Me: “Good morning, [place of work]“
Guy on other end: “Yes, is this [place of work]
No dude, I only say it to try and confuse the crap out of people
Me: “I’m sorry [co-worker] is on another line with a driver, can I take a message?”
Idiot: “No, [co-worker] did not pick up the other line. Can you try him again?”
It pays to listen to me, seriously. Moron.
Those were sadly the high[low]lights of my day. The rest of the workday was spent between the database that won’t be put into effect until the beginning of the new year, and the usual Thursday bullocks… And playing Farmville on Facebook because, well, I’m addicted to the damn game. That and reading blogs. Like I told Emily, I just have not been in the mood to post, so I haven’t.
I ended the vegan experiment after a bad run in with some eggplant and opting to eat yogurt to try and get some of the good bacteria in my system. This was last Saturday and I’ve been having a hell of a time with a lot of different foods since. Should we be surprised? No.
Amazingly enough though, I still haven’t had meat/fish/poultry other than chicken eggs, which yes, my stomach is making me pay for. Oh well
I have learned to listen to my body a little more. I’m also doing my best to try and keep track of what I eat now since I’ve been having problems. I’ve also learned little things, like chard is awesome and aids in making really awesome green smoothies and that Mustard Seed Market in Solon is the most awesome grocery ever.
On a different note, I wish I had known about Halestorm sooner. They’re a pretty awesome group, yay for hard rock groups with female leads!
Have to go to my parents’ this weekend, which in all honesty, I’m not looking forward to. Especially with the major political insanity going on and Dad going on his ignorant high horse saying idiotic things and throwing out the n-word and death wishes left and right, I can’t stand being around him. I need to get more of my stuff out of there, but I hate subjecting myself and Pete to it, and I honestly refuse to go there alone anymore. I still have some emotional issues and dealing with a minor depressive funk, but getting out of there was one of the best things and I don’t think I could ever go back there to live. On the downside, Ohio in and of itself still doesn’t feel like home to me. I don’t think it ever will :/
My grandfathers (both dead and both, I think, younger than your dad) were conservatives and bigots as well. My mom’s dad softened as he aged (and as his youngest daughter adopted a daughter from South Korea), but they were still nasty but very interesting men. I know it sucks to be around him in such ire, and I know I argue with my dad, who is much more tolerant and much younger and more flexible with disagreements, when we disagree and when I feel I can handle it. Just think – with each passing generation, we are trying to reduce racism. You’re a great example