The fatter I get, the less room there is for patience. I’m running particularly low because of the heat and humidity. The Deep South is a wonderful place, but it’s hotter’n a witch’s boob in a brass bra around these parts in the summer.
Miss Stinky Cologne aka Miss Smoke A Lot aka Miss Shop Online at Work is now pregnant. She has quit smoking, so the stinky cologne problem is gone. Of course, she now shops even more because she not only shops for herself, now she must shop for baby. She is very happy about her pregnancy, so naturally, she talks about it a lot. That doesn’t bother me so much; however, every morning, I have to hear about her morning sickness.
I think she is exaggerating, she has to be! I’ve been pregnant, and was pretty sick. Never once did I have projectile…you know, this is too gross to even write. Let’s just say I don’t believe her stories, and I sure wish they’d stop. It’s like she must top the one she told the day before.
I pitched a hissy fit this morning before stomping out and coming to work. I consoled myself with unhealthy food, and called my sister to whine. She very nicely didn’t take my side. It’s still about vacation. You’d think I’d just suck it up and behave like a normal person, but no. I have to get my drawers in a wad because I don’t want to go in the heat, try to appease two families, and waste a perfectly good week of vacation. So it doesn’t take much to set me off.
My favorite co-worker is gone. Left. Outta here. Not coming back. I miss her. She was my Office BFF and it’s just lonely here without her. All throughout the day, we could email back and forth about stuff going on…and we could talk about anything and everything, especially our kids, and we understood each other. We laughed at each other like no one else could, and she was my lunch buddy. It’s been hard getting used to her not being here. She was Mormon, and I’m Charismatic. She told me I’d make a good Mormon. I told her she’d be a good Charismatic. lol L I really miss her.
I’ve thought about deleting this blog, because it really is just a gossip rag. But I have to say, I enjoy the freedom here.
I am going back to counseling tonight. Two Sundays ago, I went to church at the later service, which I rarely do, especially by myself. When I go, I normally sit in the balcony because I don’t really like a lot of people around me. I don’t even like sharing a pew. I’m a good little Christian, you know. (I do have to share my pew, and I don’t sneer at folks who dare to make themselves at home on my pew, either.) Anyway, I was headed toward the door that leads to the balcony, but at the last moment, I veered off course and went and sat in the sanctuary, close to the front, which is something I never do. It crossed my mind that it would be cooler a little closer to the front, and that side didn’t look too crowded.
Well…my former counselor came up to me, acted happy to see me…she’s always happy to see everybody, I think. Very joyful lady. Anyway she told me about this new counselor she’d really like me to talk to, and I agreed to do it. I figure with all those out-of-the-ordinary things: the service, the seat, the fact that I was even there…God must have intended for me to see this counselor.
I quit seeing Miss Joyful as a counselor after about six months, when we decided that we really weren’t going anywhere. I didn’t pursue anything else. Instead, I just curled back up in my pit and have taken semi-permanent residence there. It may be time to venture out a bit.
Very long entry here.
Gotta get a little work done.
Have a good day.