My life has officially become a tad boring. Precisely why I’m shaking things up with a road trip in 2 weeks. I need to see my old friends and baby boy needs to meet all his crazy Uncles. Fireman is coming too, but what he doesn’t know just yet is that he will be on Daddy Duty so Mommy can have some fun. 1 tequilla, 2 tequilla, 3 tequilla, bong.
Anyway the only very few and very far between things of interest as of late is I started an online store at work. I’m quite proud of myself for that, however no one has bought anything yet. I’m working on fixing that. Mama needs a raise. Babies are expensive! Actually, it’s not the baby so much as the day care and all the illnesses that come with it.
My old “friend” Sad Man has resurfaced. I think he just likes to pop up when he’s bored with life. Or maybe to see if I’m single again (not that it would help him in any fashion). Or maybe he wants to see if he can get a wing man for the night. Who knows?
Mr. Hottie, (whom I’ve decided to rename Mouth Breather, cuz he is) from what I can overhear, because subtlety is not their strong point, still talks trash about me to Bitchy Co-Worker. He must be obsessed or something. I don’t give any of these people a single thought when I walk out of my office door. She’s still jealous. Which is why even though I’m a full-time working mother (working on losing the last 10 pounds of baby weight) I dress cute, do my make-up, try to do my hair in the mornings and flaunt my still enlarged “girls” in slightly low-cut tops just to piss her off. It’s kind of a 3 for 1 in that it makes all the ladies I can’t stand in my office feel a twinge of jealousy and the guys like it and will do anything I ask. Since I have blocked Mouth Breather from Facebook the only communication he can get with me is commenting or liking my company’s Facebook page posts. I guess he thinks one day I’ll unblock him and give him a booty call. I don’t think so. For whatever reason, fear of Bitchy Co-Worker or fear of me, when a shipment comes in for me he can’t even hand me the packing and trucking slip. He has her do it. ROTFLMFAO What a pussy!
Speaking of Facebook, there are some guys I no longer have on my personal page so they comment on my company’s page. *sigh* Anyway, my ingenious idea to get rid of some small things we can’t sell at work was to ask trivia questions each morning to win a prize that can be picked up at my shop. Well a guy I’ll call Tries Too Hard answered one correctly. He hasn’t picked up his prize yet, but I’m waiting. If I see him pull in the parking lot I may hide in the bathroom and have my work Mama give it to him. I’m the definition of maturity, I know.
That about sums it up for now. I’ll let you know how my boring adventures turn out over the next few weeks with my road trip and if Tries Too Hard actually comes in to get his prize or wussies out.
