Hell no I ain’t a happy camper! *EDIT

Just read this entry in your best Samuel L. Jackson voice and be sure to add in the obligatory "Mother F*cker" after every few words you read …

I guess the saying is true … "Out of sight, out of mind" …. cause ya know, since it isn’t life threatening there really was no need for me to know my mother has been in the hospital since Sunday …

Stupid damn family! They KNOW how I feel about this shit! I don’t care if it is a paper cut on a finger, just give me a heads up for crying out loud people!

They know I am paranoid now because my Grandmother went in for a routine process, supposedly everything was going fine, and then BAM! I’m getting a phone call in England that she was dead. Because they all kept saying, ‘Oh she’s fine. It’s nothing to worry about. There’s no need to fly home."

Yes, that is MY paranoia and they aren’t responsible for it. But whatever happened to common courtesy?

Yes, my relationship with my mother is less than ideal. But the woman did give birth to me. She shaped me into the person I am today, albeit in a warped, fucked up way. But that doesn’t mean I wish her dead.

Mother F*ckers.

Now I’m in an extremely pissy mood and I don’t like it! I want my f*ckin’ rainbows, glitter and unicorns to come back!
 

 I have a hair appointment in 50 mins. *sigh* lets hope I can get enough written to help calm me down before I leave. Otherwise, it is going to be a long 3 hour hair appointment. Especially since I am dragging The Child with me.
 

So my work schedule changed. Imagine that. I love my job but these damn co-workers are going to piss me off here soon enough. Before we lost Melissa to bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy, no one wanted to help the new girl out so she (meaning myself) could get her Child to Ohio to spend time with the grandparents. Now, I’m the one they are running to because the new schedule isn’t working to their advantage.

I inadvertently screwed myself by agreeing to change 2 days with Ruth. She has another job she works & the manager consulted with Ruth when making it so that the hotel would be working around Ruth’s school schedule & her other job. For whatever reason, Ruth didn’t realize it would go into effect immediately & didn’t make arrangements with her other job. So Ruth said she couldn’t just call in sick to her other job & it was too late to get that schedule changed so she asked me if I would change with her. No big deal. I don’t lose any hours or gain any. Hubby was a bit annoyed because we had planned to go to the movies but we can still go when I get off on Sun instead of on Saturday (I was originally scheduled off on Sat).

Here’s where I screwed myself … Ruth is scheduled 11pm-7am Friday night, 3pm-11pm on Saturday evening. Ain’t too thrilled about the back to back on Sat but since I have been doing it the past 3 weekends, it is do-able. Wait … I’m scheduled for 7am-3pm on Sunday …

Mother F*cker!

So I will get off work at 7am on Saturday morning, go back in 8 hours later at 3pm, get off work at 11pm on Saturday night, go back in 8 hours later at 7am.

Mother F*cker!

Them fools (and by fools I mean the long term guests at the hotel) better be feeding me this weekend as well as they did this past weekend. I’m going to need all the energy I can muster.
 

 Still haven’t managed to figure out The Child getting to Ohio. Correction, I have it figured out but Hubby is not a willing participant.

Mother F*cker!

His mentality astounds me at times. You’d think after 20+ years, I would be used to it. Nope. He still manages to flabbergast me when I least expect it.

It is too far to drive by himself to Ohio. It’s ok for me to do it, especially since I did so last summer. But him? Hell no!

Do you need to borrow my balls Hubby? I don’t mind loaning them to you for the time being till you can grow your own.

He’s trying to get his parents to meet him on a Friday at the half-way point (in Illinois) so that I will be able to go since my scheduled days off are Thurs – Sat. He doesn’t want to be driving back, by himself on Sunday. F*ckin’ Man Up Dude!

We still don’t know if they are going to be able to or not. And it is only next weekend. And you all know how I love waiting till the last minute, plans and itinerary be damned!

Mother F*cker!

I told him if it ends up that she doesn’t go to Ohio like planned, that HE will be the one to tell her she can’t go because it is too far for him to drive by himself … even though Mommy did it last summer, by herself, and had planned to do so again this summer, by herself, until she got a job that can’t work with her.

Mother F*cker!

Gotta go to my appointment now. Ignore all the massive typo’s. I don’t have time to go back & fix them.

Till next time …

**EDIT: I forgot to mention that I did ask another co-worker to switch Friday with me. She is off Tues, Wed & Fri. It made perfect sense to me that I work Thursday for her so that she would have 3 days off in a row & it would help me with the back to back to back. Girl said no. That’s that then. I didn’t have to switch with Ruth. I was just trying to be nice & hoping that maybe in the future, she’ll be more willing to work with me. But Mariela? Hope she don’t need me to switch with her anytime soon. I’ll only do it if it means more hours for me & less for her. Call me Bitch, I don’t care.
 

 

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