Phuckwits

Do you ever tire of dealing with phuckwits?  Want something more out of life? 

That's right..... it's vacaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaation time!  Time to unass the A.O.  Mr. Jose Cuervo, here I come!  I love you, baby.  You make my life complete.

Sometimes, ya just got a get on a plane and get the fek outa Dodge.

Stella, I know you are reading this and stop checking your company e-mail.  It isn't worth it.  Stella!!! Look up the word!  Vacation:  Noun.  A period of time devoted to pleasure, rest, or relaxation, especially one with pay granted to an employee.  It says NOTHING about checking your e-mails, worrying about contracting obligations or dealing with PHUCKWITS.  Barry Bear, would you please bring her yet another case of wine and educate her on what she's supposed to be doing?  Oh.My.God! I shoulda gone with her to Germany and assisted in vacation-related activities in order to be a good role model. 

(Heavy sigh.)

We are fighting a never-ending battle.

And now, on to my personal life.... (where it is about the same). 

I'm never going to see eye-to-eye with the very nice, yet very stubborn Southern Bedu.  He is a great guy (for someone else).  I am speechless (and you know how hard that is to accomplish).  I don't want to complain about it because seriously - he is SUCH a nice guy.  But... Oh... my.... God.  I just can't do it anymore.  I'm tired.  I'm frustrated.  I'm at the point where sharp objects have become a danger.  I've tried everything (and so have well-meaning friends who have tried to talk to him about it) and nothing works, so... oh well.... and I don't want to hurt him either.  Better just to leave it like that.  Toba.  Enough. 

The other night, I almost exploded, but I held it together.  The Romanian kept telling me that my blood pressure was up because my chest was turning red and blotchy.  Stealth sent me SMSs from across the counter telling me to remain calm.  I try really really really hard not to be completely evil to people who are visiting my home (unless a line is crossed - which it was).  I offered to leave (yes ME - in my own home) - and I finally did; going to my room and locking the door.  Stealth kindly escorted SB to his car.  Stealth has become a very good friend - and VERY good at reading my eyes.

Many a well-intentioned friend has told me that if I lower my expectations, I can not be disappointed.  (Lowering my personal beliefs is something else - not going there.)  I think that my expectations have been very very very low of late and why should that be?  Why shouldn't I expect to be treated the way I deserve to be treated?  Why shouldn't I expect that someone would treat me with the same level of care that I would bestow to them?  This girl is just going to lay it out there and if I get disappointed, so will dude.

Flowers.  Romance.  Little cards.  Kind words and actions that back them up.  Communication.  I don't think these are expectations that a man can't deal with.