Sonofabitch.....

The past week has been really, really shitty. And the only thing that makes it worse is that every shitty thing that's happened to me has been preventable.

My tag is expired (happy birthday to me, right?). But the couple hundred dollars I planned on spending to renew my tag was desperately needed by a friend of mine, so he could make his car payment before the damn thing was repossessed. So I helped out, knowing full and well what I was setting myself up for. He's going to pay me back (and then some, hopefully) this Friday. But in the meantime I (of COURSE) got a ticket for my expired tag. Now, said friend has also offered to pay this ticket for me, because he knew that my loaning him that money meant I had to deal with another few weeks of expired registration.

.... Christ, I should start budgeting more.

Then, a couple days ago, a headlight burnt out. My folks noticed it Sunday, and mentioned it to me. They used the phrase "ticketable offense", which, in hindsight, seems like some sort of bad luck, cop omen.

I spent Monday running errands but didn't get a chance to get a new bulb. On my way home from doing laundry Monday night, a douchebag cop pulls me over, less than a mile from my house. He and I have a bit of an argument... ("I JUST got a ticket for my expired tag, and I'm less than a mile from my house. You seriously want to write me a ticket over ONE burnt out headlight? SERIOUSLY?!") but the fucker did what cops these days do, and wrote a chickenshit ticket.

What really, REALLY irritates me about that is that there are a ton of people that will drive around with their brights on when a headlight is out, to avoid getting a ticket. And guess what is more dangerous than someone driving with only their running lights and one headlight? Hm, probably a car WITH ITS HIGH BEAMS ON WHEN OTHERS ARE TRYING TO USE THE FUCKING ROAD. C'est la vie... assholes.

Then, this morning, I came out to my car only to find that someone had jimmied the door open last night. Why, you ask, would someone do such a thing? Well, they decided to steal my vacuum. Yup. My Dyson was in the back seat after I let someone borrow it. I left it in the car overnight, and it was just gone. Thing is, I LOVE (or LOVED, I guess) my vacuum. I saved up several years ago to buy that thing. It was a $500 vacuum, but I got it for $350 through a deal at my dad's office (where he is no longer working, so I can't just do that to replace it). And as cliche as it may be for me, a woman, to admit... I LOVE vacuuming! It makes such a huge difference to get rid of all the schmutz on the carpet. And having a Great Dane and a spastic cattle dog mix means there's often plenty of schmutz to go around.

I hope when the theives clean out the canister, they choke to death on the dog hair and dust. Fucking bastards.

All I can say is that I will be so glad when this shit is behind me. It seems my self-inflicted bad luck usually lasts a week or so, and then I spend the next week drinking heavily  pouting  recuperating, and then everything is back to normal. Thank god I have such wonderful people in my life, too. I would be even more of a mess if it wasn't for the seemingly magical abilities my friends have, when it comes to calming me down and fixing everything for me.

And let this be a lesson to you all. Don't take your vacuum for granted.

<3 p="">-L

Ring ring... "Hel.. hellooo?" Ring ring.... "Helll....hellloooo???"

I found it really, really sweet earlier this week when I got several different requests to update this blog, from several different people. That being said, this entry is going to be more of an update to my life (as opposed to… well… anything entertaining). 

My life as of late has been, well, busy. 

For those of you not in the know, I work for a club in Midtown. Despite it not paying what I would like (or what comparable positions in big companies would pay) the perks are nice. My schedule is flexible as hell. I can wear pajamas in if I feel so inclined. I bring my 130 lbs great dane in on occasion, and she barks at everyone, and good fun is had all around. 

I assist the owners of the company with everything, and that seems to allow me some kind of weird authority. I'm not all about being "the boss", or anything. But it's nice to have people come to me when they need help with something, or aren't sure about how to approach one of the owners with a request, or issues, etc. 

The owners have also recently given me a lot of the human resource duties. It seems they want to transition all of said duties to me, and to be honest, I'm stoked about it. I love human resources. And I'm good at it, damn it. 

At least there are three awesome basset hounds at work.
(Callie, reflecting)

My only issue with being given the human resources department is that it has caused a rift between a friend of mine and me. She and I met at work, and became friends outside of work. When the transition started, it was noted by the owners and management that she seemed more and more hostile toward me. My guess is that she felt her authority was being taken from her, and given to me, along with the HR responsibilities (though she vehemently denied that when I asked her about it). The whole thing resulted in her screaming at me in front of one of the owners, and the management, because my "vibe changed" during an important meeting (while my vibe was changing, though, I was just sending a text to someone, letting them know that we sent another employee home). It was uncalled for, and out of the blue, and after almost 2 weeks I still haven't received anything even resembling an apology. 

At least there are three awesome basset hounds at work.
(Mimi - top // Gideon - bottom)

So that's a bit stressful, for a few reasons. Reason 1 being that I thought we were good friends. But you don't treat your friends like that. And shit, everyone makes mistakes. But if you do treat your friends like that you at least make a half-assed attempt at apologizing, right?! Reason 2 being the fact that (in my opinion) the owners are a bit cautious when dealing with this person, and I never know if they've alerted her to changes or not, so I have to be careful when speaking to her (for example: She was excluded from a meeting last week, and told said meeting was cancelled. It wasn't. Luckily, I found out about this before interacting with her, so I said nothing about said meeting and managed to avoid the ridiculousness of it all). Reason 3 being the fact that we still work for the same company, and I really just prefer not to be around her at this point. Christ knows when she'll lose her shit again. And while it was entirely her (made up) issue, it was still hurtful and wildly embarrassing to have a peer scream at me (for no reason) in front of one of the owners of the company and our management. It was fucking ridiculous. 

So that's what I've been dealing with lately. Work bullshit. 

Aside from work bullshit, things have been not too bad. I'm still in my duplex in Candler Park. It's been okay, I suppose. Though my fridge has taken to yelling randomly. It makes these bellowing, bark-y sounds. It reminds me of the barks that the raptors made at one another in Jurassic Park. I'd love to have it fixed, but my landlord is basically the real life version of Herman Munster's character in Pet Semetery, so I've just gotten in the habit of flipping the breaker when it happens and hoping the fridge will shut the fuck up. 

She Reg-na-ROCKS! She rocks, my Regan Reg-na-ROCKS!

Oh, the things I tolerate to have a great backyard and a great dane (and a foster dog, who is fucking adorable). Have I mentioned my foster dog here yet? She's a cattle dog mix. She has a black eyepatch, like a pirate, and she's ridiculous. Her name is Regan, and I pulled her from McDonough animal control the day she was to be euthanatized (with the help of a friend of mine who wasn't forced to be at work that day, when I got the email notification as to Regan's status). Her ears stick straight up except for the very ends, and I adore her. She's infatuated with her stuffed armadillo dog toy, and her squeaky angry bird. She's so clever that she will put the angry bird in your seat, like a whoopee cushion, when she thinks you're going to sit down, just so you'll throw it for her. Then she brings it right back, squeaking all the way. She's a great little dog. 

Anyway, that's my update, for now. Feel free to let me know you're reading. I had no idea how many people really came to this site, and it seems like people have just come out of the woodwork in the past month, sending emails, texts, even FB messages, asking for updates. 

Hopefully my next update will be in less than a week, and FAR more hysterical. 

Love to you!!!

-L