Frazzled Nerves

Single mother of four busy children: Ari-16, Stinka-13, Boy-Boy-12 and Bird 10. I work in the telecommunications industry and have been for the past 16 years.

He Slipped Me A Mickey!!!

Tuesday, my “co-worker/supervisor” bought me a chocolate shake from Burger King. He mistakenly got me the Supersized one. Well, by the end
of the day I was running if you know what I mean. Today, he bought us in my quad some bagles from NY and they were full of awesome. The problem I had was when one of my quadmates went down to the café and got some cream cheese. Prior to the bagles, I had some pineapples for breakfast. Needless to say, my tummy stopped liking me for the day.

Now, here’s the real funny. After he left, one of my quadmates asked if he put something in the bagles that made us want him because I demanded that he hand me his cell phone and the others wanted his number because
I already had it despite it being in the company directory. Good times. Good times.

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No Spam-Man. You still loose

After deleting the dumbfucks the other day, the one with the AAA user name had the nerve to register again. I guess they’ll start spamming my email now because they have to go through me to register now. No more open registration. Granted, only three people gave a fart to register but still… No, I don’t sit on the computer like I once did, but you still LOOSE!!!

GRRR!

I go away for a few months and what do I see? Spammers attacking my damn site. Fucking idiots!!! Signing up for memberships and all. Dumb bitches. Stay the fuck away from my site. Do me a favor and get your own so that I can use my fictitious email addresses and spam ya’ll asses. 

Sleep Apnea Or Are You Shitting Us?!?

I have this co-worker who claims to have sleep apnea. He’s a real asshole despite his claims. So, when asshole falls asleep on the job, I call “bullshit”! He’s been doing this for a few years now; napping between calls, while customers are on hold, etc. Well today, the shit he pulled shocked the shit out of me. For the next 6 months to a year, I will be playing supervisor. It’s not a real promotion and I don’t want on in the field I’m in. It’s too cut throat when you don’t have union backing. I was doing floor support and he came to my desk to ask me to help him out with a simple order.

You see, a lot of my co-workers have seem to lost their minds and forgotten basic training like how to give a customer credit and, with the new systems, how to disconnect a certain portion of the customer’s service. You don’t need a degree to do these task. My 10 year old daughter can do them.

But I digress.

He asked me for help with an order but how he ask, you would have sworn his ass was drunk. Since he was slurring his speech, I had to get up to go to his desk to understand what he wanted to do. Oh! Disconnect XYZ. I got cha! So, I start walking him through the order and, when I got to a certain part, I told him to do something and he didn’t move. I repeated myself and still no response. I bent down to look at him and that negro had the nerve to be sleep. Are my instructions to simplistic for him to pay attention? So, I turn to talk to one of my other co-workers that sit next to his ass and whisper to her about his sleeping ass. She goes on to tell me how he got pissed off at a customer because she hung up after being on hold waiting for his sleeping ass to wake up. Good thing the customer didn’t know he was asleep. anyway, he wakes up as if nothing happened and starts talking. I go back over to him to finish helping him and, after a few more instructions, his ass goes to sleep again. This time, I complete my conversation with the other co-worker and then leave. Now you’ll probably thinking that I was giving him a novel. Much like this post. But nooooooo! “Click, right click, scroll to delete and complete” doesn’t take that long, but between the “right click” and “complete”, homie fell asleep twice. I told my other pseudo supervisors that his ass doesn’t have sleep apnea. He’s narcoleptic!

But the fun doesn’t stop there. He then IM’s someone on my team to ask if there was a number to the superintendent of our department. Mind you, we don’t have a superintendent. This ain’t fucking school!

The really messed up part about this joke, he acts like his shit don’t stink but he’s dumb as hell. He swears he’s mackin’ but he’s slackin’. I guess he’d be a nice looking guy if his attitude didn’t suck. No one likes him and we’re all surprised his ass still has a job. Not because of his stupidness, but because he’s always sleeping on the job. How the hell are you going to sleep while talking to a screaming customer?!? I’d hate to be his woman. Damn!

Don’t Flog Me Yet!

I know. It’s been more than a minute since I’ve posted and I’m sorry for that. Just haven’t been in the mood I guess. Too many things happening in real life and internet life. One thing I wanted to catch up the one or two people that do visit is that I got a pseudo-promotion. Not exactly management and thank Goddess I’m not. I love my union backing. The only thing they’ve done right for me in the last 10 years was get me my job back when I was fired 7-1/2 years ago. Yes, I have been working for the same company for over 17 years. Someone has to work and it ain’t gonna be my kids. The lazy asses. Regardless, about a three months ago, my now former supervisor asked me if I wanted the position. Mind you, I’ve put in for it well over 7 months ago, only to be passed up by people with less job knowledge than I have. Also, my co-workers knew better. They knew not to go to those that were “mistakenly” put into the position.

Whatever.

So, I was finally given the position and I’m loving it. Yes, there are days where I could strangle several people for stupid shit, but it’s not as bad as being on the phone 24/7. I get longer breaks between calls and I’m offline every other week. Cool.

Summer vacations has finally started with my kids. Newark is usually the last to go. June 27th was their last day (the 26th was Ari’s). Also, Boy-Boy turned 12 and Bird turned 10 last month. Ari finally got her driving permit and thinks I’m going to teach her to drive. Bullshit! Stinka is finally out of the worse 8th grade class ever. It was so bad I had to tell her Vice Principal to stop calling me with their issues and start calling her father. Hopefully her ass will calm down in high school when she sees that no one plays. This isn’t a joke. I can only keep my fingers crossed.

That’s pretty much it. Yes, all about me. What do you think I’ll be posting about? Paris Hilton? Surely you jess!

EE 1.6

I just upgraded and I love the new control panel. I need to do more to see what this new upgrade can do.

More Than Disturbing!

http://bookshop.livejournal.com/834653.html

This is the main reason why I’m keeping my naturally black ass right here where we have laws against hate crimes.

And LJ Epic In Short

A few days ago, Live Journal (LJ) exploded. Some whack job group called Warriors for Innocence decided to get rid of the pedophiles of the world. I admire them for their wanting to keep the world safe and for wanting to protect the children, however they went about it the wrong way. Basically, they scared 6A shitless. 6A decided to suspend all journals that had incest (or any form of -cest), villian, lolita, shota, rape, etc. You get the idea. These people didn’t realize or care that some of these groups were help groups for rape/incest/etc survivors or fandom related. 6A just shut down hundreds of journals. Yesterday, they finally, after over 48 hours and speaking to the press, decided that they fucked up and unsuspended all the journals, even the bad one, asking all community or journal owners to correct their interests, removing questionable content.

Here’s some things I found interesting:

Because of this fiasco, fandom gets closer together, no matter what fandom is involved

6A really knows how to bite the hands that feed them. We put more money into that service than the advertisers do.

There are many, many whackos in denial

There are many more people that are naive than I truly expected

Some rednecks are truly stupid and need to stop fucking their parents

Cat macros are funny as all hell

Despite 6A pissing me off more than they already have, I can’t see myself leaving unless some of my closest bloggers do

I don’t need Right Wingers trying to raise my kids. I do the do and do a damn good job of it too!

People seriously need lives and that doesn’t include me because you see how infrequently I post here.

And you’d think people with kids would finally learn that the internet is not your babysitter. The internet is for porn!

Truly, this fight is not over. I don’t care what kind of apology 6A gives. It is not enough. Normally, when they get an abuse report, they notify the journal or community owner first, giving them enough time to correct the issue. Instead, they just when suspend happy. Mind you, for years, Perverted Justice had been telling them about real pervert journals, but do they listen? Nope. But they did listen to this group. Then they backpeddled.

Well, that’s it for now. I may post more later, but I have to read my incest porn right now. Hey, if two people want two headed babies, that’s not my problem. 

ORLY!!!

The big news here in NJ (other than who got shot in Newark) is about the 60 year old womand that gave birth to twins.  I’m about to bitch and groan about this so, if you’re all for great-grandmas giving birth to itty bitty babies, then you may not want to read this. Remember, this is my blog and my opinions and I’m not going change them no matter which way you come at me.

*clears throat*

I can understand women that wait before having children. Not everyone has to be a teenaged mom. I sure as hell wasn’t. However, I think that what this woman did was purely selfish. Why? Because she’s 60 and becoming a new mom all over again. Other than the wisdom that only an older person can bestow upon someone, how is she going to care for these boys when they’re teens? And when it’s her time to leave this cold cruel world, who’s going to care for the boys if she leaves us before they’re old enough to care for themselves? Oh, yeah! I forgot. Her 30 year old child. That alone is selfish because they’re her kids and not her children’s.

Like I said, I don’t mind a woman waiting until they’re settled before having a child. Getting the career going and such is a very good thing. Maybe, if she didn’t have ids at all I wouldn’t feel this way. However, this is a bit much. I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to have anymore children after I hit 30 and I’m not. My baby will be 10 in another three weeks and I’m still counting the days when she moves out. I’m ready to get on with my life. Maybe that’s why I think this whole thing is pure selfishness. These women had their lives before having kids. But, there’s other things to deal with other than that. Like how fit will you be to truly get down on your knees and play with your children? Will you be able to do all the “soccer mom” bullshit? Will you still be around to see your grand kids?

There is so much I want to say about this issue but can’t formulate the words. Bottom line is, it’s wrong and selfish. At some point in a woman’s life she has to say “fuck it” if she wants to have kids. Regardless if a man is there or not, she has to do what’s best for her and the child. Since IVF was in the cards, why wait until you have one foot in the grave? And, yes, I know that she may be fortunate enough to outlive her babies. I just hope she’s fit enough to really care for these boys as she as done with her oldest child.

Open Letter to Gov. McGreevey

Dear Gubnor;

Yes, I’m being sort of a sarcastic ass by calling you “Gubnor” as opposed to “Governor”, but I totally lost respect for you. Not because of your coming out of the closet because that’s your business. I applaud you for coming out in fact. I don’t applaud you for your complete disregard for you wife, but this letter isn’t about that. Well, actually, that is why I lost respect for you.

anyway, on the news, I heard that you want to become a priest. Holy monsignor Batman! Maybe I’d believe your sincerity if you weren’t such a fucking ass, but you’re an ass. I know your God is a so-called forgiving God, despite killing millions in his name, etc, Noah’s Ark for one, but with all the wrong you have done? Please monkey man! You have GOTS to be kidding! You are wrong, wrong, WRONG! What good and Godly thing have you done? Stealing from the state isn’t Godly. Dogging out your wife isn’t Godly. Having a big ass nude picture of a man in plain sight of your 5 year old daughter isn’t Godly.  Maybe, in your arsenal of dastardly deeds, you have done something I just don’t know about, like wringing kittens’ necks to save them from the plight of being sent to their death by the animal shelters. How about stopping that man you were screwing behind your wife’s back from running off with that other man/woman that he actually wanted to be with because you KNEW it was wrong for him to be with that other person despite your being married. How about spreading possible untruths about your wife’s homophobia and hatred toward your relationship with the man you’re with, not trying to understand why she may be on the defensive with you because of your shining history of being a good man, husband and father.

Bottom line, give me a fucking break.

I am so glad you are not trying to come into my belief system. We already have our issues in trying to get people to take us seriously and not look like loons. The last thing we need is some damnable man like you polluting up our aura.

Signed

A Former Supporter.

I Need Surgery Dammit!

Can someone please rip out my uterus, hove it in a diamond cut shredder and feed the remains to a herd of wildebeest? Damn I hate female problems. Sometimes I hate being female!

Other than the boobs and being able to not show the world when I’m horny as shit, I really hate this shit.

Again, Why Am I Glad To Drive?

Today I had to go to court. I may or may not post about that. I haven’t decided. Well, since the courthouse is only 1/4 of a mile away (probably more like 1/3) and Downtown Newark sucks ass when it comes to parking, I decided to take the bus. Getting there wasn’t a problem. Sitting in a hot ass courthouse for two hours was, but I survived, didn’t pass out, and decided to go shopping for myself since I had to be inconvenienced by being down there. Hey, since I’m in a major shopping area and Ashley Stewarts and Payless was right down the street in the direction of the bus stop, I might as well. I got two pairs of shoes and a pair of shorts and a top and went to wait for the bus.

And wait.

And wait.

You see, the bus that I need to take to get me home runs really well in the morning. Usually before 9. After that, it sucks ass. After standing there for 15-20 minutes, I ran across the street to the $tarbuck$ and got a double chocolate chip frappachino. When I left, the bus was right on the stop and I had to run to make it. Less than 10 minutes later, I was back home, in my car and shopping again. This time, I got some food for dinner, some nail polish for my toes and some piercing earrings because I’m going to repierce the tops of my ears.

So, yeah! Despite parking being a bitch downtown, I’d rather be in my car than a bus. But I wouldn’t have been able to do all the shopping that I did, so I guess there is some good out of bussing it.

That Felt GOOD!

Three people feel the same way I feel. So, all you mothers that need to let off some steam but have no outlet, well, here is your outlet:

It’s good to know I’m not alone in how I feel.

NY International Car Show

Go if you have the chance. It’s awesome.

I went yesterday. I had never been before. Monday, my best friend asked me if I wanted to go since I was on vacation. I knew I would have to lie, cheat and steal to my kids in order to go without having them whine about wanting to go. Yes, I can say “no,” however, I will be harassed with cell phone calls all day long with a 9 year old asking me, over and over again, when was I coming home. The only child allowed to follow as Ari because she is 16. So, Tuesday night, my friend picked up Ari so that she can spend the night. I told the other kids that she was going over her best friend’s house and the next day I was going to the doctor to spend all day there. Yesterday, the kids went to the movies with a recreation center and, after that, my friend and my daughter picked me up and we left from here. My friend, not wanting to take a chance driving into the city, decided on us taking the ferry into NYC. That was a cool idea. I love riding the ferry and it’s been a few years since I have. Hell, it’s been damn near 20. An ex-boyfriend and I used to ride the Staten Island ferry back and forth just because.

Once in the city, we took a shuttle to The Jacob Javitts Center. It’s actually within walking distance, but since the closest street was blocked off due to construction, it was recommended that we take the shuttle. Once in, we paid for our tickets and walked, oggled, wished and prayed. It was amazing. All the new 2007 and 2008 cars. All the concept beauties. Wow! Ari fell in love with the Lincoln Navigator but I fell for the Yukon Denali. My friend fell in love with the Lambourginis. They were nice, however, the $400,000 price tags really turned them off for me.

One recommendation, which will save you lots of money if you go. Take a big pocketbook (women) or some type of shopping bag and load it up with 2 bottles of water and 2 or 3 sandwiches. They had concession stands there, however, they wanted $3 for water, $4 for sodas, $6+ specialty drinks and only Goddess knows for the food. Between Ari and I, I spent $24 for round trip ferry tickets and $28 for 2 tickets to the event. Let’s not forget the $10 for the two programs I purchased. I’m not spending another $50 on hotdogs, soda and ice cream. Hell, after we got back into NJ, we went to P.F. Chang’s for lunch/dinner and that cost me about $40 + tip.

So now, I’m sitting here, looking through the car books and drooling over the Yukon Denali. One car that did piss me off was the new Dodge Caravans. Despite having more storage space (mine virtually has none), they aren’t as roomy as they used to be.