Monday, July 27, 2009

It's Not Over Until The Fat Lady Sings

Billy Joel: Vienna


I have a sad-but-true story for today. now, in the home i did today, there's a crotchety old woman who is notorious for not being very nice to anyone. she's made comments to me before and i've seen her make comments to other staff, so i know its not me at least. she's just old and miserable. and mean. let's not forget mean....
i'm drawing her blood, and she pokes me with a finger in the stomach and says "so is there a baby in there?" this is not her cute way of asking me if i'm pregnant, it's her mean way of telling me i'm fat. i know this because she's done this exact same thing to me before. however today she took it one step further. after i tell her no, i'm not pregnant, she pokes my breast and goes "well you have plenty to feed him up there."

she poked me.

in my boob.

uugghhhh. why? why me? granted, i've been groped and pinched by dirty old men before at this job, but come on. ew. thank god i don't do that home very often; perhaps she'll be dead before i have to go back there next. then again we all know mean people live forever for some reason.

going to visit d'youville tomorrow. i'm excited and scared at the same time. excited because possibly i have the chance to make everything right again and get back in to school for what i want to do, and scared because they could very easily just turn me away. but, there's no shame in trying so why the hell not.

i'm trying to get all household stuff in order before alex moves in. there's really so much to do i don't know where to begin. painting is first i guess (after cleaning of course). then i need new curtains/drapes for every room. we'll have the couch paid off in 2-3 weeks and i have no idea where to put it until nick moves out. to be truthful, i don't want it in the house until he's gone and i have a chance to sanitize the apartment and get the disgusting smell of his dog out. cleaning, reorganizing...i just can't wait to start and get it over with and have alex moved in.


does anyone know why rugs are so damn expensive??

1 comment:

  1. Whoops, it went right through the vein! Darn boobs! I'd do and say that next time, not a good idea to mess with a person drawing your blood.

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