Today I had to go to the doctor because I am yet again sick
with the crud. There is apparently an unspoken rule that once you
birth a child you are no longer allowed to be sick. Lets face it a
22 month old could give a shit if you don’t feel well. They are
still going to jump on your face whilst yelling “MAMA MAMA” at the
top of there tiny but deceiving lungs. So this morning I drag
myself out of bed with the intentions of going to the doc in the
box, get a make me feel better ASAP miracle shot in my ass, and
then hit the grocery store. Thankfully hubby got up to tend to the
little one so I didn’t have to drag her along with me. Am I ever
glad I didn’t bring her because I was there for 4 hours! I got
there at 8:30am. I knew there would be a bit of a wait as the
parking lot was full, but not FOUR HOURS! So I sign in. I wait. And
wait. At 9:30 they call me to the window. Yes, I’m next!
Nope……. They just need my co-pay and insurance info. I pay and
go back to waiting. And waiting….. Then 10:30 the nurse calls me.
You would think, as I did, I am on my way to being seen by the
doctor. Nope. They are just getting ny intake info (height, weight-
their scale LIES!, etc.) so then I’m told to wait some more until a
room is available. I wait.
That is when this old lady enters. She
clearly thinks she is on deaths door and should be seen immediately
but is not going to say it directly. Instead she is going to sit in
the lobby and sniffle/cough/sneeze in the most dramatic of fashions
while holding one of the tissues from the box she brought with her
but hid under her coat (because people care????) Now, keep in mind
that EVERYONE in this lobby is sniffling, sneezing, &
coughing. It’s just that time of year. Most of us
cough/sniffle/sneeze as gently as possible into our office supplied
tissues so as to not infect those already afflicted with even more
germs. But NOOOOOO not Old Lady Drama Queen. With every cough,
sneeze, and or sniffle she makes a complete show of it by doing it
as loud as possible with a GIANT sigh and then moan as to ensure it
is heard by the front office staff (who quite honestly do not give
a rats ass because bless their hearts they were doing the best they
could given there was one doctor and like 50 patients.) Then she
procedes to pester them by checking every 10 minutes to see if it’s
her turn yet. Ummm….. No biotch it’s not. It’s now 11:30 and I
haven’t been seen yet and I was here at 8:30! Each time she would
inquire and get the same response (“we are seeing patients as
quickly as we can. Please be seated and listen for your name to be
called.”) and each time she would do this pitiful face and cough
and then sit back down. These people irritate me, and quite
honestly I am way more easily irritated when I feel like crap. They
irritate me because they don’t think they should have to wait like
everyone else. Either they think they are more sick than others or
too good to wait with the “common” folk. People like that need to
just get over theirselves and realize that they are on the same
level as everyone else and they are just going to have to wait. She
probably thinks that Obama’s health care plan is going to solve
this for her, however, she’s in for a rude awakening (they’ll just
tell her- after she has waited twice as long- that she’s too old
for medicine so she should just go crawl in a hole and shrivel up
and die.) Anyways, back to my original tangent. I was able to snag
a photo of her pre-sneeze/cough. This was taken right before I was FINALLY called
back to a room. When I left at 12:30 she was still out there in
full on drama coughing mode. I don’t know how long she waited but I
hope the staff intentionally skipped her and made her wait like 6
hours P.S. My ass still farking hurts from the shot I got
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Today I had to go to the doctor because I am yet again sick
Today I went to Hellmart to do some grocery shopping. I go inside, mind my own business, get what I need, and then leave only to find that apparently the world’s biggest ASSHOLE was somewhere in close proximity to my car.
Everyone has “Pet Peeves.” You know, little things that people do that just grate on your nerves. Well, here are five pet peeves of mine.
1. I hate it when my hubby leaves the shower thingy on the faucet in the tub. He does this pretty much every day. It’s annoying because I get sprayed in the back of my head with cold water. Most of the time I look before I get in the shower but every once in a while I’m not quite awake or in too much of a hurry to look and BAM cold water right to the noggin.
2. People who block the grocery aisle with their carts. Move your cart to the side so that other people can get through. I find it rude that people are so oblivious to others around them. Especially when you are standing there waiting to get by, they see you, and still make no effort to make room for others or you to get by. I also hate it when people block what I am trying to get to on the aisle. Pick out the one you want and move on. Others would like to shop as well. Thank you.
3. It is beyond gross when people blow their nose at the dinner table or in close proximity of me when I am eating. I do not want a side of boogers with my beef. Thank you, but I will pass. GAG GAG GAG!
4. It grates my nerves when people click or tap their pens incessantly. All I want to do is grab the pen and chunk it across the room. Who wants to listen to “click click click click click” over and over again while trying to either work or listen to something important. If you know you are what I refer to as a “Pen Clicker” then don’t hold the pen in your hand unless you are using it for it’s intended purpose.
5. Last, but not least, I hate when I receive drunk emails from certain people. Okay, really it’s just one certain person and I’m not sure she knows who she is because she’s generally to drunk to even know what day it is. Also, her drunk emails make absolutely NO SENSE! They are either one or two not related words or ramblings of crap that pretty much only she cares about because she is the only one that can decipher what they say.
So yesterday I was on the phone with my older sister K. Mid conversation she answers the door. All of the sudden I hear a very perky female just start spouting words out of her mouth. At first I though my sister would just tell her “no thanks” and shut the door. However, this chica wouldn’t even let her get that much out. I spent about five minutes listening over the phone to this girl’s spiel about selling magazines for her college something or other. All I kept thinking is “when is this girl going to breath?” Then I hear her say something about after she has reviewed the product with my sister she has a few questions to ask about her performance. This is how the rest of the conversation went:
Girl- “And OH MY GOD if I get so many points then I also get a trip to the Bahamas and I’m only like 6,569 points away. ISN’T THAT AWESOME. You could so help me get that trip. Oh and also if you want I can stand in your front yard and do a dance and sing a song if you would like. So K what do you like to do?….(5 second delay) I see you have some sheet rock here. Are you the one doing the sheet rocking?…(2 second delay) My uncle does sheet rock and he taught me a song about it. Do you want to hear it? (singing) rock around the sheet rock were gonna rock around the sheet rock, rock rock rock, all day long.(Done singing) Isn’t that great. I know, right? So, K what do you like to do? (2 second delay) Do you like wine? You know it’s all about drinking the wine. You could get a magazine about wine or cheese or food. Wouldn’t you like that? Oh, and also, (me in the background ‘K has she even taken a breath yet?’ ‘oh and ask her where she gets her Speed from.’) if you have a minor in the house… Do you have a spouse? No, what about a boyfriend? (K squeezes in a ‘No.’) What no boyfriend!? What about kids? Do you have any of those? Or what about nieces or nephews?”
K- “Yes, one niece who is 7 months old.”
Girl- “Oh my God you could so get something for her. What do you like to do K? (me- ‘is she going to let you at least answer her this time?’) because we have all kinds of magazine. You know you want to get American Cowboy. You could get it and just look at the hot guys in it.”
K- “Why don’t you come back later when my mother is here. She will probably get a few magazines as she does it every year around this time for the family as gifts.”
Girl- “NO. I can’t do that. It’s against the rules. We are not allowed to come to a house more than one time. See, if I go to a house and the people inside don’t answer the door because they’re in the bathroom taking a poop then someone else comes by later and they answer the door and buy from them then I just lost a sale because of poop. (me- ‘did she really just say that?’) So like this is the only time I can come to this house. It’s all about the first impression, you know?”
K- “Well, it will be the first time my mother sees you so you will still have your first impression.”
Girl- “Ms. K I CANNOT do that. You know you could just get something like ‘Shape.’ Do you like to work out? Or if you don’t you could just get.,……… (me- ‘K, I need you to take her picture and send it to me. Do it please! I’m going to hang up now.”
Five minutes later I call my sister K and the girl is STILL at the door rambling about whatever crap she can think of. I tell K to get the picture and hang up again. Another five minutes later I call back and THE GIRL IS STILL THERE! I tell K “OH MY GOD. Buy something so she will go away, but get her picture first and send it to me.” So then K proceeds to tell the girl that I want her picture because I want to see what this really perky girl looks like to see if it fits the pic in my head. Then the girl proceeds to ramble on about how her look totally matches her personality. WHATEVER SHUT UP! So this is what she looks like (and yes, I did blur her face but that is for liability reasons)