I can't wait to get these off my chest, so here goes...
1. I always have something stuck in my head. A verse, a tune, a rhyme. Lately it's, "peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old." For no good reason other than I'm like five?
2. You know when you're at work and you get an email that you dread reading? You're skimming through it and just seconds after finishing you get a phone call from the same person who just sent the email. And imagine that! They're calling to talk to you about their email! Ugh, what gives? Like could you just calm down and wait for my reply? KThanksBye.
3. I feel like I'm about as lucky as a hang nail. That doesn't really make much sense but if you knew how unlucky I am it sort of does. However, in mid-January, while painting an iridescent snowflake at Saratoga Paint & Sip with my mom and Shen, my brother's girlfriend, I won a free seat at another one of their classes! I am super excited and I already signed up for the next one. I can't wait to see howterrible creative it turns out.
3. I feel like I'm about as lucky as a hang nail. That doesn't really make much sense but if you knew how unlucky I am it sort of does. However, in mid-January, while painting an iridescent snowflake at Saratoga Paint & Sip with my mom and Shen, my brother's girlfriend, I won a free seat at another one of their classes! I am super excited and I already signed up for the next one. I can't wait to see how
I totally stole all of Shen's ideas in my painting - but copying is the best form of flattery, right?
4. I feel like I have the best and worst address ever. It's really easy to visualize it, but when I rattle it off, every single person who listens doesn't understand. That and because I live across the street from a post office. It never fails that on the day I just want to park in front of my house, the post office is crazy busy. And instead of customers just parking in the freaking parking lot, they park on the street in front of my house. I want to slash each and every one of their tires. Especially those of folks who park directly in front the steps. Really?! You couldn't just back the frig up?
Sometimes I try to wait out the person so that I can yell at them to use the parking lot, but Ryan is always quick to shoo me inside. Probably for my own good.
Sometimes I try to wait out the person so that I can yell at them to use the parking lot, but Ryan is always quick to shoo me inside. Probably for my own good.
5. To top it off, I am a customer service rep's worst nightmare. I am that person. The one who raises their voice. The one who may drop the "eff" bomb. That person who is impatient, demanding, and otherwise a pain in your ass. I feel sorry for anyone who I get on the other line. But I have to say, I get shit done.
Most recently, UPS tried to declare my house a business that's not open on public holidays. I called, bitched, was asked when I would like to pick up my package, and then asked to wait for a call back from a local branch. When I did get that call back, after a brief discussion the very nice woman who called informed me that the driver thought my address was the post office, you know the one that's across the street, but that my package would be delivered that night and apologized for the delay.
It was totally worth being a pain for what came in the package though.
I feel so much better now! Tell me you understand. Tell me I'm not crazy. Please? What's got you murderous wanting to confess this month?