I’m always the quiet one. I can tune things out when I want to. I can sit beside ten people who are in this intense conversation meanwhile laughing, crying, bitching, or screaming … and I can be completely obvlivious to what they are saying. I don’t feel that it is a problem whatsoever. I’m happy that I can just ignore everything if I feel like it. I don’t even have to try, it comes naturally. Today I was very grateful that I had this skill. My office has way too much drama. Everyone freaks out about everything … and I just go about my business and ignore them. It’s nice. I do get annoyed by the whispering and closed doors … that is not cool. If you scream it in front of me, I don’t care … I will ignore you. But when these little groups get together and whisper … it annoys the hell out of me because it is rude, unprofessional, and I can’t hear! Not that I would want to … but just in case. Ughh, and the people I work with make a shitload of money, they are old, they have big huge nice houses, and they still act like children.
My oh my, I’m in a pleasant mood right now. I feel like eating some cockroaches today. Mmmm. I know where you can get some too. For free. Just go to Spice Island in the land of Oaks and you will get complimentary cockroaches with your meal. Todd and I went there on Saturday and when he lifted up his napkin, a cockroach ran out from underneath. I never actually saw it, but the thought of it sure spoiled my appetite.
My apartment is a huge mess. I don’t care. I’m tired and cranky. I may never clean again. Yesterday I worked from 9-5, then 6-11 at Vento’s. I didn’t get home until 12:15 and I had to watch TV for about an hour just to unravel.
(The rest of this entry disappeared when I moved to Word Press so um THE END!!!)
did you complain about the cockroach?