Well, what an utterly exhausting and annoying day I had, well only a few parts of it, but still....

So I had to be at work at 3 am again for the third day in a row, just like every week, so I am used to being completely delerious by Saturday, but today in particular, I had to take my kids to a birthday party after I finished my 8 hour shift. I couldn't say no, I mean this girl and my daughter have been friends since preschool so for about 8 years now.

Anyway, the mom, who drives me absolutely crazy, which is really hard to do by the way, tells me to be there at noon so I take a change of clothes to work with me and change before driving over to the place to meet Rich who is bringing the kids from home. I get there and she isn't there yet, and then doesn't show up for another 35 minutes as we sit there waiting... so when she finally does grace us with her presence, she is pissed because she has told the place where she was having the party at that she did not need balloons or plates or anything because she had already bought a bunch of stuff. She is yelling at her daughter, and mine, YELLING! to have them clear the plates and cups that the place had set up so she can decorate the one really long table that is reserved for her party.

Now I have complained before to Rich about this lady and he always tells me to just be nice... shocking really cause I am ALWAYS nice, even if I don't like you.... anyway I should interject at this point that I am a total control freak. I usually end up in the middle of whatever is going on at the moment because people are so disorganized and I can just do so much better so I guess I feel it is my duty to do it. In fact I think people actually expect it from me now which brings me to the next part of the story.

So I am just sitting there, watching her freak out and YELL at MY kid to help her, and Rich is watching me and can tell that the wheels in my head are turning and he is laughing, wondering how long it is gonna take me to get up and kick some ass and take over. I see him laughing and then decide to keep my ass firmly planted on the bench it's currently on because it's not my party, I'm exhausted and I don't know how much more I can actually handle from her at the moment, and I hate it when he thinks he knows me so well.

Well that lasted like a minute... maybe, because then the waiter guy showed up who was supposed to host the party or whatever and she freaked out at him and that was it. He was looking at me like HELP! So I get up and go into Viv mode and in like two minutes the tableclothes were on with her placemats and plates and napkins and cups, each place setting identical. Well, she put Rich to work assembling goodie bags for the kids and then I laughed at him cause he won't say no, no matter how bad he wants to. Anyway, now me and the waiter guy are having unspoken conversations because this lady is a total freak...

So Rich is about to take my son to go play in the arcade when she stops him and asks him to please hang up some streamers, which he has been avoiding thus far. I laugh again, and then decide I had better help him since I am sure he has no idea what he is doing. Well he hangs the middle up for me, since I am just so short and then I send him off to play in the arcade. Well some lady at the next table asks me if I have made the glass snowmen she has put all over the table and I laugh because they are all obviously (at least to me) store bought but I ask her why she thought that, did she think I seemed like the crafty type... cause I am, but I just wondered and then another lady yelled at me to stop making her look bad with all the decorations and my only defense was "It's not even my party!"

So then we eat, and the kids go off to play and ride rides. I am dwindling down at this point and so ready to go home, but we can't yet because we still have to have cake and sing and open presents, etc. Long story already, but she can tell I want to go now and knows I am tired and that I have already worked today, so she starts offering to let my daughter stay and that she will drive her home later. Well, and let me make this perfectly clear when I tell you this, the words 'NOT EVEN OVER MY DEAD BODY" don't begin to cover it and I'll tell you why. She is a drunk, and Rich even said when we got there that he could smell the alcohol on her... think I am letting my kid get in a car with her ever? Nuh uh!

So my daughter starts getting an attitude, like 10 year olds do , so I have to drag her little behind off away from everyone to tell her, which up until this point I have kept a secret because she didn't really need to know, that this mom has a drinking problem and that it would be so unsafe for her to be in a car with that mom driving. I make her swear and promise not to repeat what I have just told her, even to her friend who's mom this is, especially her.

Anyway, I am now so tired and frustrated and pissed that I have had to be put into that situation in the first place that I really need to go, but it's time for cake now so I wait. What a mistake! I watched as we sang Happy Birthday and then they sang the Spanish version as well because that is her culture right before her mom shoves her face into the cake! Then proceeds to serve that same cake to the guests! I was so out of there! I left Rich and the kids there and came straight home. He followed like 45 minutes later after the presents had been opened and more rides had been riden.

Aside from that, and yes there is more, an old guy hit on me today... well not really old, but old for me, probably like 45. Anyway I am the scan coordinator at the store I work in so I am reaponsible for scan accuracy at the register when you purchase something. So I was doing an audit of the store, checking for expired sale tags. If I find an expired tag I pull it off the shelf and then I stick it on my sweater sleeve until I can put them onto a piece of paper at end, keeping them separated by department, so I effectively have them stuck to me in groups. Anyway, so the weird guy passes me on an aisle and says, "Selling yourself pretty cheap there aren't you?" So I give him a look that says I know you didn't just f**kin say that to me. He is so lucky, in my delerious and exhausted state that I didn't actually say anything out loud.... So he goes on to try and explain with a huge ass foot in his mouth how he said that because I have price tags all over me, as if I didn't understand why he had said what he said. So my only response was, "Well, I have so many (tags on me) it just depends what you want." I walked away! LOSER! Hehehehe

So I have the next two days off, and thank goodness, cause I will definately need that long to recover from all this! The project is coming along nicely and should be reasy for it's unveiling in about 2-3 weeks I'd say. Thanks to my motivator, who recently told me he was proud, yes I said PROUD of me!! SO excited about that! And to my partner in crime here, my collaborative partner, no words will ever be enough sweetie!

Love you all, MWAH!

Viv