptoms? My car is here for the 3rd time and its SMOKING from UNDER the HOOD! *to my dad* No I will not lower my voice I'm so fucking pissed off daddy, I nearly died and I'm going to miss my hair appointment now!
M: *not saying anything looking at me like I'm an alien with 3 heads and 72 toes.
J: Welllllllllllllllllll?
D (thats my dad): I'll call you back in 15 minutes.
J: Um okay. So Mechanic, whats the deal. Can you fix this or not because I dont like thinking my car is going to catch fire and I'll be burnt and then need surgeries and skin graphs...
*my phone rings* Hello? Yeah dad...Oh okay...Thanks... *hangs up* So my dad said fix the problem. His friend is coming to pick me up for my hair appointment.


So that's the type of shit we have to put up with. Now my sisters car has been at the garage for a WEEK AND A HALF and they still don't know what the problem is. They had the car since July 1st. I went with my sister to drop off the car. We said something is wrong with the alarm, windshield wipers and automatic door locks. We also explained the the bearing the should have been replaced from her car accident still wasn't fixed. I called on Friday, July 3rd to see if the car was ready. I was told that they hadn't even looked at the car yet...they were waiting for a guy from BMW to come see what the problem is. Okay...so the electrical problem couldn't be fixed while waiting..but why not fix the bearing?

I called yesterday, July 8th, to see if the car was ready. Still nope. I'm told the car has been taken apart to find the problem. I get mad. I call my mom. My mom says tell him to put the car together and that I'm gonna take the car to the garage that services my car now. (I go to a mechanic that only works on European cars since I have a Mercedes and George has a Range Rover). The garage calls me back and wants to talk to my sister. I tell the mechanic that shes at work but as we all know I'm responsible for all car related problems for any car my father owns and that the message from the boss (my momma) is put the fucking car together and I'll pick it up today. He got mad (he is soooooo stupid to lose business from my family). He said he wanted my daddy to call him. I call my dad I tell my dad what mom told me to say to the mechanic. My dad calls him. "If the car isn't fixed by noon tomorrow, the car is going to BMW...."

So now I'm waiting...let's see.... Oh, and my parents swore they'd never go back to this garage...ever. This isn't even a QUARTER of the stories I have with this mechanic. You should hear how he fucked up my husbands Porsche and my daddy's Caddy.... how I almost died because they didn't fix the brakes properly....

It's just that I have to go now because my lunch is over and my boss is working today...I think. He said he'd be back in 45 minutes....2 hours ago!


Oh, and I just LOVE how now the mechanic thinks I'm a bitch...Um dude, after 10 years of fucking with my family, I think you more than deserve some bitchiness okay?

Evil Eye or Evil Bitch?

So many of you know by now that I am Greek. If you didn't know it you are so late...or maybe you are just now reading this blog for the first time? Anyway, being Greek I believe in the Evil Eye. A lot of different cultures have this superstition or belief.

It's funny because the evil eye is said to be a form of black magic and against many religions but the only day to teach someone the prayer is on Good Friday. It's become so ingrained in our culture that one would think its a part of our religion. Most people wear the evil eye (pictured above) to protect them from the evil eye on the same chain that holds their cross. I don't have a eye like the one pictured above. I have a xandra which is a light blue stone and it goes on the same chain as my cross.

So what is the evil eye? We believe its something sort of like a curse that is put on you when someone is very jealous of you, compliments you and means it from the bottom of their heart or just plain old envies you. Even though I wear the xandra, it hasn't stopped me from getting the evil eye. I'm forever calling my sister, my grandmother, my aunts, my husband, and my friends parents to remove this little curse from me but lately, its completely untamable. It's like it can't be reversed.

Everyday around 3pm I feel suddenly void of all energy. Usually with the evil eye the person who gets it had a sudden headache and feels like vomiting. I've never had that symptom. I just get struck with sudden loss of energy to where every single one of my limbs feels extremely heavy. I've had days when driving home felt like a chore because I couldn't keep my arms up to hold the steering wheel or having to drive with two feet because it required too much energy to move my foot from one pedal to the other.

Someone obviously has a lot of time on their hands. Someone has nothing better to do then sit around and talk shit about me. I mean, I guess I should feel flattered that people just sit around and talk about me when I don't even care if they exist or not but its really getting annoying. I've been told by a few of my friends to just go to a priest and have him bless me to see if that can protect me from this evil douchebag cunt. (Yes, I do have a feeling I know who said evil cunt is).

But its really got me thinking...how pathetic is your life to where you talk about someone who doesn't like you? To talk about someone who just likes to pretend that you don't exist? How fucking miserable is your life? That is very very sad. I get bored too at times, but I don't talk smack about people I don't like or don't like me. I call my friends, get on facebook, write in my blog, do something productive. See wasting your time talking about people who mean nothing to you is counter productive and well....stupid and pathetic.

So here is my message to the pathetic, stupid, douchebag cunt who continues to give me the evil eye: I hope you eat a dick and choke on it you stupid whore. :) Have a great life.

Raising Children In Today's Society

I am going to apologize in advance if this blog post is slightly buzzy. I got to leave work early on Tuesday due to a power outage and I spent the entire day (11am to 10pm) in my pool in the sun. Wednesday was a Quebec Holiday (They call it St. Jean Baptise, a day they get to liberate themselves but I call it French Separatist Holiday...hey I don't mind.. I get a free day off because of them) and again, I spent the entire day in the pool in the sun. I'm exhausted, I'm sun burnt, and I want to fall asleep at my desk but I can't help myself. I have to get some things off my chest.

Please forgive me if this post is buzzy and lack my usual wit and off the wall comments.

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Raising kids is hard. It's always been hard but I think its getting harder and harder with each passing day. How can I say this when I don't even have kids yet? Because I'm a very observant person and I notice thing. I watch the trends and I like to keep up with the kids in my family (combining mine and George's family we probably have about 50 kids under the age of 18). I know that listening to parenting advice from someone with no kids sounds foolish but you know what...I know what I'm talking about.

My husband is 15 years older than me therefore the people in that particular circle of friends are all older and have teen aged kids. When the parents talk to the children the kids often shoot back with something like "Gosh, you dint even remember what its like to be a teenager. Times have changed". That's when I pipe in with something along the lines of "Well, I've been there pretty recently and what you are asking for is completely out of line". The kids from that circle of friends/family respect me because I am closer in age to them and I kind of walk that thin line of authority and friend. I try to see things from their perspective and from the parent's perspective. I play the Devil's Advocate for both sides.

Well recently I'm finding that this balance can't exist anymore. I can't be a Devil's Advocate for the kids anymore. They want crazy ass unreasonable things. They have no respect for their families, their friends, and most importantly for themselves.

One of my posts from Monday mentioned how one of the boys had a girlfriend who cheated on him...and how he is willing to sweep that under a rug which is something I can not stand. But I'm not supposed to know about this so I can't say anything to the kid right? I'd be betraying A LOT of people by being all "hey I heard your girlfriend is a slut..."

Well we had a pool party at my house for the above mentioned French Separatist holiday. The boy, Dan, asked me if he could invite his girlfriend, Marie, over to my house. Since I know nothing, I couldn't very well say no. I said yes. The girlfriend had her parents drop her off and then that's when I got disgusted.

Shortly after being at my house, Marie strips down to her swim suit in order to go swimming (normal) and that's when I notice a tattoo on her thigh/butt area (not normal). Let me explain why its NOT normal. MARIE IS 15 YEARS OLD. Do you know what that means? It means that Marie's mother or father went with her and signed a paper saying that they allow the tattoo parlor to permanently ink their child. 15. Fucking 15 years old. FIFTEEN! At 15 years old I was too fickle to thin of something that I'd want to be on my body for the rest of my life...I still am. A 15 year old girl with a tattoo is TRASHY. I don't care if I get hate mail about this. It's TRASHY. It's DIRTY & DISGUSTING.

Then I thought about. One one hand these parents have Marie in a private school that they pay good money for, she is getting top marks in all of her classes, and they encourage her to do well in school. Bravo for them. It's great right? But on the other hand they take their kid to get tattooed. Are you not sending different messages to your child? They also allow Dan to spend the night at their house...in the basement....alone with their daughter. There are two completely different messages being sent to this kid. Basically, do well in school and you can be as skanky as you want to be...but you have to get good marks!?

But wait, it goes on! After being in my pool for a while they start to make out. Um, there are 25 people at my house. A good portion of them are younger (11 to 16) not to mention Dan's FAMILY MEMBERS. I told my husband to say something since it would make more sense coming from him. He said kids are kids and if Dan's parents are going to say anything why should he? I said, "Because its your house and I don't approve. I don't care if his parents don't care if they are making out. My house my rules." Hubby says nothing because he doesn't want to be the bad guy.

Instead of telling Dan and Marie and embarrassing them I told Dan's mom that I want her to talk to them to stop making out in my pool, around my pool, in my house or whatever. It is disrespectful to my home, myself, my husband, his cousins, and most importantly, his mother. No mother wants to see her kid making out. I'm sorry but I'm 27 (for 3 more days...) and I don't make out with my husband in front of my mother. I have respect for myself, my parents, and their rules. I told Dan's mom that I thought that both kids were being disrespectful. She told them and they stopped. But that's when I thought of something.

When I was younger and would go to my boyfriend's house for the first few times I was so timid. I barely wanted to hold my boyfriend's hand in front of his parents and meanwhile Marie thinks its perfectly fine to make out with her boyfriend at some one's house that she'd never met. Who does that? Who meets someone at their house and then makes out right there in the pool in front of 23 other people!? WHO?!?!

Apparently kids in today's society. They see NOTHING wrong with that. They think its normal or some way of claiming the boy or girl as their own. It's disgusting and will NOT be tolerated in my home. The same rules I'll have for my children extend to my nieces and nephews and friend's children. This is my home, not some random brothel.

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The way kids dress today is unnerving. Okay, not all kids but a lot of kids. Everything is so short and so revealing. It leaves nothing to the imagination (not that people should be imaging what a 15 year old girl looks like underneath her clothes) and to put it bluntly, is cheap looking.

I understand that parents don't really go shopping with their teenagers anymore because the teens don't want to be at the mall with their parents but when you kid comes home with shopping bags do you not check what is in there? Daisy dukes aren't right for anyone, especially young teenagers. Stilettos with metal spikes..NOPE! Those should be reserved for the strippers, not the teenagers. Short ruffly skirts that basically only hide the pounai hairs is NOT right for a child.

Parents when your kids come home you MUST go through their bags and see what they purchased. Do you really want your kid to be walking to the ice cream parlor down the street from your house and everyone thinking your kid is a street walker? Should girls that young dress so provocatively? I don't think so. Kids need to be covered up. I agree they can't walk around in turtle necks and jeans all day but why can't they get normal shorts instead of those daisy dukes? Why can't their skirts come a little lower on their thighs? Why are their tank tops so low cut and tight?

A huge problem in what kids wear is when the parents don't agree. If dad is saying that something shouldn't be in their house because its inappropriate and then mom says well all the kids are wearing it, its normal, let them express themselves...the kids never get the right idea. They think dad is wrong and a tyrant bastard while mom is totally awesome and cool.

You are sending mixed messages to your children. Get with your spouse and speak about what is and isn't allowed in your house and enforce the rules. Or let the kid buy what they want and don't let them wear it outside of their bedroom.


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I'll keep this section very short. You should always set an example for your child. I am sorry but you cannot drink, get drunk and then get behind the wheel of the car and preach to your kids about drinking and driving. Lead by example.

My husband likes to drink his Chivas and you know what...I don't mind. He never drinks and drives. I'm always the sober one when we go out because I'm not really a big drinker. I can have fun naturally without getting drunk off of my tree. I told him that once we have children he can't drink to the point where he is drunk. The last thing I want is for my child to turn around and tell me "Mommy, why is daddy always drunk?" Or for my teen aged son to tell me, "Well why can't I have a drink, dad has had 4 and Uncle Tony had 6". I believe in leading by example.

Set an example for your children and practice what you preach. Don't be a hypocrite.


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A blogger Constant Complainer commented on my last post Even More Cheating, about how TV shows such as Sex and the City promote this kind of behaviour. In a way I agree and in a way I don't agree. In a post on Complainer's website I mentioned how TV shows, movies, news, video games, music etc CANNOT be used as an excuse for violence or stupidity.

When I was growing up my parents taught me the difference between a TV show and real life. I never got the impression that if I wiggled my nose that something could appear. I never thought that I could spin/roll myself into a blue ball of fury and collect coins and jump on my enemies and be a winner. I never thought that the shows on HBO were real and never wanted to model my life off of them. Growing up I had cable in my room. Probably from the time I was 6 years old. My parents never felt the need to put those parental supervision things on my tv. They knew that I knew what I should and shouldn't be watching. As I got older I would stop with the Nick Jr., Nickeloden, and Nick at Night and went over to Showtime, Cinamax, and HBO. I always knew what I was watching and new it was fiction (although some of the things happen all the time in real life settings (Sex and the City, OZ, Dangerous Women).

I would never go to prison and shank someone because "Beecher did it to Keller", and I wouldn't cheat on my husband because "Big did it with Carrie". So using a tv show, movie or anything along those lines as an excuse is incredibly absurd. These things are dramatized for more and more ratings.

People have to learn how to think for themselves.



The end. Please comment! :)

Work Gripes & A Toyglobe.com Giveaway

So I guess its about time that I get back to my regular posting schedule which was sporadic at best. But I figured I'd blog about something other than just a giveaway and get your advice.... but wait...first...a give away. LOL

As you guys probably know by now I'm helping my husband get his blog off the ground for his company Toyglobe.com (Hey I'm doing the same thing for my work too...Trying to catch them up to 2009 instead of 1989!) So now Toyglobe.blogspot.com is following in my footsteps and doing a giveaway.

They are giving away a voice mixer helmet from Transformers 1. It changes your voice to where you sound like Bumble Bee! This is a perfect give away to win in order to have an extra gift away for that special little boy (or girl) in your life! Xmas? Birthday? Grad?

Click on to http://toyglobe.blogspot.com/2009/06/toyglobecom-give-away.html in order to enter this giveaway. It ends on June 18th and its easy to enter. You can also follow Toyglobe on twitter by following @Toyglobe

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And now back to our regularly scheduled bitchin'.

As some of you may remember reading a while back, I had a huge spat with one of my co workers. In fact, I think I may have gone as far as calling her a cunt which is a word that I normally reserve for really really really bad people. People have to push me in order to call them that but this lady has done nothing but get on my nerves. Each time when things are starting to smooth over she'll do something else to get me riled up and when I get riled up I remember everything from the past. My memory can be my downfall because I NEVER forget.

So what happened this time to where Stupid Ugly Bitch (SUB) pissed me off? I was in the office enjoying a quiet day. It was only me and my co-worker in the office. My boss was out for the day tending to his sick kid and the rest of our "office" is sales reps and they are always in the field. I'm sitting at my office doing my daily work, minding my own business when I get an email from SUB. SUB asks me if I have another companies item number for OUR product. I email her that "you were provided a listing of all items that Xcompany carries of our products with our item number, their item number, the product description, UPC code, and price". She writes back "Okay so since you don't have that item do you have these two items?" And I wrote back, "SUB, please see the attached file that you have been e-mailed numerous times. It has ALL the info that I have. If there is something missing you need to contact the buyer at Xcompany."

She leaves me alone...for about an hour. She then emails me and asks me about a project that i was working on a few months ago and completed long ago. She ask if its ready yet. It is. It has been for a while now. It's even been emailed to her. Numerous times.

Now lets get something clear, SUB has pissed me off many many many times in the past. (including earlier in that day) I always go above and beyond my job description to help her out (mainly because I think she is more stupid than gold fish that has an average memory of ummm 3 seconds?) but nope, not today. Instead of just automatically emailing her the file I decided to pull a bitch move. I type in the name of the file in my SENT messages folder and saw HOW many times I've emailed the file to her. I then write her an email in reply:

Dear SUB.

I have already emailed you this file on the following dates (enter dates here). Please check your old emails and save the file to your desk top or in another easy to access place as you will need this file. I cannot constantly resend you the same files. Please organize yourself.

Thanks,
LWP (Lovely Wonderful Person:) )

She then writes back and COPIES my boss and my co-worker in the file saying something along the lines of how my work isn't organized and how I shouldn't name files FINAL because its never the final copy and I should name files like SUBannoysthefuckoutofme06-10-09.xls instead of SUBannoysthefuckoutofmeFINAL.xls Apparently its more organized that way and a "standard" in all major companies and we should KISS.

EXCUSE ME? FUCKING EXCUSE ME? Do you kow what KISS stands for? Keep It Simple, Stupid. Yeah that dumb fucking cunt called me STUPID and thought that I was just going to sit there and take it. Well, I took the high road...kinda.

I reply to her and copy my boss and co-worker into it.

SUB,

As I mentioned in my earlier email this file has been emailed to you numerous times on the following dates. The problem does not lay with me not sending you the correct file or the way that the file is named. The file I sent you is a FINAL copy therefore the word FINAL is in there. Even though I have emailed you the file numerous times the file NEVER changed.

My suggestion to you would once again be to save all important files to your hard drive, on your desk top, or in another easy to access place because apparently you don't like looking through your emails. I will NOT change the way that I name files and send them out. The rest of the company does not seem to have a problem with this, only you.

Thank you.

I'm angry. I'm steaming. I'm about to blow a gasket. My co-worker who is in the office with me sees this and decides its best for him to stay away from me. I then open a new email window and begin typing.

I write an email to my boss.

Dear Boss,

As you know of over the past few months SUB and I have been having problems working together. I don't want this to reflect badly on me or my work but I find myself no longer wanting to work with her or to help her. The tone that she uses towards me on the telephone and in her emails is rude and downright disrespectful. In her last email she wrote that I should just KISS which means keep it simple stupid. I'd love to tell you that she didn't mean it like that or that she is unaware of how its used but she knows. We both grew up in Texas, we both went to school in the same district and she and I know the same meaning of that expression. I don't tolerate that kind of disrespect.

I would really like it if you could talk to SUB about her attitude towards me because I can not see our future work relationship working out very well if this type of attitude continues. Boss, I really love my job and I love this company and I would have to see that jeporadized because of someone else's actions.

Thank You.


So to this day my boss still hasn't replied to me so I don't know if I should bring this up again. I know for a fact that he barely reads emails from me because I email him and them right away follow up vocally so there is a possibility that he is unaware of my email, or maybe he knows and chooses to just ignore it and hope that everything will blow over. What would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you bring it up? Let it pass?

The reason I'm blogging about this today is because again today she decided to be a bitch. My boss was in the office and asked me to send an email to the sales rep to get them to try to push a product. PUSH a product not INTRODUCE a product.

SUB automatically emails me back asking me what is the item number, how much does it cost, and wanting to know all the details since we've never sold this before. THIS IS A FUCKING PRODUCT WE'VE BEEN SELLING FOR 3 YEARS...THE DISTRIBUTORS ALREADY HAVE THIS FUCKING INFORMATION BECAUSE WE'VE FUCKING SOLD IT TO THEM BEFORE YOU STUPID UGLY BITCH.

The other sales rep wrote back "What do you mean we've never sold this product before. Isn't this the product number a Xcompany selling at this price?! If there are only 200 left to sell across the country we shouldn't have a problem"

SUB writes back "No that was a different product. This is just the dispenser."

I write back,"No its not. It's the same product. Here are the two listings for this from Xcompany. Its the complete unit not just the dispense. Why would we sell a consumer a car and just give them the body and no interior or anything under the hood."

SUB calls me and asks if I'm sure. YES I'M FUCKING BLOODY SURE!!!!!!! I repeat this to her more than once and then just hang up the phone. I'm done with this bitch.

So there is my rant :) Happy reading...

Oh...and don't forget to enter my My GIVEAWAY!!!

Pas Gali. :) The bad part of a great vacation!

So I'm back and I'm black, literally. I got the most amazing tan with very little "burnage". If you moisturize that burn you are sure to tan over it as opposed to peeling. Eww.





The Cuba trip was amazing! We all had such a great time! I went with my husband, my sister and her soon to be husband (less than 6 months away!!), my bestfriend and her man. We had such a blast, I ONLY have 9 albums of pictures up on Facebook but I'm waiting on my sister's camera as well. I imagine I'll get about 3 or 4 more albums out of that. Why so many albums? Because Facebook is being a total twat and won't let me upload more than 60 pictures per album even though they now say you can upload up to 200 pictures. BULLSHIT.


Anyway, as I wrote in my last post I had some interesting stories to tell about my vacation so let the story telling begin.


Our arrival and departure times were complete hell but seriously, with the amazing deal we got for the vacation we didn't care. We left Montreal at 9:30pm so we had to be at the airport 3 hours early. We got first class seats so we had priority check in so it went fairly quickly. We went to eat at Casey's in the airport to kill some time (still had two hours before boarding). After our meal we decide to go through security and start walking towards our gate. As we approach the line for security we all groan. Disgusting there are like 1400 people in front of us. Nicole hears her name called and we are like "Shit! She shouldn't have jumped over the line separators" but instead of being called for a bad thing it was a good thing. One of the guys that works at the mall where she works is head of airport security. He passed us in front of all the people waiting and we went straight to the metal detectors and carry on searches. Plus side was we didn't have to wait in line, downside we had to find a way to kill more time. We shop at duty free, pick up some reading material, get some cross word puzzle books and wait and wait. At this point we realize maybe we shouldn't have ALL left our cell phones at home. Having at least one would have killed time. We could have called friends or family, checked facebook, played some games. Nope instead we got stuck having to make conversation with one another which always ends up hilarious!



Boarding starts for our plane and we are sooooo excited! They announce that people needing help boarding, are elderly or have young children to start boarding, then first class, then everyone else in order of their rows. We get on the plane, fasten our seat belts and are just yapping away excited at our first "adult family vacation". My sister and I have never been anywhere together ALONE as adults...alone as in no mommy...and Toronto does NOT count.



Flight is great even though the stewardess was a major cunt. Like major. So much for flying the friendly skies, I think we were on the PMS flight. Nothing friendly about these women.


So we get off the plane in Cuba, go through their customs, collect our luggage, get on the bus that drives us to our hotels (it made 3 stops). We finally pull up to our hotel and the girls decide to get smart. We'll send our husbands to get the luggage while we go check in. Simple right? 40 people got off the bus at Iberostar Varedero, we are 6. Do you want 34 people in front of you? Uh no.



I get to the line and I'm second, Nicole is 3rd, and Alex is 4th. I'm happy. This should take all of ummm what? 5 minutes? WRONG! Do you know who was in front of me? This rude french bitch. Yep I said it. She finished checking herself in and then she starts SCREAMING in the lobby (wait, did I mention its 3AM now!?)"Susane, Francios its your turn!" So these two come and then she starts again "Phillpie, Marie Josie..." after this happened 3 times I couldn't help but get rude. Sorry dude, its 3am and I want to check in and go to my room and get some sleep so I can enjoy the sun. So as we are standing in line getting extremely impatient the men come up with the luggage and start asking what is going on. I tell them to just go sit down on the couch and we'll be checked in soon. Rody asks Nicole something so she yells across the lobby "it's in the white bag!" and the old lady looks at Nicole like why in the fuck are you yelling at 3am. So of course this pisses me off and I look at her and tell her, "Oh so its okay for you to yell but its not okay for us to yell?" I seriously want to punch her, in the nose...hard. (For the record, shes not an old frail lady like 80 years old. She's in her 50's and a complete bitch. She looks like a bitch and you know what....she is a bitch!)


After waiting for like 20 minutes my husband decides he wants to bitch at the receptionist because why is she allowing this to happen? I on the other hand actually feel really bad for the receptionist because she is only one person and there are so many of us to check in and I'm sure she's just as confused as hell anyway. So Nicole starts mouthing off to old french bitch (OFB) in French and they start mouthing off back. George is yelling at the receptionist, I'm yelling at the receptionist, and Mike is speaking in French to Nicole and OFB trying to get them to calm the freak down! So I'm mad and I'm telling the OFB and her entire entourage that its not fair what they are doing. Some guy pipes up and says "well they are old and have been travelling all night, let them pass in front of you."

That statement makes me angry. I'm sorry but I've been traveling just as long as they have and I may not be old but I do have a disease which affects my muscles and I get tired really easy but I'm not using that as a pass to go in front of everyone. So of course I start telling him off, "Sorry but they CHOSE to fly out late at night instead of taking and earlier flight and WE have ALL been traveling the same amount of time. And not everyone in their group is old. They have people in their 30's and 40's with them and they can WAIT!"

Mike, being the only reasonable person in the group, lets the OFB and family pass in front of us and then explains to the receptionist how it wasn't fair of her to let OFB call her family members one by one to check in when there was a line formed for a reason. As we are checking in OFB comes back all angry and starts complaining that her key card does not work and she wants it fixed immediately. I ignore the OFB and start explaining to the receptionist that we want to be in the same building. We are 6 people, 3 couples who booked our vacations together and asked to be together so why are we in 3 different building. She goes to her computer to put us all in the same building and OFB is standing there impatiently tapping her foot. "Excuse me," she yells out, "I said my key doesn't work". I give OFB a look over with my evil glare (seriously, you should all fear this evil glare) and tell her "She's busy in case you can't tell. The line starts there," and I point to behind my sister.

OFB gives me a look that she can only wish rivals my evil glare but it fails miserably. "Is there a problem," I ask. She says "My key doesn't work and I can't get into my room." So I just said, "Okay just wait until we are checked in...just like we had to wait for you!" So now my husband being a nice guy asks the receptionist, "Can you just fix her key so we can stop looking at her face." The receptionist goes, "No she has to wait her turn. I'm almost finished with you guys."

Yippie! Victory for us. Loss for OFB et al.

So now during the entire duration of our trip the OFB and her family is constantly giving us evil looks and trying to piss us the hell off. I swear, I wanted to give them a beat down, daily. They deserve it. We are at the nightly entertainment shows and their stupid group sits down in front of our group. My husband was smoking cigars and with the wind the cigar smoke would blow in their faces. They asked him to stop smoking his cigar. Umm excuse me? This is Cuba where you can smoke ANYWHERE! No he isn't going to stop smoking. If you don't like where the smoke is blowing you can feel free to move anytime you want. They say that the cigar smoke is blowing in their children's faces...well move your children. They have children seating in the very front of the show, go there. No they want their kids close to them. Well go sit in the front with your kids. No they like the feel of the wind blowing on them but not the cigar smoke. Well sorry we were here first. Would we like to change seats? No we like the wind blowing on us as well. Can he stop smoking for just 10 minutes. No. They get up and leave!

Yippe! Victory for us. Lose for OFB et all...again!

Now fast forward to the very very very last day! We had to check out of our hotel at NOON (05/30)but our bus left for the airport at 12AM the next day (05/31). The hotel has a storage room for our luggage and the bell boy can let you in to get something from your luggage and this room has two private showers for you to shower and change. (This way you can spend the entire day using the hotel facilities and swim in the beach and then get fresh for the airport). Rody went in to get something out of his luggage and OFB came in with her husband and turns around and goes to Rody, "Lock the door before you leave" and Rody tells her all sarcastically, "yes boss." Why wouldn't he lock the door? Does he really want his stuff to get stolen?! Seriously OFB get your head out of your ass.

Hours pass by and now the bus is about to be there! OFB and her family go to the luggage room and get their luggage and leave the door not only unlocked but OPEN with OUR stuff still inside. Rody sees this and goes up to OFB and goes "Why did you demand I lock the door with your stuff inside but you just left the door wide open with our stuff still inside" and she goes "It wasn't me." Rody goes" I saw you" and she goes "Whatever" and thats when Rody just lost it on her. Words like "you dirty old fucking cunt bag..." were heard flying. No one from her family tried to defend her or her actions. C'mon that bitch was just low. I like how only HER stuff matters but our stuff...who cares! Makes me so happy that Nicole swam by them in the pool and pissed! :)

So now we all get on the bus and start our trek to the airports (picking up people we dropped off along the way). We get to the first hotel where 4 drunk french boys get on. How do I know they are french? They get on the bus all loud speaking in french about how drunk they are. We tolerate it for a few minutes. We get to the second hotel where more kids get on the bus but those 4 boys got OFF the bus to go into this hotels bar to get drinks! We bus is now WAITING for them to get on the bus and they get on WITH DRINKS being LOUD again. On their way to the back of the bus (where they are all being loud) they run into Rody and a huge argument ensues. They start yelling at Rody to calm down. Rody asks them to be quiet. They get up in Rody's face. George gets up and gets in their faces telling them to shut the fuck up before he shuts them up. Nicole tells the French girls that are trying to defend the French boys to sit down and shut up before she breaks her. Alex and I are looking at everyone like they are on drugs. Mike once again tries to reason with drunks. It doesn't work.

The drunk kids start to insult us in Haitian but we understand and tell them to fuck off. They then try Italian, we still understand and tell them to fuck off. The tour guide operator comes to the back of the bus and asks if everything is okay. We say its okay but its her fault this is happening. She should NOT have let drunk kids on the bus ESPECIALLY carrying more alcohol on the bus. The kids finally quiet down and say to George, "If you wanted us to be quiet all you had to do was ask." and George shoots back with, "You should know better. You are in your 20's, you get on a bus at 1am and see babies sleeping in the front and you think you need to be TOLD to be quiet?" The kid says "But we are on vacation". Um no. Vacation is over. You are on the bus going to the airport.

We get to the airport where the youngins decide to apologize for being complete douchebags. We say everything is fine and we get our luggage and go to check in (where I am wondering if OFB is going to try to check everyone in like she did at the hotel). We go to the express check in because that is just how we roll :) And one of the kids from the bus is giving us a look like he wants to kill us. In fact he says something like, "C'mon tough guy" to George. I tell George to just walk away and ignore the stupid kid. How can you take someone seriously that has a t-shirt on that says T.I. for President!?

We board the plane. We sit in our first class seats. OFB gets on the plane and gives us an evil look. Rody says "Oh look our friends are here" OFB looks at her husband and goes "what did he just say...what did he say". I said, "Why don't you ask him?" she walks off.

We fly home. We get off the plane. We get our luggage. We go through customs. I go home and see my dog. I'm happy. I decide that I'm going to buy an island and name it Pas Gali (pas in french as in "not" and Gali Greek for French.)..so my island is NOT FRENCH! I also decided that next time I go on vacation I'm going to fly from Montreal to some US airport (not in Vermont or NYC since Frenchies go there) to my final destination. I am just so sick and tired of dealing with these french people. Seriously, Frenchies...if you want to seperate from Canada JUST leave. Just don't go to France...even they can't stand you!

See Ya & Douchebags shouldn't work at banks!

Well, I don't want anyone thinking I'm ignoring them by not posting on their blogs or by writing anything here. I've been sort of in a blog rut since I was working on something else...the ground work for my new company :)

I might be on Saturday during the day since our plane leaves at 930pm :) I'm going to be in Cuba for the next 7 days!! I'm soooo excited. I have never been. My husband has gone a few times and he always loves it. Apparently Cuba is a very tame place to go. You don't get the urge to explore every nook and crany. It's like "here is your 5star resort, here is your beach, check out in 7 days."

I can soooo used a vacation. I feel so burnt out lately. Hopefully this trip to Cuba will help relax me, get me some inspiration for writing not only in my blog but continuing the novel I've been working on, think of my company some more and come back with lots of ideas!

Everyday after work this week I've been running errands, getting things together, shopping for the trip, spa treatments! UGH I had to go to the bank today to deposit a check into my parents account and I used my father's debit card and the guy at the bank looked at me as if I was a fucking criminal. Ummm I'm power of attroney on my parents accounts you fucking douchebag. He was all annoying and just being a pain in the ass (have I ever mentioned how much I hate this one particular bank branch?) Basically I swiped the card, entered the pin, he deposited the check, he gave me cash and then AFTER hes like "Oh wait,.... I can't do this" and he made me give him back the money and he reversed all the transactions.

I was FURIOUS. I already had the cash in my hand. He tried to take my dad's card away from me until I told him that if he touched my fucking bank card I would punch him square in the jaw. (Yep, I do have a loud personality eh?). I told him if he cared about his bank policies soooooooooo much why didn't he check the name on the account BEFORE taking the check, stamping it, marking it, depositing it, and handing me cash? I know for a fact the minute you swipe your card all the information shows up on screen!

I asked to speak to his manager and she was just about as useless as he was. How useless was he? I dunno, lets say as useless as a woman with no holes (hey don't take it sexist okay!?). I hate her. I've hated her for the past 5 years. So I tell them to then deposit the check into my account and then I'll TRANSFER the money into my parents account. Ohhh nope. I didn't have MY bank card on me and they can't do it since its not my home branch? Ummmm explain to me what the purpose of having mulitple banches is if you can't interbranch bank? I can only deposit at my HOME branch if I left my bank card in my other jeans?! Then after douchebag reversed all the transactions he won't give me a print out so I can make sure he hasn't fucked up. UMMM I HAVE THE RIGHT TO THAT PAPER. I HAVE POWER OF ATTRONEY ON THIS ACCOUNT!

So what do I do? While standing at the teller (not letting other clients be served) I call the customer service number for the bank. When it asks you to state what you are calling about I stated "COMPLAINT" and had someone on the phone within 3 seconds. I explained to the person on the phone about how this one branch is filled with morons and how this one particular bank teller was a total douche bag. I complained about how there are 25 people in line but only 3 tellers working because thats how smart the manager is. Its a Friday...a pay day...and only 3 tellers working~ I explained the situation with stupid douche bag. I told the person on thephone how furious I was and how I understand they have policies but when I'm listed as power of attorney on the account, have ID to show that I am who I say I am, and I've been a customer of this bank for the past 10 years and have given the bank ample business (2 house mortgages, numerous acccounts between myself, my husband, and my parents (all accounts or joint or I have POA) and how often I deposit large sums and NEVER had a check bounce how I expect some kind of freaking service and no attitude from Douchebag.

End result? Customer service guy made douchebag take my check, depsoit it to my parents account using my dad's bank card and ME entering the PIN and giving me cash for the deposit. Waived my banking fees on all my accounts for a year :)

So next time I'm going to go back to my normal branch where I walk in and they welcome me with open arms all the time. Where they love to see me and are happy to serve me. But I will call that customer service number for a week when I get back from Cuba to I will call everyday and make a complaint. He'll be the 3rd person from this bank branch to get in trouble due to not knowing how to properly serve customers. Do I feel guilty for this? Nope. I don't. I'm sorry but stupid people shouldn't be working with money.

Anyway, hopefully thats the worst thing that will happen prevacation. I'm counting down the hours!


I hope everyone has a great week!!!!!

An attack on my personality?!?

Seriously?! Like c'mon? Seriously? How can anyone attack my wonderful little, well okay, huge personality?

So maybe you guys need a little background information so you don't think that I'm insane or just rambling nonsense which I am in fact very good at! I'm a very loud and outgoing person. I'm an extrovert to the T. I don't hold a lot in and I'm not the type of person who beats around the bush, I prefer to beat the crap out of the bush. Basically, I get straight to the point without pussyfooting the subject. Maybe its a lack of tact but I have always preferred honesty and I like a plain delivery instead of a sugar coated one.

So below you will find two stories where I've felt that my personality has been attacked and why it bothers me oh so much.

About two years ago I had finished my schooling (for the 3rd time!) and ready to find a job in my field. I was so depressed because I couldn't find anything that seemed interesting to me and didn't require french. Living in Quebec the jobs were vastly limited because of our bilingualism. I went to one interview that was in the fashion industry, not too far from home, and right in the pay I was expecting to get. I walk into the office and I knew right away I could not work there. Sure its in the fashion industry, sure its great money and close to home but....the office reeked of smoke. I don't mean it smelled a little bit like smoke. It was like smoke had embedded itself on every single textile in the place, on the floors, in the wood work. I wanted to gag. I got an offer from the company a few days after my interview and I turned it down.

My spirits were dropping. I had been really selective about where I was applying because of the language laws and wouldn't just apply to anything because it was an English only speaking job. Finally a head hunter contacted me and asked me to come in and they'd help find me a job. This woman was amazing. She instantly fell under my charm and told me what a great personality I had. She loved my flair for life and the ability to talk to anyone about anything...in English that is!

So she called me back a week later and told me she had an interview lined up for me at a company that writes medical journals. I'd be calling people to purchase ad space, help with the layout, and plan their seminars, tradeshows, and any other marketing stuff. Sounded like fun to me! I get dressed and go for the interview and meet with the boss. We talk a bit about life in general and then we get down to the nitty gritty and talk about the job. After about an hour I leave the office and head home. I get home and the head hunter calls me back and tells me that the company I just interviewed with would like to offer me a job! I was sooooooooo excited! I got my very first adult job that NO ONE helped me get. (By no one I meant I didn't have to ask my dad for help, ask my husband for help, or anyone I know personally because we all know in this world its about who you know and hardly about what you know!). We had decided that I would start in 3 weeks because the company was closing for two weeks for summer holidays and I decided I would take that time to drive to Texas to see my parents.

I spend two days driving to Texas, 11 days seeing my friends and family, and another 2 days driving back. I had cut my vacation short in order for me to be in Montreal, well rested and relaxed and ready to start work. I get to the office 15 minutes early on my first day and the boss calls in and talks to one of the girls telling them that he would be late and that I should spend the morning getting better aquainted with the girls I work with and to find out their job functions so that our working together will be smooth. This way I'll know what they are doing and if they can help me, if I can help them and all that jazz. So I spent the better part of my morning watching people do very simple jobs, in my opinion. The boss comes in and decides to treat us for lunch. After lunch we go back to the office and I sit in with the boss to talk more about what is expected of me and what my first task should be. I sit in with the guy who is in charge of the layout and we go over all of the office equipment.

It's now about 2pm and the boss calls me in and tells me to go home and we'll start fresh tomorrow. No point in starting to work at 2pm only to leave in 3 hours right? So I say thanks, tell everyone goodbye, and I head out to the parking lot. As I am driving home I'm thinking how incredibly quiet everyone is in the office. They hardly talk to one another. They all have MSN and use that to communicate and if they have to show one another a file instead of getting up to talk about it or show someone something on another screen they do an MSN file transfer. The office was reallllly quiet. No music, no talking. I felt kind of like it was a morgue instead of an office. Oh well, I can adapt right!?

Well lo and behold. By the time I got home I had a message on my anwering machine from the boss saying that I was basically "unhired" because my personality didn't fit in with the rest of the office. I was too bubbly and happy for their office environment. Yes, those words were used in the message. I was crushed. I was freaking defeated, sad, mad, pissed, hurt, fuming, and highly annoyed. I put the phone down and started to cry because I was confused. How could me being happy effect a job? I would understand if I worked in a hospital and had to tell people that their loved ones have passed away but I worked at a company that published medical journals. I worked with young 30 something year olds who seemed equally alive as I was during lunch. I found out I had no recourse because every single job you start in Quebec automatically comes with 3 months probation to where you can be fired at any given time within those 3 months for any reason whatsoever.

I called my mom and blamed my parents for my lack of being able to find a job. They raised me in Texas where they don't speak a lick of French. Even the French teachers in high school had a horrible southern drawl that made it hard to understand. I was about to get married in a few months and didn't even have a job (the daycare job didn't count because my husband to be owned it) and that was partially my parents fault.

I blamed the fat bastard boss that just unhired me because hes obviously miserable in his life being fat and unable to find someone to love him. He was just a miserable prick that decided to rain on my parade.

I was incredibly pissed off. Not only was I pissed off but I stopped to think about how I was as a person. Was my personality really that big of a turn off? I thought about my life and how many people I was surrounded by and were they really my friends or were they just humouring me? I know I have a strong personality that can rub some people the wrong way but for the most part, everyone found my openness refreshing and found me to be rather humorous as well. I thought I was a great person, a lot of other people did too so why didn't this asshole? It really made me question myself.

Now lets fastforward to a couple of months ago.....

I have a facebook profile that is private or for friends only. I don't just add any random person to my facebook in order to make it look like I have a lot of friends and most of the people on my friends list I actually know personally or make an effort to speak to them on FB every once in a while (comment on photos/statuses). I had two "friends" on there that I had gotten into a huge tiff with a few months earlier. I have a few circles of friends and this one circle had just completely stopped making an effort at all. Not just with me and George but with everyone in that small group. I called everyone out on their fakeness and a whole riot ensued. The end result was that everyone was hurt and didn't mean to make it seem like they didn't care anymore. I decided to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and made plans for everyone to go for sushi. Everyone showed up, everyone talked, everyone had a great time and at the end of the night this was heard bouncing off everyone's mouths, "Wow I had a great time. We should do it again soon!". I said perfect! I would wait to see if we would do it again soon. I made the effort so lets wait and see now..

One month. Two months. Three months... Out of that group of 5 that got called out 3 made the effort. The three people would call to go for dinner/coffee/drinks/movies/just hang out. The other two (married couple) just fell off the face of the earth. So I decided since my profile is for friends only, why will I have these non friends, or rather fake friends on there. I deleted them. No phone calls, no text messages, no emails. Nothing. I went about my life in a merry fashion. Who was I to care if people wanted to be fake? I don't tolerate fakiness so I just moved on. I didn't make a huge deal out of it. I just deleted them.

I came home and told my hubby what I did and if he heard anything from them about it this is why. I explained to him what I just wrote above. He shook his head and said something about people getting offended but said that my life is my life. Well Sunday at church, at a memorial service for George's mother, something happened that I promised I wouldn't write about. What happened pissed me off not because it was something offensive towards me but because I feel that there is a time and a place for everything and a memorial service is not the time to be a child and be upset that you were deleted on Facebook.

After the memorial service George and I are driving home and I tell him what happened and he said he'd speak to a mutual friend about it to find out why something happened. I told him he wouldn't have to look too far the reason it happened was because of being deleted from FB. So the hubs calls the mutual friend any way only to be told that I was write it was due to FB. After my husband finished his conversation he tells me, "You know, your attitude is going to cost you a lot of friends."

I felt like slamming on my brakes in the middle of the highway. Are you fucking kidding me? My attitude (personality) is going to cost me friends because I don't tolerate bullshit? Just because person 1 and 2 are fake doesn't mean I'm going to stoop down to their level of fakiness. My attitude isn't costing me friends. It's helping me declutter my life. I don't have enough time to see all of the people that I want to see, having two fake people less in my life is great. It's a freaking relief.

I turn to face George and I tell him that he married me knowing very damn well the type of person that I was and my personality. I'm loud. I'm opinionated. I don't hold back. How is that costing me friends? Again, I took it as an insult.

I thought for a few minutes before continuing to speak and then I told George something along the lines of "Out of 30 people that know both you and I and the other couple how come everyone can't stand the other couple or doesn't get along with them? Why is everyone always talking shit about the guy and feeling so sorry for the girl? How come we are driving to a baptism that all of our friends are going to be at and they weren't even invited?" How is it that my personality is going to cost me friends when they are the couple that no one likes?

I guess the bottom line is this: I am me, if you don't like me then go away. Stop using my personality as reason for not being able to get along with me and just fess up that sometimes, not everyone has to like everyone and get along with everyone else. My personality isn't the problem, its your lack of one that is the problem.

Stupid is ...Stupid does

So I seem to have fallen into some kind of blog writing rut. Well to be honest, I've fallen into a rut when it comes to all aspects of my writing. Reading has sort of taken over right now. I'm reading the Twilight series and reading a lot of Derryan's writing. The story is coming along so great I'm excited and very happy to be a part of it. A part of it as his agent, a part of it as his creative inspiration, but the biggest part of it because we are cell mates. :) Friends for ever and I'm so proud of him.


Anyway this blog isn't about Derryan and his writing (although for a sneak peak you guys should make friends with 'Angel Morland' on Facebook). I spent a lot of time today reading blogs and I noticed a common thread on most of them: STUPID PEOPLE. No I don't mean the writers were stupid, but they were complaining about stupid people and who am I to ignore such a delectable topic?

I've had a lot of recent run ins with stupid people but the one from a couple of weeks ago really really stood out. I was home sick for 3 days with gasto (seriously the most unfun sickness you could have. You can't do anything but stay close to the bathroom!!) So since I was home Georgie called me and asked me to call Bell Canada about our satellite upstairs. For some reason the satellite in our bedroom would constantly lose the signal and more than half the channels wouldn't show up. It was the most annoying thing ever but we never had time to call because we only watch tv up there for like 20 minutes before bed. I was home so I might as well call them.

Now before I get to the phone call let me give you some backstory to me. When I was 13 years old I was diagnosed with a disease called myasthenia gravis. It's an immune disease where my body produces too many antibodies and therefore gets bored of me not being sick and attacks my ATP cells which totally reduces my energy and my strength. It is managable but when I am sick or stressed my disease completely skyrockets and I feel like I'm dead. It ends up affecting my muscles so I'm pretty weak and have hard time going up and down stairs etc. When my disease acts up it can be bad to the point that you'd think I am physically disabled. In fact, the goverment of Quebec seems to think so and I have a handicap parking tag. Don't worry about me, I've come to terms with it...anyway.... By now you should know HOW I felt when I called Bell.

So I'm downstairs in my living room watching TV when George calls me to talk to Bell. I sit down and dial their number and go through this whole automated thing where I enter my phone number, say why I'm calling and blah blah. The lovely automated operator, Emily, informs me that I must be in front of the tv that I am calling to trouble shoot. I hang up the phone and drag my sick ass up the stairs and have my puppy nipping at my heels. Heaven forbid he be downstairs alone!

Now I'm in front of the tv that isn't working properly and I call Bell and when I get a human on the phone I realize that the trouble is starting, not the trouble shooting process. I get a guy named "Sam" on the phone and I can tell you one thing. Wherever "Sam" comes from Sam is NOT a common name. A more common name in his area is probably something along the lines of Harminder or Abu. His accent is really thick and heavy and I'm just trying to understand him clearly. We start trouble shooting by pushing a bunch of buttons on my remote and checking the settings on the receiver and all kinds of other not fun things. Finally "Sam" decides that it is not something he can fix by having me push buttons and now its time to see if the problem is with the receiver or not. He asks me to unhook this receiver and take it downstairs to see if it will work there. At this point I proceed to tell "Sam" that I am physically disabled and unable to move heavy furniture, disconnect the receiver, struggled down the stairs where I would have to move more heavy furniture, disconnect the currently set up receiver and reconnect this one.

At this point "Sam" tells me that it is protocol and that he can not skip a step in the trouble shooting process. I tell him that I work for a company that also has a lot of calls for customer service and that we too have protocol but there are special circumstances that require us to skip our protocol and just make executive decisions. I told Sam that I think he should send a Bell tech out to my house in order to replace the receiver to fix this problem as it is not the first time I am having the same problem with the same reciver. Sam basically tells me to go fuck myself and that he can't skip any steps. I ask to speak to a manager. I get a floor supervisor named "Dan". Believe me he wasn't a Dan either. After explaining the situation to him and getting the same result my blood is pumping and I'm furious. I want to beat the living shit out of everyone where Dan and Sam work. I ask to speak to someone else and then I must have gone though 5 customer service reps /pseudo tech agents and I start to demand to speak to someone in CANADA. I tell the last person I'm on the phone with, "John" that when I pay my bill I pay it in Canadian dollars at a Canadian bank for a Canadian service and I'd like to speak to someone in my country which is when I get a line like "Yes Jenny, I understand but Bell Canada has many offices all over the world if you hang up and come back into the queue you may get your call answered by someone in Canada or India." I roll my eyes and hang up the telephone. Are these guys serious?

I pick up the telephone again and start the process again. Instead of asking for tech support when Emily asks why I'm calling I say CANCEL. Wouldn't you know that within 10 seconds I had a lady named Sarah on the phone, and guess what, she probably was a real Sarah, from Canada! Sarah asks why I'm canceling since I'm such a valued Bell Canada customer and I explain to her how Sam over in India wanted me to risk my life, at the very least, my face, in order to save Bell some money by having a tech come out to my house. She's completely horrified at the situation and schedules an appointment to have a tech come to my house early the next morning and gives me 30% off of my entire Bell bill for the next 12 months.

What I don't understand is how you can ask someone who is telling you they are HANDICAPPED and UNABLE to go down the stairs to still do it just because the script on their screen tells them to. I was completely shocked.

A few days later I get an apology letter from Bell telling me they are sorry for my experience calling their call center and they gave me a telephone number to call in case I have any further problems with their services which they hope I don't.

So yeah, I kind of found that to be pretty fucking stupid. How does one go about asking a cripple to hobble down the stairs? And for those of you who know me, I can be really descriptive. I was explaining to Sam, Dan, and John how much work it would be for me to get the reciever and carry it down the stairs without me misstepping, falling, rolling down a flight of stairs before landing on my face and hitting my nose so hard that fragments of broken nose bones get into my brain and render me dead within seconds....

Ah, the wonders of outsourcing for cheap labour.