Stop the World! I'm Gonna Be Sick!!

19:08

Lynne says that I don't update so often anymore. I know. I just haven't been feeling very up to it lately. Besides, I found that I was mostly writing about HER and was worried that you'd all get bored. Then again, maybe you are bored already. Certainly haven't exactly been overloaded with comments or e-mails lately. Lynne has been making more effort to comment (thank you!) and I hope you'll follow her example. You don't need to be a ember. Just click the anonymous and it's up to you whether you sign a name. Just note that I have to okay it before it shows up - don't try to create numerous comments because you can't see them. (Yeah, somebody has already done that. You know who you are.)

No wonder I never get any updates up ... Nobody talks to me unless I'm trying to write one!!

Here's something cool and interesting ...

Click on the picture that represents what you feel about the topic given, and then it will give you a personality profile ... check it out.

http://dna.imagini.net/friends/

Mine came out as:
MOOD: Dreamer
FUN: Conqueror
HABITS: Junkie Monkey
LOVE: Love Bug

I'm actually a little tempted to sign up for this site. It seems interesting ... and I could use a few more friends. The small group I have now is cozy, I suppose, but I need something more. I don't even know what I'm looking for.

Nah. Books are safer. You know where you are with books. and if you don't like them, you can toss them out of your life without a second thought or without worrying that they will come back asking for money, sex, or food.

And I've never had one that was a horrible window. Darn cat!!

Lynne says ( alot of that happening here!) that if I want more comments, I have to show my site to more people.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

I don't KNOW any more people! I certainly don't want my family reading it, or my in-laws, for that matter. I doubt my brother or his friends would give a fig (although he did add me to his Facebook - but that's another complaint), and I only have a handful of friends to begin with. So, it's up to you then, Reader. Feel free to pass this on to your friends if you feel that it is worth the read. I mean, come on ... YOU read it! And, please, feel free to comment. I really do love comments.

Well, most of them. *grin*

So ... work. It's almost done. Some are sorry that I'm leaving. Some are aghast that I'm not leaving for another job - they think I'm going to get bored. I tried to explain that despite the large workload there, I was already bored. I want to work WITH the horses, not just around them. I think only one is really looking forward to my leaving ... I'm not going to bother giving her a real name ... but this Princess thinks that I am "mean". I don't know whether to laugh or roll my eyes. But she talks about me behind my back with my co-worker who claims that she denies I'm mean ... but who knows? Should I even care? Bugs me though. Sad thing is that I've heard them talk about me. Twice. And I've pointed it out to the co-worker who gave a small 'oh'. And nothing more was said.

This is the same co-worker who stood me up for lunch yesterday. That really hurt. There were three of us and I had offered to buy the third girl lunch because the two of us were going out and I thought it was not nice to leave girl 3 at the barn to eat her cold baloney sandwiches. I know I used to feel left out when the others left to eat out without even saying goodbye or 'can I bring you something?' It was arranged that Co-worker and Girl 3 would ride together because they smoke. I had picked McDonald's - mostly because it was fast and cheap. (Yes, cheap) Anyway, as I was pulling out, Co-worker decided that she didn't want to go to McDonald's. She wanted to go to Extreme Pita. So they went there ... and didn't pop by the McDonald's (apparently right next door) to let me know.

I had waited for about 10 minutes in the parking lot for them to arrive. I was a bit baffled that they weren't right behind me. I wondered if their car had broken down (Girl 3 has tranny troubles.) I finally went inside to eat, watching for them the entire time. Meanwhile, Lynne texted me a disgusting forward to my phone. (Please don't do that, I think it's a waste of money and I don't like that I can't delete the damn things!) So now I was grossed out AND depressed.

I got back to the barn ... they had beat me back. Guess it helps to not stand in the parking lot for a bit. they even parked in my spot. I walked into the barn and saw the take out - clued in - and walked quietly by, going on with whatever work. Nobody apologised or explained. When I had a chance to get Girl 3 alone, I asked what happened. She felt bad that I waited for them. She said she didn't think that I would wait. I quietly pointed out that I had offered to buy her lunch and therefore would have waited for her to order it. She apologised, and I think it was sincere. I brushed it off. There was no point in making a big deal about it. We won't be working together again.Today Co-worker was giving orders and making demands and constantly telling me that I was wrong. Even when it turned out that I was right. At one point she exploded at me because I had paused for bit to have a bit of thought.

"Why are you just standing there?!"
"I'm thinking. It does happen now and then."
"Can't you think and work at the same time?!? Don't you realise it took you 50 minutes to get those last three stalls done?"
(That was a gross exaggeration and it didn't matter how long I took because 1: she left without communicating, 2: I stayed ahead of her - there was no waiting involved and 3: I got back from dumping the load before she could even finish what SHE was doing. I mean, WTF??)

After lunch, she was all relaxed. Until the boss asked me to something different from what was planned and Co-worker tried to tell me that I had done something incorrectly again. I pointed at the boss, whom she had passed to TELL me that, and said that plans had changed. She thumped away.

Damn, I love working with people who are trying to quit smoking. And this is the girl who LOVES working in Human Resources?!?

Goddess, help her. (Or the customers ... either works.)

I have to go to bed. We'll try to write more tomorrow ...

Sweet Dreams!!