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Quick note to say...
Packing sucks! And, not that I am not eternally grateful to my family for helping, but next time I am getting professional movers since they will not be as grouchy. Meow!
Kidding, kidding. But everyone was rather snappish by the end of the day. Round two, coming up in about half an hour. Let's get ready to RUUUUUMBLE! *snerk*
The Queen of the Harpies was in and out of the apartment all day yesterday. I dreamt of pushing her down the stairs. Hey, I'm only human! My mom said that she no longer hates QotH because all that was in the past and we should try to like her in case she *tries* to force my brother into marriage again. He just lucked out the first time since another guy was nice enough to get her pregnant.
I told my mom that the QotH didn't have to live with the Kid after their break-up. I will never forget how hurt and angry he was...made even worse because the child cannot express his emotions. I won't ever forgive her for that. I may learn to be civil, if she learns to stop talking in that whiny, high-pitched baby-voice all the time. But I am petty, vindictive, and crotchety. Trying to rise above myself is going to be a challenge. *sigh*
And just for the record? Ma cut out all my ex-boyfriends' heads from pictures in the living room (with one exception) so SHE is one to talk! *grin*
End of rant about 'How I Hate People that have Hurt My Family.'
I fielded no less than 5 calls from work yesterday. Ever since we went to war, I technically have to be on call 24/7 in case something happens and we have to close the company and I have to call all my employees, etc. But what did the calls consist of? Two employees, one calling in sick and one calling to find out their schedule (???). The other three were from the two associates who couldn't remember how to do stuff in the system. I cannot *wait* to go on vacation and have a legitimate reason not to answer the phone. Whee!
Big, big hugs to Di - I hear ya, chica.
Kidding, kidding. But everyone was rather snappish by the end of the day. Round two, coming up in about half an hour. Let's get ready to RUUUUUMBLE! *snerk*
The Queen of the Harpies was in and out of the apartment all day yesterday. I dreamt of pushing her down the stairs. Hey, I'm only human! My mom said that she no longer hates QotH because all that was in the past and we should try to like her in case she *tries* to force my brother into marriage again. He just lucked out the first time since another guy was nice enough to get her pregnant.
I told my mom that the QotH didn't have to live with the Kid after their break-up. I will never forget how hurt and angry he was...made even worse because the child cannot express his emotions. I won't ever forgive her for that. I may learn to be civil, if she learns to stop talking in that whiny, high-pitched baby-voice all the time. But I am petty, vindictive, and crotchety. Trying to rise above myself is going to be a challenge. *sigh*
And just for the record? Ma cut out all my ex-boyfriends' heads from pictures in the living room (with one exception) so SHE is one to talk! *grin*
End of rant about 'How I Hate People that have Hurt My Family.'
I fielded no less than 5 calls from work yesterday. Ever since we went to war, I technically have to be on call 24/7 in case something happens and we have to close the company and I have to call all my employees, etc. But what did the calls consist of? Two employees, one calling in sick and one calling to find out their schedule (???). The other three were from the two associates who couldn't remember how to do stuff in the system. I cannot *wait* to go on vacation and have a legitimate reason not to answer the phone. Whee!
Big, big hugs to Di - I hear ya, chica.