Oy vey. I am tired today, my babies. This is definitely an evening when I am glad I visited the beer hodgepodge this weekend. I think I stayed up too late last night giggling about Ewan’s anteater in a sleeve, LOL. (It was worth it though.)
I was having a discussion with my friend, Johnny, and I don’t know what it is about this picture but it cracks me the fuck up every time I look at it. In fact, I’m laughing right now as I type this. He sent it to me a while back and it’s one of those that you consider a keeper. It gets saved on the iPad and viewed whenever it’s time for a hearty chuckle.
Apparently, it was National Be a Fucker Day and I didn’t get the memo. There seemed to be a plethora of bastard and bitch-ass behaviors amongst humanity today. Freaks, rude assholes, flakes, goobers, presumptuous turds, etc. I feel like Lil Flip in that “Game Over” song where he keeps saying, “But you don’t hear me.” It’s been like that today. Like having to repeat yourself multiple times and people still not even trying to listen. I don’t like situations where you get forced into being a bitch. Someone pushes your buttons over and over again and then acts baffled when you finally push back. Meanwhile, you’re sitting there thinking, “Buddy, you had it coming! You’ve gotten away with bad behavior for far too long.” To quote Catwoman:
“There's a storm coming, Mr. Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches because when it hits, you're all gonna wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us.”
I had to deal with this lady today with whom I am engaged in a business transaction. Let me break it down to the simplest terms: if I hire your company to perform a service and you not only don’t fucking listen to me but you try to obligate me for additional things I didn’t agree to, you will piss me off. I already had a discussion about this with her in a civil, tactful manner. (I know it’s quite shocking, but I am capable of such communication when needed.) She pretended to listen and then did the opposite of what I asked. So I had a second discussion, again in a civil, tactful manner. Still nothing. So today she got more of the bull’s horns. I wasn’t full-tilt bitch with her but I sure wanted to be. It's called: honor your commitments and treat your customers well. It ain't rocket science.
Quote of the day:
"I could meet Julian McMahon pumping gas. I could meet Hugh Jackman buying groceries. Ain't nobody trying to go uptown in sweats with pimples and a ponytail and Noxzema cream. OK?"
