Clerk @ MindSay 
The lady I drive for occasionally had a crown come off a tooth and needed a ride to Yreka ..... and while we are there would you mind if we stopped here there and everywhere? Its easy and good money so I obliged.
Our first stop was at the local drug store where a simple question to me and a smart reply from the clerk started a rant from me that had folks in the store backing up and wishing they had stepped in at a different time.
Now, I'm really not sure why I got so irritated so quickly ..... or why my mouth went off before the brain totally engaged ..... but this particular clerk has a cockiness about her that has always driven me nuts .... even when I waited on her at the restaurant.
Now this clerk also really does not like the woman I drive for and normally will NOT wait on her ..... but she did yesterday ..... so the clerk looks my way while ringing up med's ......
Clerk: What are you doing these days?
Me: Just getting ready to go and live down on the river.
Clerk: Your not working?
Me: No
Clerk: Must be nice.
Me: (getting edgy) Well, its not that I don't want to work, I would love to have a job. But I'm really tired of giving my all to people in this valley just to be fired from just about every job I've had without reason. So I'm done.
Clerk: Thats a REAL MATURE attitude.
Shaking as the words ring in my ears right now .....
Me: "mature attitude?" "mature attitude?" ..... excuse me???? There is no need to get into every foul word that came out of my mouth from that point ..... or the fact that the lady who I drive for reached out and grabbed the back of my shirt fearing that I was going to go over the counter and punch out this woman. I'll let you picture it however you wish. Just know it was ugly.
I walked out the door ..... got into my car and cried ..... and cried the whole way to Yreka. Knowing that I'm a grateful devoted employee to those I have worked for and knowing how I have been treated since moving into this inbred shit hole, (Yes, that phrase did come out yesterday in the drugstore) ..... her words could not of cut deeper.
Is there a possibility that anyone .... even you Jen .... could hate where they live anymore than I? Don't think so. Waking up everyday knowing where I live and the shit heads in it that I will have to encounter just fries me. FRIES ME.
Think I'll go and puke now ..... smoke a bowl to calm the shakes. In a month we should be on the river ..... and it can't come soon enough.
Why other peoples words cut through me so bad sometimes ..... I don't know. But they do ..... and my goal today is to shake those words from my head forever and pray I don't run over the bitch if I see her walking down the road.
Peace. J.
Went to work at 7 am this morning. Where it was yet another day of the same old crap. I am getting so sick of , the same old crap. Whiney customers, whiney co-workers, and whiney managers. Maybe it would be different if everyone that worked there pulled there own weight. I am so sick and tired of doing everyone else's shit.
Oh, and for the love of god, if you gonna be a lazy whiney ass manager, Ms. Brenda O. you have no business being lead , or manager of anything, and you defiantly have no business telling anyone to get back to work. Maybe you should learn how to work yourself, and yes, you can "fuck off" if you think for one second that I am gonna go out of my way, or anything to help you, that I don't absolutely have to do. Thank you!
Came home at 330 PM. Where dinner was a baked potato and Italian sausage. Which was different. Then I retired to my room, and set up my TV line up for the rest of the night.
Around 6 I went to the Galleria mall, and Jared. On a hunt for the chain I am looking for, and or, any interesting pendants. Too bad I didn't find anything. I guess if I really want anything at all, I am gonna have to order it off of e-bay. Go figure. I can't find anything around here, all the stores, and malls. I have to go get it off of e-bay, what a fucking pain in the ass.
Returned home around 730. To find someone had placed a garage sale sign in the corner of our yard. Awesome. They can't even be polite enough to ask first. So, I ripped the sign out, snapped it in half, and though it in the trash can. Asshole's.
I then returned to my room. Turned on the TV, and came online.
Plans for the rest of the night? Just what's left of my TV line up. Which include two of my favorite shows. Bones, and Criss Angel : Mindfreak. So, that's what I'll be doing the rest of the night, other then being on here.
What's on my mind? That I haven't mentioned? Ummm, nothing much really. I am just so sick and tired of the same old crap. All the whining and complaining. I mean, where's it really gonna get you? I seriously think that all some of these asshole's live to do. Bitch, whine, and complain. I need a vacation from reality. I need to find a "happy place".
Do you think that will ever happen? I doubt it. I mean people are too busy with all there "problems" to find any "happy places" , other then getting drunk or high. What a waste of a life.
~ Extremely Bitchy 
I travelled laptop-free to New Hampshire this past weekend, opting to record my observations the old-school, lo-tech way -- at least pending later transcription. The view from last Thursday:
"Writing this steno-pad style as I sit in the US departures area of YOW (Ottawa International Airport). Heading for Manchester via Philadephia, as opposed to my usual transfer in Toronto. I think it's all equidistant; actually, I just wanted to use the word 'equidistant.'
"I've just received a shiatsu massage from an extremely competent chair. 3 minutes for $1 -- not a bad deal! And Lord, what a chair -- if this is what modern technology can do, sign me up. It alternated between powerful kneading and inhaling me into its leathery depths...yum. Just what my back was craving after one too many ill-advised exercise ball experiments.
"Ended up cabbing to the airport at a cost of nearly $40. Insane, but I figured it was worth the savings in stress. In order to make it by bus I would have had to leave considerably earlier and in a state of total disarray. Instead, I opted to buy a little more packing, cat-loving and tea-drinking time.
"Between thinking I've forgotten something important or worrying about potential customs hassles, missed connections and MIA luggage, I find travel stressful, especially when compounded with a mild aversion to flying. I've got nothing on my friend Darin's 60-something dad, though, who today is also travelling by plane -- for the first time in his life. Whatever my fears, at least they're familiar ones."
That's a far as I blogged in the airport. My flight to Philadelphia was made interesting by my seatmate, who spent the first ten minutes of the flight meticulously powdering her knees (I kid you not), and the worst turbulence I've ever experienced. I've never felt a plane drop quite that low, to the point that fellow passengers gasped in alarm (and I cursed myself for watching one too many episodes of Lost). Thankfully the rolling and pitching was short-lived, and my flight-switch in Philly uneventful. On the Manchester flight me and my biological clock sat next to the most delicious two-and-a-half month old baby girl called Olivia. It was all I could do not to wrench her from the boob and squeeze her silly.
In Manchester I killed time whilst waiting for Eric to finish up with his groomsmanly duties at his friends Aaron and Julie's wedding rehearsal. I wandered into a newstand and was immediately accosted by a lonely, chatty clerk who initiated conversation by admiring my shirt. Having nothing better to do, I listened while he talked about George Bush, thermodynamics and his plans to write a book on non-renewable resources. My liberal use of "eh" gave away my citizenship, leading to discussion on US/Canadian dichotomies and what one thing we'd change in the world if given the power to do so. He -- Jeff the newstand guy -- was actually quite fascinating to talk to, and certainly not what I expected when I broke down and wandered in to buy a celebrity gossip rag. The whole time we were talking I was keenly aware of my luck in happening upon such creative gold, and was taking copious mental notes for my writing files.
On Friday Eric took the day off and we went out for divey but delicious Chinese food. He told me about an incident that had taken place at the very same restaurant some time before. He and a friend (the above-mentioned Aaron) were enjoying a meal when a teenaged boy came in to pick up a takeout order. He asked if the rice was onion-free as requested, to which the waiter replied that it wasn't, since it was a busy Friday night and it wasn't feasible to cook a special batch. The boy left without a fuss, and all was well -- until the boy's father called a few minutes later. The side of the conversation Eric and his friend heard went something like this:
"I told you when you ordered we cannot do no onions...no, man, fuck you! Fuck you, man! What are you gonna do to me? Oh, now you're gonna threaten me...you come here with your gun, I don't care! I fucking kill you! I got a fucking machine gun! My delivery guys are ex-cops!"
At this point Eric and Aaron decide to go while the going is good. Which leads into the best part -- when the guy on the phone sees them leaving, he interrupts his screaming long enough to call out in a sing-song voice: "Thank you, come back again now!"
On that note, I'm off to work. More to follow!
