Nothing To See Here in meh...

We have a new timekeeping software that we are supposed to clock in and out. Despite the fact that I get to work well before my 8:30a start time AND I’m sitting at my desk, I somehow manage to clock in late. ::smh:: Pitiful.

So I sucked it up and went to karaoke tonight. I think the geek called me a bitch. He said he invited his girlfriend and she was being wishy washy about coming. I told him you should have just put your foot down and said, “Woman put some pants on and let’s go.” he then asked if tat would work on me. I said after I looked at him with a screwed up face, Yes. I would have. And I think he called me a bitch in a round about way. That’s fine. I don’t like him that much anyway. But I was hanging out and actually didn’t even start singing until later because someone I like to hear sing said, “You are going to bless us tonight right?” I was touched and thought about it and eventually did it. I was mainly hanging out with DJ, who missed me. He had been sending me text message after text message. “Are you mad at me?” “I miss you!!!” I had to tell him without much detail how my life has been up ended lately and I’ve just been tired. As I was leaving, he said, “Facebook me!!” and we laughed about that.

I’m worried about my minivan. I know I need to change the spark plugs. I know I need an oil change. I fear the transmission is having issues. Since I paid for my tires and wheel alignment, I get to have them checked out over the life of the tires and the alignment for a year. I need to get that looked at. THEN, every weekend, sometimes twice, I leave my home in South City to go to my mom’s nursing home in West County and put close to 100 miles on it every two weeks, maybe more. I don’t want to dog it.

As I’m sitting here, I am constantly annoyed that several people that work here, who are supposed to have their badges out and ready to use to walk in to work always walk to the door and expect me to open the door for them. I ignore them. The ones who are most guilty work on the second floor. None of those chicks would come down and open the door for me. I like it better when they use the back door. They take advantage of the fact that they THINK I will just open it. And they always smile and laugh it off, “I forgot my badge.” Fuck do I care.

I’ve been in a somber mood ever since Prince died. My life feels like it sucks, though some have it worse than me, the state of the world isn’t helping my psyche at all. ::deep, heavy sigh::

Perhaps I will get out of this funk soon.
I don’t know.

Take care of yourself and each other…

Kindest regards,
Sister