I didn't think it could get worse.

But it just did. (please note that I am at least 6 yards from this girl)

 

The girl:

“when we get back you are going to be so hard – my boyfriend, I was staying in his parents hotel room, we went into the bathroom, well we didn’t have sex, I wouldn’t let him have sex, but let’s say I helped him out”

“we had sex like every day for the 20 or so days he was back, like twice a day sometimes. That is why I was afraid when I took that pregnancy test. I took one like five days ago, but that was just a warm up, this one was the real one”

“I was like, you wouldn’t have to throw me down the stairs, I would jump. I ain’t not ready to have no babies”

 

Finally, she said something I agreed with.

airport fun

So, today in the airport, I got to sit next to 6 “army” recruits on their way to basic training. I put army in quotes b/c I think the Army would be ashamed of these idiots. Also, the one girl should immediately be reprimanded and sent to do 100 pushups. She was obnoxious and discussed the following:

1)       “I hope they have some pretty girls, I mean I am not a lesbian, but I don’t like ugly girls, I mean like butch girls. I dated a girl in high school” – which then launched the obnoxious boys in a discussion about carpet eating.

2)      “okay mister married, you can’t check out hot girls so shut up”

3)      With her mouth open and chewing McDonalds French fries audibly (I simply couldn’t look at her any more) “how come we don’t get to be part of a battalion” – some guy says “because you are part of the transportation company” and she says (so intelligently) “that sounds homo”

4)      “I am going to drive the shit out of that truck”

5)      “Okay, I could throw up now”

6)      “Hey come here” – the guy leans over – she belches in his ear.

 

I am thinking about moving.

 

 

I'm back

I am post-vacation. I feel serene and calm. even though I am at work! good for me.

Mwwsmmtam

vacation countdown

dude. seriously only 2 more days here in the office and 5 in Dayton.
ah, I heart you vacation.

Vacation - the hardships

Vacation (particularly one over a week long, out of the country and with a big group of friends) is hard.
1) hard to plan - I have spent quite a bit of my personal time reviewing every apartment for rent in Barcelona's Gothic District, Born and Ravel areas - comparing for number of bedrooms, bathrooms, beds, and location. - I also been blessed with some sort of sixth sense of apartments that someone else is simultaneously booking and cursed with a delay of a couple minutes so I always seem to lose this race.
2) hard to coordinate - I have been thinking about all the people coming, going, dates, boats, ferries, flights and checkin/checkout times and despite the best efforts in google docs I am still a bit confused. plus, let's be honest, the entire point of other countries' timetables is a general best guess and they never really abide by them... why am I so stressed out about it, what will be will be.
3) hard to prep for - do I have to tell you how many hours I spent picking out new swimsuits on-line. jeez. and then I had to send many of them back. one because the leg holes were too small. is that a thing? I didn't think so before, but now I will check for leg hole dimensions.
4) hard to not already be gone - I have 8 more days in the office and then 5 more days at a customer site before I leave. but honestly, I have done such a good job of setting up backups for the 6 weeks I will be out that I could already be gone. but I am not. I am fighting to keep engaged and keep finishing stuff up. I want a task list of ZERO items when I leave. that is hard and a little ridiculous, but hey, even if I have to declare task list bankrupcy I am ready.

and then there is the fear of the vacation actually being over. I am so worried that it is going to be over too quickly... I don't want it to be over!

how to know you are doing some work you don't want to do...

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