Half Baked and Half Naked

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So, today I had an appointment in a local office, and was not the least bit surprised to find that I was the only white person in the office – and needless to say I was the only English speaker. What disgusted me about this was the thirty children who were also brought along by their mothers, and left unattended to run around like wild animals. I guess what upsets me more is the fact that about 95% of these children had silver teeth, snotty noses, and dirty faces.

“How does a small child end up with silver teeth” I thought to myself, but then the answer was shown to me. One of the children, probably at least three years old, fell down and began to cry. His mother ran over to him, picked him up, and proceeded to stick a bottle of juice in his mouth to stop him from crying. HELLO! Do these parents ever consider the fact that children over the age of 12-18 months are not supposed to be sucking on bottles? Juice in a bottle can rot a childs teeth, and apparently, this is not a concern for these mothers. You see, the wonderful state of California will pay for them to have silver caps put on their teeth, at no cost to the parent.

Must be nice, to have the luxury of knowing that you can sit back and loaf off of the system and allow your children to run around filthy, and ill, and never have to answer to anyone. All at the expense of Jane and John Taxpayer. I am one of the people who had to jump through hoops when Kamy was a baby, in order to utilize certain programs offered by the state, all while I was working and paying taxes myself. I guess I have an issue with people who get to use every possible resource, and not do anything but have additional children in order to continue to qualify for these programs. But in reality, if these programs are offered to make sure families are healthy, then why the hell are people who are clearly not trying to keep their kids healthy allowed to use these resources still? Tooth decay is not healthy. Snotty noses are not healthy. Why cant these issues be reason enough to disqualify parents from these programs?

Oh thats right, because it would make sense, and be too easy to cut off all those lazy fucks who choose to use resources I work hard to pay for.

Fuck this,

K

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I like to consider myself a rather healthy person; I don’t usually get sick, at least not sick enough to actually call off work for. Yes, I get the occasional cold, who doesn’t, but 95% of the time, I am in pretty darn good shape. Then there are those days when you wake up and you know that something just isn’t right. Today is one of those days. 

I woke up and began my normal routine, only about half way through I felt like I had to tinkle again, which is not normal. I waited it out for a while, and still felt like I had to go. When I finally did go again, it was what I call “Stream of FIRE.” Yes kids, mama woke up with a bladder infection, which is probably the worst possible thing to have to go through on a random Tuesday at my office. 

This is not the first time I have had a bladder infection, I remember the first time, and it SUCKED. I was 18 and living on my own. It started while I was at work at the pool hall, and since I had no idea what it was, I sat through that pain for two days before I went to a doctor. By then I was doubled over crying from the pain. I learned my lesson, and since then, I use every precaution I can to not ever have one again. 

A few times, I have felt one coming on, but was able to nip it in the bud by chugging a gallon of water and lying in bed until it felt better. I had one rematch with it when Kamy was about 2, and I literally ran to the doctor on my lunch hour and walked in and made them see me. That one wasn’t nearly as bad as the first, but it was painful none the less. This time, well, I hate to be the pessimist, but I feel like this one is going to be bad as well. I am chugging water now at my desk, but I have little faith, because the pain is not going away yet. 

This fucking sucks! I can’t concentrate, and it is growing more painful. Doctors’ book of home remedies tells me to just keep drinking fluids, but a person can only do so much. I HATE cranberry juice, which everyone says is the best cure for it, so that is out of the picture. I cannot get into a doctor right away even if I wanted to, because I am not driving right now, and my mother is out getting malled, buying Christmas gifts. Not that I am one to request sympathy, but can someone feel bad for me, just this once? I guess we will just have to wait this out and see how it ends.

 

Wish me luck for now, 

K

Does the day after my birthday suck so fucking bad?

Ugh,

K

Tomorrow, nearly three months after I got my DUI, I am going to appear before the judge. This should be interesting; I have never had to do anything like this before. I am not pleading guilty; I don’t think that the charges are going to stick, since I wasn’t friggen drunk! They never offered me a breathalyzer test, and I pissed in the cup nearly two hours after they pulled me over, so I have a pretty good feeling that there was little to no alcohol in my system, if any. 

The one thing I actually care about, is finding out if I can get my license back. I haven’t driven at all since I got the damn dui, and I really, really cannot stand being driven around by my mom, or by other babysitters. I am scared that if I did plead guilty anyway, I would get slapped with a nasty fine, or some crap like that. I can’t afford to pay $2000 to the court for some bull shit like this. The cop had no right to pull us out of the car and search it.  There was no probable cause, only a rookie and his overly confident ego trying to collar a decent looking female to feel better about his shitty life choice to become a big bad Norwalk Sheriff. 

So yeah, that’s what I have on my mind right now, however retarded it sounds written down I guess I will see what the fates have in store for me tomorrow. Things have been going pretty decent for me lately, I even got offered a free car if I do get my license back, YAY! I figure, if things are turning around for real, I will find know for sure tomorrow. 

Wish Me Luck, 

K

In all honesty, I hate working. I hate that I have to get up every day and go to a place where most of the people are awesome, but just enough of them are cock-sucking bastards who make me want to shave my head with a rusty spoon just to ease the pain of listening to them talk.

I hate the admin assistant with the heavy accent that thinks she is god’s gift to the world; she isn’t. As a matter of fact, she is quite the BITCH. No, I will not order you that “special” cell phone because you used to have one like it and it is pretty and you like pink. Take the free phone and deal with it, whore. I hate the finance person who won’t pay the fucking invoices because she feels that she “needs more backup” even though she has all the backup for the invoice there could possibly be. It isn’t your money bitch, pay the fucking bill before our email service gets cancelled and you are complaining that you can’t harass people via their inboxes anymore. I hate the VP of a certain division; the one who tells me one day that he wants no one to have a Blackberry, then the next day orders himself the most expensive Blackberry they make. Yeah dude, stop talking like you own the company, you are just another piss on like the rest of us – only you get to show up to the office whenever you want because you “work from home” ::wink wink:: I hate the guy in the “Art” department; the one who wanted a $3500 laptop, but was denied, so he found a reason for someone else to get that exact same model, then proceeded to keep it when that employee left the company a month later. That’s right, because you get to take whatever you want since you are sucking off the head honcho in that office. You are right dude, who the hell am I to request that you send back the company property – what balls I have!

I know that there will never be a time when I am happy with my job, unless I am my own boss, but I am killing myself just trying to play nice to so many people right now. I hate that I have no authority – I take that back; I hate that I am told I have authority and then told I can never make a decision. I am tired of having to suck it up when my boss says that admin assistant called nearly in tears because she wanted the pink phone not the blue one, and how could she function knowing that the color of her phone was not what she originally demanded? So now, if I want something I just have to cry?

I called in sick yesterday, not because I was ill; because I was not motivated in the least to show up. Every day is a constant struggle for me to keep myself entertained. What normally seem like “big” projects for other people, are mundane tasks that I complete with great ease. I know if I wanted to I could find another job that might be more challenging, but if I do that, I lose the security of knowing I have good benefits, and probably will have to work farther from home – which I will not do again.

Up until the beginning of this year, I drove about 35 miles to and from work, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but when you live in California, a trip to the local grocery store can be a thirty minute drive. Daily, I spent at least 4 hours in my car, sitting in gridlock. I hated it, and vowed when I got this job, so close to home and against traffic both ways, that I would never commute that far again unless I was being paid at least 100k. Yeah, that won’t be happening soon . . .

At least I have good things to look forward to this week; tonight my Hot Boyfriend and I are carving the four pumpkins we procured last night, with Kamy. Then tomorrow is Trick-or-Treating for as long as her little legs can handle it, followed by Joe Rogan on Thursday with Lush. Friday will probably be spent drinking beer with said Hot Boyfriend, and hopefully being able to remember what I do that night. If I have something to look forward to, the time seems to pass a little faster – not much, but a little.

Counting the minutes until Friday at 6pm,

K

On a daily basis, I am subjected to hearing my mother freak out over how crappy other people drive and park. Today though, was an even more dramatic display of her distaste. When dropping of Kamy for kindergarten, there are always lines of cars in the kindergarten drop off area – some with parents inside, and others empty from parents leaving to walk their kids to class. Apparently, my mother was not happy with the way one of the other vehicles was “blocking” the driveway, and when I got out of the car to take Kamy up to class, my mom got out of her car to yell at the driver of the other car. 

I am walking back towards our car from the classroom, and I can hear my mother yelling about how she (the other driver) is “inconveniencing” other parents, and it is a red curb and she needs to move her car. I am not the only one who hears this; there are many other parents around, all making comments about how crazy these two people are to be arguing at 8:45am. I walk head down, back to our car (which is also parked in the red, so my mom can “prove a point”), completely mortified. 

The other woman called my mother a bitch, which isn’t exactly far from the truth, but my mother (being the person who ALWAYS has to get the last word or be right no matter how wrong she is), proceeds to “one-up” this woman and call her a whore. Then she spelled it out for her, just in case the girl was dyslexic and didn’t already know for sure. Some other words were said, and the next thing I know, my mother is yelling “Yeah, well, what are you going to do about it?” At this point I decide it is probably better for me to collect my mother and leave before they actually throw blows. 

I walk over to them, and proceed to tell my mother just to let it go and leave already, and she has to prove her point to the woman and to me, by yelling about how I don’t need to shut her up she can say whatever she wants, and then some more about the terrible injustice that is someone parking their car

 The other participant is now using the excuse that calling someone a whore in front of a school is such a good example for the kids. Yeah, because her using the word ‘”bitch” is really so much better, right. My mom goes on and on, and when I finally get her to walk away, I look at the other woman, mouth “I’m sorry” and get back in the car. 

My mom decides then that it is a good time to drive like a maniac down the street to prove whatever point she thinks she is proving. Apparently, I am wrong for intervening in her little exchange with this stranger, because the next thing I know, she is yelling at me that I have no right to be upset. 

The point I was trying to make to my mother; that just because she feels that someone is not doing something right (by her standards); it doesn’t mean she needs to go get in their face about it. It isn’t her job to play the parking enforcer at Kamy’s school, they have teachers designated to patrol that area of the parking lot. I then told her that if it bothers her so much, she should call the school and complain, rather than start drama. I am also wrong on this, as she so quickly pointed out to me, since the other lady was the one who got angry, not my mother. Oh yeah, and it is always better to take things into your own hands then to give the authorities the opportunity to fix the problem. 

Yeah, because my mom calling that lady a whore and then spelling it out for her is not instigation, it is solving the problem (at least it is in her head). How dare I not take my mothers side? But then again, she always feels that everyone blames everything on her, even when she does nothing wrong, like today. Because apparently, me and my rational thinking are fucking wrong, and her thinking process is always right. Especially when it comes to parking your car. 

Referee for a Day, 

K

Damn, Damn, Damn!!!
I have little to no funds right now, and guess who is playing in LA at the end of the year – Tool, my FAVORITE band EVER. Why do things like this always happen???

I am crying inside right now,

K