Diva
04-11-02, 05:31AM
Well, Slap My Ass And Call Me A Bimbo
I was late again! Argh!!! I throw on .... EVERYTHING... and bust my ass going to get to work. Some bimbo in front of me in the parking lot sees a parking slot and suddenly stops. What am I supposed to do, read her fucking mind??!?!? Turn on the damn blinker! Why do people think that all bets are off when you enter a parking lot? Why should I look out for the other car 'in case' they decide to stop. No blinker, nothing. And it wasn't even a Porsche. I'm gesturing on how to turn on the fucking blinker. I must have looked like I was having a seizure. The fun part is that we had to wait at the same light to cross the street. She stood way behind me. If I wasn't so damn late I would have given her an earful on what that little switch marked 'turn signal' is for.
I lost all my patience by the time I hit the elevator. What moron stands halfway in and halfway out to finish a conversation. So I politely *cough* said, "In or OUT!" The chick inside looked and said 'what' with a snotty tone. Before I could finish the guy behind me said, "In or out. Of the elevator. Pick one." She got out. The next floor opens and we look around. As the door closes the chick behind me says, "Oh, that's my floor!" The guy and I look at each other and shrug shoulders. The door closed. She starts up, saying, "I missed my floor, damn it!" I turned to her and said, "Maybe you should think about standing towards the front... and paying attention... next time. I looked at the guy beside me. He was smiling. My floor came up. Finally! I said, "Oops! Better move it or lose it." He laughed. Finally, a sane person. I run to the office, open the door, and look at my friend. She grabs her pad and holds up a sign, "Get some last night?" A group of visiting doctors walk by, including some that I know. As I duck and slink into my cubicle, they walk by me. "Well, did you?" one friend asks. I scratch that itch that only a middle finger can scratch and sit down. I hear my friend writing. I get up and grab her fucking pad and pen. She starts whining about what she is going to writing on. I gave her my mini post-it notes. Shit. I need coffee.
I was late again! Argh!!! I throw on .... EVERYTHING... and bust my ass going to get to work. Some bimbo in front of me in the parking lot sees a parking slot and suddenly stops. What am I supposed to do, read her fucking mind??!?!? Turn on the damn blinker! Why do people think that all bets are off when you enter a parking lot? Why should I look out for the other car 'in case' they decide to stop. No blinker, nothing. And it wasn't even a Porsche. I'm gesturing on how to turn on the fucking blinker. I must have looked like I was having a seizure. The fun part is that we had to wait at the same light to cross the street. She stood way behind me. If I wasn't so damn late I would have given her an earful on what that little switch marked 'turn signal' is for.
I lost all my patience by the time I hit the elevator. What moron stands halfway in and halfway out to finish a conversation. So I politely *cough* said, "In or OUT!" The chick inside looked and said 'what' with a snotty tone. Before I could finish the guy behind me said, "In or out. Of the elevator. Pick one." She got out. The next floor opens and we look around. As the door closes the chick behind me says, "Oh, that's my floor!" The guy and I look at each other and shrug shoulders. The door closed. She starts up, saying, "I missed my floor, damn it!" I turned to her and said, "Maybe you should think about standing towards the front... and paying attention... next time. I looked at the guy beside me. He was smiling. My floor came up. Finally! I said, "Oops! Better move it or lose it." He laughed. Finally, a sane person. I run to the office, open the door, and look at my friend. She grabs her pad and holds up a sign, "Get some last night?" A group of visiting doctors walk by, including some that I know. As I duck and slink into my cubicle, they walk by me. "Well, did you?" one friend asks. I scratch that itch that only a middle finger can scratch and sit down. I hear my friend writing. I get up and grab her fucking pad and pen. She starts whining about what she is going to writing on. I gave her my mini post-it notes. Shit. I need coffee.