R.P.B.’s Unite!!

Friday sucked…Fridays always suck, but this was a doozy

Short version:

I was looking for something important and couldn’t find it. I looked in all the places it should have been. When I’d exhausted all the normal places I asked L, the person who does the filing, where it could be, she said “here.”

I said “Its not “here”, I’ve looked “here” twice, could it be somewhere else?”

She said, “No, I would only put it here”

I said, “but its NOT here, can you think of any other place you could have put it?”

“No”, she says, “I would only put it here”

“But it’s NOT HERE!!!” says the frustrated me

“Oh…so this is MY fault?!” says the close-to-being-murdered L

I lost my patience and my temper, I yelled and stormed out of the room to keep looking.

A minute or two later, L storms past me, grabs her purse and starts clocking out. When I asked where she was going, she says: “I just can’t take being treated like this anymore! I promised (our boss) I wouldn’t quit, but I just can’t take this anymore!” Out the door she goes – FOREVER.

Apparently, unbeknownst to me and the rest of the world – except the people I work with and probably my ex – I am a Raging Psycho Bitch who has made this girl’s life hell since day one. Hmm, odd, no one mentioned they had a problem with me until now – but okay…now what??

I stood there frozen for about 45 seconds trying to form some coherent thought and in walks L. Forever is equal to 46 seconds, did you know that? She has forgotten her personal items and seems to think I will burn them in effigy if she doesn’t retrieve them immediately. (I am a Raging Psycho Bitch, remember?) As she’s grabbing her photos and stuff we started talking, I apologized for yelling and then we sat down and talked.

All I gleaned from the conversation is that I am mean, bossy (I admit that one, but with the caveat that I tell EVERYONE I’m bossy and that they are free to tell me to shut up if it gets to be too much), and overbearing to both her and our boss and that I make her feel stupid.

I suppose I could work on that, but I think I prefer to be a Raging Psycho Bitch, now that I know I am one.

Anyway…she didn’t quit, she acted as if nothing happened for the rest of the day and Monday we get to have an “office meeting” where I plan to test out my new and improved R.P.B. status.

Won’t this be fun?

What really pisses me off about this whole dramatic scene is that I have worked SO hard on not treating her like the idiots we had before her. I try very hard to give her her own lee-way and stay out of her way unless she tells me she needs me. I don’t interfere when she makes little mistakes because there are some things that are just easier to learn on your own. I’ve covered for her when she made big mistakes, I’ve calmed the “my way is better” feelings a TON and I’ve been stepping back in a lot of little ways and giving her more control. I thought I was doing pretty well, not perfect by any means, but lots better than before. So much for what I think though, Raging Psycho Bitches are notoriously delusional you know.

And for all that work and worry, I still get labeled a bitch. Should have just left things as-is and had a ton less stress.

And yes – that is the shortest my versions get, deal with it

~ The R.P.B.


You want WHAT with that??

Sometimes my mouth runs ahead of my brain, sometimes my brain runs ahead of my mouth – they’re never in tandem, but last night was classic me.

Carrie and I were out at the Spaghetti Establishment (oh nummy) and we were a being little goofy, as usual, and I wasn’t paying attention when I ordered. Anyway, I ordered my spaghetti with italian sausage and a soup…with french dressing.

What made this classic wasn’t my oops, I mean that’s an every day event, it was the waiter’s reaction. He raised an eyebrow, half smiled and said “you want french dressing with your soup?’ He didn’t get an attitude, didn’t laugh at me (yet) and just waited for my damned brain to catch the problem. My response, while trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably, was “why yes, yes I do want french dressing with my soup…on the side though please”

That was the start of a very interesting dinner, of course, pretty much all dinners with Carrie and I are interesting in some way.

Other stuff going on –

I know its been more than a week since I updated, but I just can’t remember further back than that – you see how badly my brain keeps up on a minute-to-minute basis, give me a break.

Its been an interesting week all around. One of my favorite clients went out of town for a week and asked if I’d watch his dog. The funny thing is, he didn’t really want me to watch his dog, it was more check in on the dog for a few minutes every day and then swim in the pool and use the hot tub for a week. Oh Hell Yeah.

We have had so much fun. I spent Saturday at the house alone swimming and burning myself to a crisp – I was aiming for a tan & missed completely. Sunday I spent a couple hours there with Carrie and bounced between the pool and the hot tub. Then today it was all three of us; Carrie, Ally and I playing and having fun. For the next few days it’ll be just Ally and I. It should be fun, and if I get tired of swimming (ha) I can sit in his awesome yard and read and not have to worry about my snoopy neighbors/landlords watching every damned move I make.
Only two problems; first we’ve tromped mud all over his house, so I suppose that means I have to mop his floor. He’d better appreciate it, I don’t even do that at my house! Second problem, Ally has a serious case of the “watch me’s!” We all remember being kids and saying “mom watch me!” when we had a new trick, but Ally does it CONSTANTLY for every damned thing! There is no break, I swear if I have to watch her do another half-assed handstand I may just beat myself to death with the pool skimmer.

The boss is out of town for the week and so far so good. As long as L and I don’t kill each other, we should…uh….survive. Obviously.

OH! For anyone that cares…less than 2 weeks til my 30th B-day…money, automobiles, houses are all appropriate gifts. I am registered at Target and Re-Max. Just kidding!! But I am open to an outing since my birthday is on a kid-less Saturday. hint…comedy….hint…alcohol…hint hint

Someday I’m going to learn self-discipline and be able to update every day and remember all the funny little things that have been said, seen and done throughout the day, but until that day – upon which certain southern occupants will be buying snow shoes – we’ll all just have to live with my half-awake ramblings.

I’m done for now…carry on. :)