Mr. Samuel the baby man

Mr. Samuel comes into my office. He wants to talk about babies (no, I do not have a career that would normally involve talk about babies). He wants to know how many I have. I tell him I have none. He INSISTS that I give him and my husband's name so he and his church group can pray for us at their Monday service. He then proceeds to tell me that his eye doctor and his wife have been barren for seven years, and once they provided their name to the prayer group, she got pregnant within a month. I try to explain to Mr. Samuel that I do not want to have any babies. He does not understand. He tells me the Lord has spoken to him that he should tell me about having babies, because babies are the Lord's plan for everyone. I think this is funny. But the man will not take no for an answer. He takes my card and makes me write down my husband's name.

If I wind up pregnant, I am going to be really mad at Mr. Samuel.

Unfair madness

My husband was sea sick on our cruise. About the only thing he could actually do without looking pukey was lay down in the room in the bed. And that was about the only thing I couldn't do, or I would get pukey. So, the first three days at sea, it was like being on vacation by myself. No one to talk to. No one to drink fruity liquor drinks with. No one to dance with.

But here's the thing...I was mad. Not kind of mad, but really mad at him. I know it wasn't his fault, but that didn't seem to help me contain my anger. Every time I had to do something alone and then come back to find him in a coma due to motion sickness medicine, I wanted to punch him in the face and call him mean names. I did not actually punch him in the face, but I did call him a few mean names.

Sometimes, these kinds of things happen--where I'm mad at someone over something that is really not their fault. I can't seem to control it. And then I get mad at myself.

The best thing is that my husband just looks at me like I'm bitchy and insane. It's a good way to make me feel guilty, but still mad.

elevators

My apologies for the lack of posting. I was on a cruise, and believe me, there were plenty of things that made me mad. But here is probably the most annoying thing.

There were 14 floors on my cruise ship. We were on the 3rd floor. When we needed to go to the 4th, 5th, even 6th floor, we would walk up the stairs. It was probably about 20 stairs total between each floor, and the stairs were right next to the elevator, so it's not like If we had to go up to the pools, which were on 11, we would take the elevator. Only we seemed to get on the elevator with people who were only going up two floors, so the stupid thing was stopping on every single floor.

Now, if you are handicapped or overweight or have back or knee problems, I get why you might take an elevator up one floor. But otherwise, why, why, WHY would you inconvenience a bunch of other people, much less waste the time it takes to wait on the elevator to go up one floor? I wish I would have asked someone, much to the embarrassment of my husband, because I just don't get it.

Stupid cruise people made me mad.

Grey's Anatomy

I am sick of Meredith. I am sick of her whining. What is her freaking problem? I feel like I'm watching the same damned episode over and over and over. Don't get me wrong. There are some high points. There are some occasional surprises. Every once in awhile it's a story line focused around someone else. But for the most part it's the same damned shit with Meredith complaining about her commitment issues with Derek.

Can't the writers come up with something else? It makes me mad.

Daylight Donuts

I don't know if they have a Daylight Donuts where you live. But they do here in good old Oklahoma, and I will tell you, they have the best donuts ever. So, it's most unfortunate that there is one right by work, and the donut lady comes at 12 every day and brings a box of "not sold" donuts. I have apparently graduated to the donut a day diet plan. Damned lady and her damned box of donuts.

I'm the boss

My staff ratted out the new girl. Apparently, someone I recently hired decided she wanted to share with everyone that I was selfish. When asked why she thought this, she told the other girls that I like to do things my way. Well, hello, dumbass. Isn't that what being a manager is? Doesn't that mean everyone has to do everything your way? Because, you know what? When something goes wrong, guess who gets blamed, regardless of who actually made the error? Yep, it's the manager. Everything hangs over my head. So you better well fucking believe if I'm going to get blamed for it, we're going to do it my way.

Stupid nineteen year old.

Vacation

The week before vacation always makes me mad. Every single day goes by so freaking slowly. And then, all you sit at your desk and do is think of all of the things you need to do before you leave. It sucks.