Seriously weather, we need to have a few words.
This snow is SO not going to work from me.
First of all, I just ordered seriously cute shoes. They are supposed to get here Thursday, and I can’t wear them if it’s snowing out/there is snow on the ground. Just think about that.
Second of all, I am making a super quick trip over the pass this weekend. The kind of trip that only leaves me enough time to make it over, see a play and come back. I don’t even have time to visit anyone.
But I can’t do that if you snow too much.
You do not want to deal with me if you stand between me and The Drowsy Chaperone. You really, really don’t.
There is a such thing as courtesy.
Like when I smile and say good morning, you don’t treat me with scorn and distaste.
Every week, I go to get the court records. One of the girls always looks at me like I am the scum of the earth.
You know what? I don’t like coming to get the records either, so suck it up.
It pissed me off especially this morning.
I had a pretty shitty weekend, actually.
So will it kill you to say hello back to me?
I don’t think so.
…is singing loud for all to hear.
So I sing. A lot. In a loud, pitchy, completely off key voice.
Complete with dance moves.
I was in the middle of a paricularly rowdy version of Sleigh Ride the other day when I was holding the door open for my boss (who is on crutches) and he laughed.
And then said: “Don’t make me laugh. I’m in a really bad mood.”
That made me giggle. But it’s true. Sometimes you just want to be mad. And cheery coworkers shouldn’t cheer you up, damn it!