Working and going to school full time with no caffeine and no cigarettes has caused me to be one cranky person.
It's not a secret that writing is not one of my talents. So when I decided to go back to school, I knew that I was going to need the landlord's help when it came to proofreading my papers.
Every week he helps me with my paper, to make sure I am using the correct grammar, correct tense and of course spelling. Last night was no different. He came home and began to read my paper. Few words in and he wanted me to read the paper out loud to him. OK, no biggy, he will follow along as I read it out loud.
At first everything was great. He was following along and if any changes needed to be made he was making them as I read. But suddenly somewhere between conflict resolution section of my paper and communication strategies, his head was on the desk, eye closed and sleeping.
Me: WTF! How are you helping me by sleeping?
L: I am not sleeping, I was listening.
Me: How are you helping me and proofreading with your head on the desk and your eyes closed?
L: I was listening to you.
Me: No, you are supposed to proofread. Proofreading requires you to have your fucking eyes open and looking at the paper!
L: No, I was listening to you read the paper.
Me: How do you know if I have a spelling error, how do you know I am reading what the papers says correctly?
L: You are reading it as it is aren't you?
Me: I have read this paper 10 times. I could be reading it wrong. Your fresh eyes will catch those things I may miss and you can't catch those things if your head is on the desk and your eyes are closed!
L: I don't know why you are yelling at me.
Me: Because you promised to help. You know this is important to me and you are taking this like it's no big deal.
I am paying $1700 for this class. And I can get all of it reimbursed by my work if I get an A. So better believe it that I am working my fat ass off to get an A. But fucknut over there doesn't think that's important.
The night ended with both of us yelling at each other and slamming doors. As of right now, I'm pretty pissed off and really don't want to deal with the asshole. This is just another thing in a long line of bullshit of his.
I got offered to move in with someone else for $100 less a month. It's even closer to my work, if that is possible. Really thinking about it after the last few days I have had. $100 is a lot of money to save a month. It would be cutting my rent by 25%. Plus I get free golf lessons!
I have never thought of myself as a wallflower. I tend to be pretty outgoing and can talk anyone's ear off. But this Saturday at the Halloween party, I was a wallflower.
I just didn't feel like I belonged. Maybe it was because I was 10 years older then everyone else there or maybe because all the women at the party were young, thin and attractive wearing very skimpy costumes. Or maybe it was the strippers that were doing pole dances or the go-go dancer wannabes in the cage dancing. Whatever the reason, I spent most of my time up against the wall. I tried to stick close to the landlord but then he yelled at me to stop following him.
Lucky for me the FA and his wife were kind enough to let me tag along with them. And while the FA got a bit annoying with his "OH YEAH" and "SNAP IN TO IT" (he was the Macho Man, Randy Savage) his wife (Lady Gaga) stayed by my side to make sure I wasn't alone (she's a saint).
When and how I became this shy, party pooper wallflower I will never know. It just isn't really like me not to be able to strike up a conversation with others to keep myself entertained. After good three hours, the landlord and I left and headed home.
Sunday night I was working the door at the corner bar for a birthday party that was taking place. The birthday boy (Latin Barbie, Hugo) had a Halloween theme party (perfect for all his gay drag queen friends). It was quite fun to watch all the beautiful costumes these drag queens were wearing and watching the landlord trying to figure out if any of them were actually girls. His eyes darted from one queen to another. Finally he gave up, hung his head down and repeatedly told to himself that he wasn't gay. The party was in high gear when I was excuse from my post and allowed to go home. I was tried from a busy weekend.
I think I am beginning to feel my age. That not only do I notice I am just way too old for some situations but I find them to be annoying and actually work to attend. I look at some of the regulars at the bar who are much older then I am and wonder if they ever feel the tap of old age creeping up on them. Herb a regular who is 51 (known as the bar creepy old man) is always trying to talk to younger girls and hit on them. And I wonder if he is aware of his behavior or others like him notice that they just aren't in their 20's and at some point and time, we all must act our age.
I haven't had a lot of interesting post as of late. And to be honest, that's a good thing…right? I mean it doesn't entertain you people with my boring posts but it does mean my life is taking another direction. That maybe just maybe my life isn't a disaster as it was a year ago.
I think with so much going on in my life that there just isn't any time for me to get into situations that make for good reading. I mean, I could write about how I spend a whole night writing a paper for school but how much fun would that be? Or how, I was sicker then a dog for three days and I slept 18 hours of the day but once again…boring!
I'm beginning to think that I am becoming normal. A normal adult with normal adult responsibilities, living a normal life. It's a good thing…right?
HAYWARD, Wis. (AP) -- Shoppers in a Wisconsin grocery store got an unexpected surprise when a 125-pound black bear wandered inside and headed straight for the beer cooler.
The bear stopped Thursday night at Marketplace Foods in Hayward, about 140 miles northeast of Minneapolis, sauntering through the automatic doors and heading straight for the liquor department.
It calmly climbed up 12 feet onto a shelf in the beer cooler where it sat for about an hour while employees helped evacuate customers and summoned wildlife officials.
Officials from the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources tranquilized the animal and took it out of the store. Store workers say the bear seemed content in the cooler and did not consume any alcohol.
I got my final grade in my first class and it's an A! How awesome is that? I had to pull some long nights and one night of crying but I did it. I do have to give the landlord some credit. He has been very helpful. So as much as is pains me…thank you. Ughh, that hurt. I hate that.
I have already started a new class, Business Communications. I just turned in my first paper and I feel pretty good about it. With luck, I hope to get an A in this class too. Then, when my boss signs my tuition reimbursement, I can have some cash (to put into savings of course)!
