November 19, 2009

Not Loving the Smell of Burned Green Peas in the Morning

My house smells like burned green peas. Long story.

I had to prove to my eldest, once again, that I am the expert on finding crap on the internet that he swears cannot be found. I am the Queen. He needs to bow to me. He may have made an A on his English project because of my 'mad search skillz'.

I was informed today by the guys at work that they prefer working for me because I explain things well, I'm prettier and I smell nicer than their other bosses.

My father asked me if they realized if they screwed up that I'm the type that would rip off their heads and sh** down their necks. I informed him that they in fact did since one of them was in the room when I lunged at and nearly struck that sack of crap that I thought was cheating our customer. (Commonly referenced on this blog as not my finer moment.)

I think that means I must smell REALLY REALLY good for them to still prefer me given my occassionally 'intense' personality!

This is day three of a headache encroaching on a migraine. I wonder if I stuck an ice pick just above my left eye if it will finally go away...

Starbucks hot chocolate made with skim milk rocks and is saving my ass.... or making it bigger. It's worth it.

Did I say my house smells like burnt peas?

It does.

It's nasty.

I'm off.

Posted by Boudicca at November 19, 2009 11:42 PM

But the guys you work with know how to avoid pissing you off enough that you would "rip their heads off and shit down their necks", which makes you better and easier to work for.

Once you know the triggers it's easy to avoid them.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at November 20, 2009 10:40 AM

QW- I think you're right. Nobody should push someone to that point and there is a respect that occurs. They all know me well enough to know what sets me off... and in this job, I try to keep that at a minimum. It's surely never been directed with the guys I work with in the office. Too many times though, they have heard me hang up the phone in frustration only to hear, "A$$hole!" So they know it's there!

Posted by: bou at November 20, 2009 11:40 PM

i'm right there with you with the multi-day verging migraine. hope you feel better soon!

Posted by: arcanai at November 21, 2009 12:24 AM

Heh! There were a few instructors that I supported who experienced me tearing off their heads and shitting down their necks. I didn't suffer fools gladly, especially when they expected me to do their jobs for them.

Posted by: Denny at November 23, 2009 04:07 PM