Violent Mood Swings

Dear Some Women I Know:

Be all one way or all the other. Don’t just be nice depending on the stupid day. God.

Quality Queenie gave me such a hard time this morning.

“Where are you going with that?”

Oh, good, I’m thinking, I can already tell that this is going to be a fun conversation.

Spoiler alert: it was not.

I hate it, hate it when people are unpredictable like that. One day they’re nice to you, the next they treat you like garbage. I had enough of that in seventh grade, thanks.

At least with Honda Lady, I know what to expect. She’s never going to be nice to me. End of story.

Anyway, I think I held my own.

“I’ll find a place for it. It can’t be in the middle of the aisle,” was how I ended that unpleasantness.

I just wish I didn’t feel like I was squaring off with her in 50% of our interactions. It is extra work for me to stick up for myself. It comes more naturally now than it did when I was a kid, but it’s still that additional amount of energy I’m expending.

Anyway, I’ve wasted enough time complaining about her.

I saw Evan on his way to extruding. He is always hanging out in extruding. I wonder if CEG stares at him, too, and how he handles it.

No, I don’t wonder how he handles it. I’m sure I know how he handles it. He probably just strikes up a conversation with the guy, like old friends.

He’s probably the friendliest, most nonjudgmental person I know.

He might’ve said hi to me, I’m not sure because someone was talking to me at the moment. Did not get a chance to gross him out with my stitches.

I haven’t shown anyone, but I think it would be so much fun to threaten. Especially the kid; he really doesn’t want to see it.

Evan’s probably seen a lot worse.

Must go now.

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