  Warning: This post will contain swearing, because I am still fuming! It's Monday and I really should have stayed in bed. It started out crappy and I see no signs of it improving as quickly as I would like. My Son was dragging his butt and we didn't get on the road till 10 after 7 this morning. Then he slept the entire way to his work. I asked him if he thought he stayed out too late for a school night, to which he responded that he forgot to adjust his clock forward.
I said, "No, you dumb ass, it was you staying out till the wee hours of the morning on a fucking school night" "Now I am going to be late for work" Then I told him it was gonna stop and he was buying his own car and he would be responsible for it. Like an adult. So I am on my way to my job, finally. Some retard decides to hit a city bus on the Huey. The traffic was backed up to Airline Hwy. Thank you dickwad!
I love sitting on that bridge, as it sways and shakes. I love having a damned panic attack with visions of the bridge breaking when I am stuck on it. And that stupid visor they put on the driver's side of your car. It is a waste of space. It doesn't block the sun so you are sitting forward, looking like a granny trying to see over her steering wheel. The morning gets better.
As I am sitting on the bridge, about to freak out and run screaming from my car. My phone rings. It's the lady I do demos for on the weekends. It's 7:30 in the morning. What the Fuck? She then apologizes for calling so early(Thought: Then why did you?
) She wanted to know if I wanted to work this weekend. All weekend, even Friday. I said, "Ok, look. I have a job. I work Monday thru Friday. " She told me she knew that, but wanted to know if I wanted to earn some extra.
I asked her if she really thought I would not go to my regular job that pays, lets say, a hundred bucks a day and go hand out free samples to greedy people all day and only take home 48 bucks. She told me to think about it. Yeah, I thought about it alright. I have this weekend off, Yeah! I finally get to work. I pull up to the lot and a security guard informs me that the lot is already full.
I look out at the sea of cars and very loudly voice my outrage. Not only do I have to park in the lot behind the building next to mine, I end up at the other side of that lot. So, I am now parked probably 400 to 500 yards from the entrance of my building. Don't get me wrong, the walk usually wouldn't hurt me. But my ass hurts, my legs hurt, and that fatty area under my cheeks....Please, give me something!! The parking situation has to change.
I really believe the temp workers should have the off-site parking and the regular people should have on-site. Easy to regulate too. A sticker on the windshield would solve it. But Hell no, that would require the "Guards" to be outside and checking vehicles. Guards outside, in the guard shed. Who would have thought that that was the purpose of that little building?
So I finally get in the office. Gingerly sit. Do a few things on the puter. Usual gossip. Blah, Blah, Blah. I then decide to check out why my Tripod is down.
They dumped me. Can ya believe it? No notice required, no explanations required. Bu-Bye! So I have lost all my pictures, my Heading, my description. All gone.
I was stupid, no back up. I recently deleted it from my hard-drive, because of a space problem. Never thinking something would happen. It did and now I get to start over. So, over the next few days, I will be working on it. Sorry if it looks bad.
It will be better, as soon as I get to it. Now, last bitch....................Walgreens lost my pictures. I dropped them off last night to be developed. They called and asked what I dropped off. Ummm, film! They then asked what were the picture of.
My horseback riding trip. I asked what happened. The kid on the other end of the phone meekly replied that he misplaced the roll. I screamed, "You what? " And then I hung up on him. Hopefully I will be calm enough not to strangle the pimply-faced kid, when I go over there this evening.
I want my pictures!! I bruised my ass for those, damn it! I am done! Thank you! 
