New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Friday, November 21, 2003

"God bless you. What do you mean God bless me??? God bless you!!!" - J.Falco

High points of my day...no VPs in the office...and helping teach someone how to knit in my office. She was a fast learner and I realized how patient I've become with age...so going home should have been a piece of cake, rt? I should have known that there would be trouble when there as a very loud fat old Russian man moaning behind me about whether the bus would arrive on time. Now the way I look at it is there is no point in moaning about something you can't control. And you should never moan around other people who can't control it either. So we all pile on the bus which was full for once and traffic was a bear. The driver starts pulling all these wacky maneuvers. I hear tires squealing. I don't know if he was almost in an accident or he almost caused one. He's driving up the side and crossing over medians. Now one might argue that given he was cutting into traffic it would be to our advantage, correct? But I think the chance of getting into an accident and having to sit on the highway stranded is not worth getting home five minutes earlier. And just when you thought it couldn't get worse he makes a side trip...TO THE AIRPORT! I kid you not. Apparently ONE woman got on the bus and thought she was going to the airport. So he took her there! Basically highjacking a busload of people trying to get home to their families for the sake of one freakin idiot. Now again, there's no point moaning over something you can't control, but we paid for our tickets with the promise of going from point a to point b, not going to the airport. And it would have been a completely different story if he had politely explained the situation. Which is what happened the other night when our driver went completely off track to avoid traffic. He told us all what was happening and everyone was quite content. Not tonight's driver. He just kept plowing on without a word. The guy next to me kept saying, "What's going on? What's he doing? etc. etc...and I looked at him and said, "He's driving like an idiot." What was I in his head? No I was in my seat. How should I know? Then the guy across the aisle looks up the bus company's number on the internet. The fact that he had internet access was what really interested me. But then his conversation caused me to burst out giggling. He's starts saying things like, "He should get fucking fired...he's caused two accidents...I am trying to get home the my wife and kids and the asshole made a detour to drop ONE person off at the airport..."Well eventually we got home. Gil had been stuck in traffic as well so we were both exhausted by the time we got in the door.

On to drama number two...we bought bedside tables a month or two ago...one I bought in the store and the other I ordered online (because they didn't have two in the store)...last Sunday I planned on putting them together (I am the putting things together person in the house)...I got one together PERFECT...I go to put the other one together and find out that there are no screws in the box. I am too tired to get angry so I figure I have to return it. But I could swear that I had seen the screws because I had looked at the instructions to see how hard they would be to put together. I search and search and search to no avail...my intent was to return it this evening but the little bus escapade put the kabash on that. So we got home and were packing it up so I could return it in the morning (one of about 20 errands on my list)...and I decide to look in one more place. And there were the screws and knobs and now this sounds like gratuitous sexual dialogue. So I got to put the last table together in less than a 1/2 hour and with only one punctured index finger yippee!!!

Tomorrow the cable guy is supposed to come again. Our web of deceit grows larger. We've had such drama with this company. After so many visits and even more hours on hold we decided to get rid of them and get a satellite. The house has a great southern exposure etc, etc...well we need to have new cable run so Gil is going to have the cable company do it (we have to pay to run it anyway)...he's broken several appointments hence the cat and mouse. The last time that they were supposed to come he woke me up @ 8AM, "They're here!" of course they needed to get into the bedroom. So there I am looking for something to put on so I can actually go into the hallway and all I can find is one of his Rugby shirts which barely covers my well you get the picture and roll into the hallway with (hooker hair as my dad would call it) and I say in a really loud voice, "IS IT YOUR WIFE?!?" It wasn't even the cable guy! There was no one there so I wasted a very good line. I am hoping to be able to use it again tomorrow...

Who said married life wasn't exciting?
posted by JustKeepMum on 11:51 PM