Construction Workers and other annoyances!

Ok, so, no offense to the few of you who are or may know construction workers...but lately there have been a few that receive the "Here's Your Sign" award.

So there is mass road construction on 167th and the corner of Oak Park Ave. One day last week I'm driving from the Shoppe to the Animal Hospital. There's a gentleman holding one of those "Stop/Slow" signs. We have the stop side. One car is in oncoming traffic. After that, clear. The car passes. I expect to get the "Slow" sign.


Nothing.

No cars coming, no cars coming, still stop. FINALLY, cars start coming. They pass, again, clear. STILL THE STOP SIGN!

It goes thru ANOTHER rotation of cars before we get the slow sign. In the meantime, I making hand gestures at this guy. WTF? Seriously?

I was late to work thanks to that jerk ass.

So today, they have 167th down to one lane and a turn lane. The corner is being repaved. We lose the light due to a cement truck moving in to position. No big deal. So the light comes again, and right before I turn, it goes to red. I'm stopped. The guy is first of all, standing in the middle of my lane. There's a car in the turn lane, and this jack ass is trying to flag me around the corner. I'm telling him I have a red light (and there is traffic going on Oak Park, so I would just have gotten hit). He's still trying to flag me around. I continue to tell him there's a red light and I can't go. He looks at me, looks at the light and the realization hits. "Then don't go." he tells me.

WHAT A GENIUS IDEA! I tell him, "I KNOW. That's why I'm STOPPED!"

Grrrr.....

Oh yeah. Side note. I was at Taco Bell yesterday trying to order. There was a line, but I had enough time so I waited. I pull up, place my order and pull around.

I go to hand the guy my credit card. "Our machine is down." I tell him I have no cash. "Sorry."

Sorry? How bout you put a sign up? Or you TELL customers your credit card machine is down BEFORE they place their order and get all excited about the prospect of eating a delicious quesadilla? JERK!

That's my rant for today. I'm sure someone else will piss me off in the meantime and I'll talk about them as well. But until then....ENJOY!

So I guess I could update y'all, or something.

First, I think I use the word "So" quite a bit. Just thought of that when I was typing the title. Meh.

Anyhow. What's new with me? Not a whole lot, really. Still at my job. But of course, you knew that. I don't know what it is about leaving that I just can't conquer. I mean, I guess it's the "FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN." Could be that. I mean, could I guarantee that I make the same, if not more, at another job? Would I have to wait to get benefits again? And how long of a wait? I can't really afford NOT to have benefits with my allergies and other monthly prescriptions. Not that I'm in the worst of health, but I get sick at least TWICE a year.

Then there's the comfort factor. I know my job, the people I work with, my daily routine. Sigh.

Don't think I'm moving out. Something came up that made me realize Boo may not be as reliable as once thought to be. I'm kinda bummed. I really was looking forward to kinda having my own joint again. I'm really trying to look at my finances and think about things, see if I could move out on my own. But I doubt I could. Harumph.

It's probably best for me to stay home. The money I would spend on gas will probably still turn out to be LESS than I'd pay for rent and all that other fun crap that goes along with living on your own. But I'm keeping an open mind in case an opportunity presents itself.

Besides, really, I'm worried about the Dragon. I mean, running GREAT right now. And yes, it's a Honda. But it has over 206,000 miles on it. Is another 2 years really possible? Sigh. Money, money, money. It's a rich man's world.

(Love ABBA)

What else? Well, I guess you could say I'm "talking" to someone now. We've been talking about 3 weeks now. Text each other during the day, and usually talk for about an hour or longer each night. He's a friend of a friend and just really makes me laugh. We can crack jokes, as I say, He sets it up and I knock it down. Teamwork, teamwork.

I THINK he likes me, but I'm not sure. I mean, I heard he was asking around about me, and the other night he put in for my part of dinner. He's always asking if I'm coming down for the weekend, telling me to call him, keep him updated on things when I'm down there. When I made mention of joining a group of friends to Vegas, he said he was really gonna try to go now.
I told him I may have Friday off, and he said he might take that day off. I told him last week that I had Thursday off and was thinking of heading to Joliet Junior College to settle up some school things. He was disappointed because if he knew I had the day off earlier he would have taken the day off too.

Now, these are good signs, right? But he hasn't asked me on a date yet. Sure, we've hung out in a group situation, and talked on in the living room at John's when everyone else was outside. But we haven't had just strictly one on one time.

He did say the other night when we were talking that he likes a girl to let him know she wants him. Did I miss a sign? Was that him trying to let me know to let him know? Isn't it obvious? But then, maybe it isn't. Cuz I'm sitting here asking the same thing, right?

My thing is, I want to be pursued. I want someone to chase me. Ask me out, I'm the girl, DAMMIT! Haha.

But would I necessarily have to ask him out? Fresh gave me the idea of just asking in conversation, "So when are we gonna go out?"

But I really like him, I have that butterfly feeling. I get all giggly and schoolgirl when thinking about him (which is a feeling I haven't had in a long time). I get nervous around him, can't even make eye contact. What if he just wants to be friends? What if...there's so many what ifs. What if he likes me, but doesn't know what to do because of religious differences? He's the first born son to Muslim parents. He's dated a non-Muslim girl before. The parents didn't condone it outright, but never really made her feel too comfortable. I know how families can be about situations.

Then I smack myself because I wonder, am I over analyzing again? Sigh.

I'm just impatient. I'm Instant Gratification Girl! I want results NOW, damn you, NOW!

I'll just keep taking things slow. I'm trying to get subtle hints in there, and for me, subtle is not something I'm really good at. Haha.

Other than that, just working. Got a few trips coming up that I'm looking forward to. It will be nice to just get away. Even for only a weekend. It's amazing how long a weekend can be sometimes!

So please, comment. Tell me I'm a dork. Tell me to relax. Tell me, just TELL ME!

I'm going to bed now. I slept decently for once in the past week and a half. Hoping for a repeat performance this evening. Now if I could just crawl in bed without turning that damn TV on...

Wish me luck!

Remember how I said I'm not the Asshole? Scratch that!

Work sucked big hairy sweaty balls last night. Not only did I go in at noon to relieve a fellow coworker (whom I owed, not pissed about that at all)....but then didn't LEAVE work until 9:30pm. At least my next paycheck will be hella fat.

But it's not that. Oh no. Boss and I had another row. He was off on Sunday for his granddaughter's baptism. Sunday was nice and quiet and slow until about 11:30. Doc had scheduled a c-section for noon on Sunday. Well, the woman calls at ten and says she thinks the dog is in labor and is on her way in. So that gets there early, and Dr. T goes into that. Dr. J and Dr. M are left to deal with clients. It was kinda crazy, but things were going. Nothing was a simple client. They needed bloodwork, x-rays, ultrasounds. It was crazy, but all of us that worked thought it went alright.

Flash forward to Monday. Evil B, the ancient woman who preceded Doc in the clinic tells him that clients were waiting over an hour to be seen (bullshit) and all this other crap. I was the lucky staff member he confronted, and also the only one there who worked Sunday at the time.

I told him what I remembered. I couldn't recall exact times, and I TOLD him that. He asked why Dr. T went into the c section early when it was scheduled for noon. I told him the owner thought the animal was going into labor and she was a nervous wreck about it.

He didn't like my answer, and asked 2 receptionists about Sunday. Then he comes at me. "Well THEY said she got here at eleven. I just want the truth."

Why the fuck would I lie to you about when this dog came in? I TOLD you I didn't know exact times! He just rides me real hard about it and makes me feel stupid. I get upset and go into my typical thoughts of "Fuck this job. I don't need this shit." Ruins the rest of my night basically.

Later, Dr. T comes in. She tells him THE EXACT SAME THINGS, WORD FOR WORD, that I told him. He's TOTALLY fine with her! Just says he was angry earlier and blah blah blah but that he understands. DOes he APOLOGIZE to me? Oh no. Of course not.

So one of my friends gave me a great idea. I'm gonna buy him a card along the lines of "Thanks for being a great boss!" Gonna write a letter thanking him for what a great job he does. For leading by example, and his great professionalism. He always has a kind word for us, and gives constructive criticism. My only debate is whether or not to let him know who it's from, or remain anonymous. We'll see.

Anyhow. I'm at work. I'll expand later tonight if possible. Harumph!

So....might actually be moving out!

One of my coworkers has a house available. It's in Park Forest, in the area right behind Bixby's and 7Eleven....so it's not that bad. (Yet) Haha.

But yeah...I was talking to Aaron. His bro is getting married soon, and their lease will be up at the end of the summer. I've lived with him before. He's tolerable. And there'd be no weird sexual tension or anything.

The house is a cute 2 bedroom, 2 car garage, fenced in back yard. HUGE living room. It's really cute.

I talked to my coworker on Wednesday about it, was off today, so maybe I'll hear something on it tomorrow.

It would be great. Closer to work, not THAT far from the highway, it just might seem like a better deal.

I think it's time for me to grow up. Spread my wings. Haha.

So please, please, PLEASE keep your fingers crossed for me. This would be SUCH an advancement for me.

Side note...watching SHOWGIRLS on VH1. It cracks me up. The movie itself is fabulous (if you love bad acting). I mean, Elizabeth Berkley wasn't nominated for her performence? Really?
But to catch it on VH1, where it's been edited for TV...EVEN better!
(Sad fact, I actually own this movie on DVD...I know, I know)

Anyhow. I gotta hit the shower and then try to catch some sleep before work in the morning. But as of 3pm tomorrow, I'm OFF WORK until 3pm on Monday! Sweet!

Night night.

I'm not the asshole anymore!

Not sure if many of you know my rantings about work, but some of you may recall that it is not always a pleasurable place to work. My boss and I don't always necessarily see eye to eye.

But that, my friends, may be a thing of the past.

I believe my days of being the asshole are at an end...keep your fingers crossed.

Instead of yelling at me all day, or directing me in things to do, he had a new bitch for that. I realized as I was cleaning. He walks into where I was, tells me what needed to be done in that area, then barked for another coworker to clean it up.

I swear, I heard angels singing. I really, really did.

Anyhow. It was a great moment. Maybe my boss is realizing that I'm stepping up and taking more responsibility and that yes, I have grown up since 1998. We'll see, we'll see.

But it was just, a really great day at work. I'm happy.

So thanks for sharing in my joy.