It is Thursday, after all. Someone needs to tell me how to do bullet points. Cause I love them and I want to use them. Help a girl out, k?
* The drivers in this town get worse every day. Did you know Las Vegas is one of the cities with the WORST drivers? They don’t pay attention, they don’t use their turn signals and they talk on their phone without an earbud all the time. Case in point, I got cut off this morning going down I-15 south by some asshat on the phone glued to his ear. I honked and he flipped me off. Hello? You’re the one that cut me off muther fucker.
* People who judge others for the way they do things. Just because you do something different than I do, does not make you a bad person. And vice versa. I express myself openly and honestly, doesn’t make it right or wrong, just is what it is. If we stop judging each other and let everyone just be themselves, maybe we’d have a better world?
* People who have called me crazy, stupid or any other negative word you’d like to use for deciding to move to San Diego. It’s OK that you think it’s a mistake. You’re allowed to think/feel that way, I won’t stop you. I wouldn’t even mind if you found a way to let me know this. But, if you could possibly help it, keep your negative attitude and judgmental sayings to yourself. All that will do is piss me off and make me want to do it more sooner, mmkay?
* Snobby people who think their shit don’t stink and are so stuck on themselves they can’t be bothered with making new friends or even being nice to people. You suck and you are not all that and a bag of skittles.
* I think that’s about it for now and besides that, I have to run down the hall and use the restroom (not that you needed to know that…just wanted to share!)
Until next time….
Since it is Thursday, I couldn’t think of a finer day for this shit to happen.
The SO’s “recruiting event” that I had found online was being held at the Del Mar Fairgrounds. I figured, well it’s a Racetrack and don’t all racetracks have fairgrounds? (DUH). I do the mapquest thing and figure out how to get there. Luckily for me, I drove up that way yesterday when I took my day trip up to San Clemente and Dana Point, so I knew where I was going this time.
I get there and what do you know, it’s the San Diego County Fair going on. OH FUCK! is my first reaction. So I pay my 9 fucking dollars for parking (this was at 10:30 am). I park and have to take a tram into the fair area cause it was a hike.
I get to the front gate - tickets to get IN to the fair cost 12 dollars. UGH. I ask someone before buying, if the SO’s stand/booth was inside and they gave me directions on how to get there. I pay for my 12 dollar ticket - which I’m not really even going to use cause I’m not there for the fair. Thank God I wore jeans and a t-shirt.
I start walking towards the in-field area - where their booth is located. I get there and there are two really nice ladies behind the booth. They were both Crime Prevention Specialists (something for me to look into!!)
Unfortunately, the people manning the booth yesterday did not leave them anything in the recruiting way, so they had nothing for me. They explained to me about the website and how I can my name on a list or two for certain positions and maybe just get my foot in the door.
One of them mentioned that once I got my foot in the door - with my previous experience, I’d be able to test for higher positions pretty fast because they require a certain amount of years - but not necessarily with the SDSO.
I was irritated, so I walked around the fair a bit and then left and got back to Lockheed’s at about 1:30. Here I sit. Going to take a nap now cause we have happy hour with his co-workers in about 3 hours.
Until next time….
To dentists who don’t know how to give a shot of novacaine? FOAD!!!! The roof of my mouth was NOT meant for a big as fucking needle to be poked into it. OK? Do you understand me? I can handle the cheeky areas of my mouth that you poke that needle into. But the roof of my mouth? Give me a fucking break. AND THEN to fuss at me when I whimper cause that shit hurts? You’re lucky I like you lady. Otherwise I’d put my foot up your ass.
Embarq? Your DSL services suck ass worse than Sprint when they were running it. After having my DSL off and on for the last 7 days, more off than on, it’s finally working for the 2nd day in a row. Surprisingly you did something right. You fixed it. I’m still switching to Cox cable modem. FOAD!
Two faced people at work. Get over yourself and know that if I hear one more thing about me or my boss, I’m bringing it to you. I have no fear of confrontation with you because I’ve put up with your snooty ways and looks and treatment for the last 5 months. I’m done. If you have something to say about me or to me, please do so to my face. Pull your big girl pants up and face me. Otherwise, keep your shit up and FOAD.
Mother nature. What are you doing to my sinuses? I’m sensitive in that area you know. I’m getting kind of tired of being congested and stuffed up. When I blow my nose, I get blood in the mornings. Allergies and sinuses are tender things, why have the wind blowing at 50 fucking miles per hour? (a bit of an exaggeration there). Allergies and sinus problems can FOAD. I hate this wind. I think Las Vegas should have a new nickname. Instead of Sin City it should be Windy City, Jr. Anyone who lives here will agree with me.
Stupid commercials by Embarq. I think I’m a hater people. What is up with this? Those stupid fucking songs in those stupid fucking commercials. GAH!!!! FOAD.
And for what has gone on today in my life, I’ll be posting again shortly.
Until next time….
This is my first FOAD Thursday in quite some time, so please be patient.
My first FOAD goes out to the insurance companies of this country. Dental insurance sucks ass and it’s ridiculously lopsided from the medical. As an example, my hysterectomy cost over $25,000 - closer to $30,000. Out of pocket? I paid a little over $400. OH, and I spent 3 days in the hospital too. Medical Insurance fucking rocks.
My dental? On Tuesday I had three procedures done (and was in that chair almost 4 hours). I had a root canal on an upper left tooth, I had a build up done on that same tooth - to get it ready for a crown, and I had a build up and temp crown put on the bottom left tooth they had done the root canal on a few weeks ago. Want to know how much it cost me? Out of pocket I paid $1100 something. How fucking lopsided is that?
I’ve had two teeth worked on and one tooth pulled in the last 2 months and my dental insurance is topped out. Out of pocket I have paid close to $1600 for my dental work. It’s fucking lopsided. It pisses me off. What pisses me off more, is when someone without insurance at all has to have work like this done. That would make it worse.
So to the Nation’s Dental Insurance companies, FUCK OFF AND DIE! Money hungry fucktards. I hate you.
My second FOAD goes to the drivers and pedestrians of this city (once again - they seem to get a lot of these) because they don’t know how to drive or follow the laws. First, let’s start with pedestrians who get off of the CAT bus and then run into 3 lanes of 45mph traffic. Hmmm that’s pretty smart if you ask me.
Fucking dumbasses, don’t you watch the news? 37% of all our fatals this year have been auto/ped. And 76% of those auto/peds have been pedestrian error. Fucking stop crossing the street unless your in a crosswalk. They are there for a reason you dumb fucks. To save your life. If you aren’t in a crosswalk, you don’t have the right of way (unlike so many think). The law will NOT protect you unless you are in a crosswalk. Walk that extra 10 feet to the fucker, OK? If not, you can FUCK OFF AND DIE.
My third and final FOAD goes out to two-faces snakey co-workers. We recently had the television show CSI here filming a documentary to show the public what our scientists and CSI’s REALLY do. So many think that what they see on TV is how it’s done in the lab and it’s so not that way. Anyway. One co-worker didn’t want to have anythign to do with the filming until the very end when we all got photos with David Hall. Figures.
This same co-worker talks out both sides of her ass on things. My boss is very inquisitive. Wants to know everything there is to know about how this place runs. He doesn’t want to know the specific job functions, just the general overlay of things. We get one piece of information from said co-worker, Two Faced One is her new name. At the end of the month, a report is generated and it contradicts what Two Faced One has told us. My boss wants to know why. He asks her and she skimmies and hems and haws on the answers. Back peddles and makes excuses.
My boss called Quality Assurance in to do an assessment of the lab, to see where we can improve on things to make it better for the people who work here. Nothing negative really in this assessment (unless they are doing something wrong - it’ll be pointed out). Two Faced One tells my boss that she is excited that QA is coming in for this and says it’s really exciting for the lab itself.
The QA guy gets here Monday, meets with the Two Faced One and is told that his presence is resented and she feels he is not needed here. If the Boss would just sit back, observe and ask questions, he would learn what he needs to learn.
OK. Understandable she would say such a thing, giving her the benefit of the doubt. However! There are huge discrepancies in what she tells us to what gets produced on the monthly stats report.
Two Faced One deserves a big old Fuck off and Die just cause she’s two faced. Fucking man up and take accountability for your shortcomings. It’s difficult I know, cause I have a hard time doing it with my shortcomings, but I do it and I’m always a better person for it in the end.
Until next time…
Here we go again. Another week has passed and I’m having trouble remember who/what has pissed me off. I’m sure someone has. I’m sure something has. I just can’t currently think of what has really pissed me off enough to send out some FOADs.
I could send a FOAD to my teeth cause I’m about to have a root canal and I hate them. I’m scared shitless about tomorrow’s procedure and it irritates me.
I could send a FOAD to my morbid curiousity cause I’ve learned the hard way that curiousity kills the Kat (haha). Ya know?
I could send out a FOAD to people who have no idea how to drive, merge or generally be a good driver. I’ve seen people putting on make up. I’ve seen people on their cell phones cut people off while driving (including me). They get so caught up in their conversation on the phone, they fail to look to see if anyone is in the lane they want. Oops.
I could send out a FOAD to snotty people. Especially those who get it in their heads they are better than anyone else. Especially those who are so snobbish, don’t even talk to people unless they are rich, have a degree in some science or kiss their ass so much, their noses have turned brown from the ass kissin.
I could send a FOAD to some men in the world (please note I said SOME - not all). I am not a man hater and I am not a man basher. I believe the assholes of the world are both male and female.
I guess that’s my FOAD for the week. On a lighter note, I got in contact with the people planning my 20 year high school reunion and before I could help myself, I volunteered to help the planning. *sigh* Hopefully they don’t take me up on that. hahaha
Until next time….
Did you doubt I would participate this week? I have a whole week’s worth of angst built up just for today.
As everyone knows, Las Vegas recently played host to the NBA All-Star Game and the festivities surrounding that. There were “jam” sessions and “meet” the players sessions and all kinds of hooplah associated with it.
I think NBA players getting involved in the community (some helped Habitat for Humanity build a house) and other things is awesome and they should be applauded for their efforts in bettering our community. The economic benefits to the community were huge too.
Overall, the weekend was a success. There were a few problems here and there (you know what I mean, like shootings and stabbings and fights) near the end of the weekend.
I worked overtime in the command post for this event. I worked swing shift Friday through Monday. I had originally planned on taking Monday off, due to lack of major activity. After working 3pm to 10pm for three nights, I was tired. It wasn’t super hard on me, but it was hard nonetheless after working 7am to 4pm for the last 4 years.
However, early Monday morning proved to be our busiest time during the weekend. We had 3 separate shooting incidents throughout the valley, with at least 2 of them being NBA related. When I say NBA related, I mean NBA activities were occurring at those locations at the time of the shootings. I got called in to work the command post again at 6pm on Monday night.
I was there until 1am Tuesday morning and nothing happened. We had a few traffic things and NHP got into a vehicle pursuit, which we helped with the apprehension of the two suspects.
My FOAD is in no way, shape or form, directed at the NBA or it’s players. This FOAD is directed at the fans who came to town thinking they would get into the game or the other activities without having bought tickets.
This FOAD is directed to those gang members who came from all over the country just to cause shit on our streets. To the shooters of each incident over the weekend, to the people who were rude to the service industry workers, the thugs who refused to pay their bills, tip their servers, obey the law and generally respect our city…..FUCK OFF AND DIE.
To the asshats who came here with the sole intention of causing problems on the Strip and in other areas of our town (you know, the topless clubs), FUCK OFF AND DIE.
I’ve done a lot of thinking and analyzing on this and I’ve decided actually having a NBA team here in town would not be a bad thing…however, I hope the NBA All-Star game never comes back to this town. Not because of the players or the NBA itself, but because of the element of crime it brought with it.
I have a few FOAD’s for terratorial co-workers too. I sit at my desk for 9 hours in a day and I have enough work to keep me busy for maybe 4 of those hours. Being the cool person that I am, I asked them what I could help them with. They all held onto their work like I was asking them for their first born. Good Lord. So I let them keep it all, if they want to work their asses off for nothing - fucking let em. Fuckers. I did, however, take away one duty from each of the 3 and they can fuck off and die if they don’t like it.
As the Admin Assistant, I’m the lead clerical worker. Numero uno for the support staff. I like to work, I don’t like sitting around with my thumb up my ass just because some people I work with don’t want to give up their work.
Did I mention some of them work overtime to finish their work? WTF?!?!?!?!?! No wonder they don’t want to give it up, they want the money. Fuckers.
My puppy peed on my bed again. Fucker. She’s a bitch. I’m mad at her. She’s no longer allowed to sleep on my bed. Period. I sure hope I don’t give in cause she’s a cutey patootey and I don’t want to give in.
Until next time….
WOW, here we are again on a Fuck Off And Die Thursday. I have a few FOAD’s I want to send out. One of them is a repeat and will continue to appear weekly until I let go of the resentment. The other is a fairly new one, developed over the last week and landing full force today, with the arrival of the NBA All-Star Weekend.
I’ve been packing up my office and listing things on e-Bay to get rid of. I’ve started a box in my office of things that I have listed on there and another box of things I’m going to take the Events Committee for GA so they can sell it at their garage sale.
I’m slowly getting my Partylite stuff together for the 2 day cash and carry sale I’m having the first weekend of March. And the entire time I’m doing all of this? I’m cursing under my breath. I’m wishing death upon one person.
That’s right. If you haven’t figured it out yet, it’s the Finance Lady. If it weren’t for her, we would not be packing shit up. If it weren’t for her, we’d be staying in this beautiful house that we can no longer afford - no matter what. If it weren’t for her I wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck, mom wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck either. Finance Lady can fuck off and die.
The second FOAD is to the NBA and their All-Star Weekend festivities bullshit. A lot of my friends have had their days off canceled. They are working 12 hour shifts from today until Tuesday of next week. For what? A bunch of fucking basketball players and their gangsta entourages. I’m not pointing fingers at the players. I think some of them are extremely talented. I also think some of them associate with some thugs and those thugs are going to be the trouble makers this weekend.
They’ve already had some art thefts at the Fashion Show Mall. They’ve already had the “distraction” style thefts in those stores. A group comes in, some distract the sales clerks and the others walk out with the shit they want.
So to all those thugs who came to town with the NBA players and the cause of my friends losing their days off and me working overtime this weekend - FUCK OFF AND DIE.
I’m a huge sports fan. I love sports. The Mayor of this City has been trying to get a professional sports team here to Vegas. That would be phenomenal. If it were football or baseball. But he’s talking basketball now and I hate basketball. Here I was getting all ready to be a season ticket holder for a baseball or football team. Fuck that. So to whoever decided on us needing a professional basketball team? FUCK OFF AND DIE.
Bring me a baseball team. Bring me a football team. Fuck!!! I’d even take a hockey team in the middle of the fucking desert. But WHY WHY WHY basketball? GAHHHHHH!!!!
OK, back to packing, cleaning, organizing and cursing the Finance Lady, the thugs who came to town and the Mayor and his team of brilliant sports fans.
Until next time….
Awww here we are again. Fuck Off and Die Thursday. Lots of people have pissed me off the last two weeks (please remember I didn’t do one last week - so I’m playing catch up, k?)
There are a few sets of people who have NOT pissed me off in the last two weeks. Family, friends (including my boss) and bloggers have not pissed me off. Amazing a blogger didn’t piss in my wheaties. Unless I’m forgetting something. Hmmm
First I have to say, fuck off and die to the IRS. I know, I know, I know, shame on me for saying. I hate paying taxes (but I will cause it’s the right thing to do) and I hate trying to fill out those forms (but I will cause I want my refund). I work my ass off each year and get nothing in return. Well, I take that back, I do get a few hundred back each year. YAY for me.
The next FOAD goes to the chica I trained at the station. She still doesn’t get it and calls me with some questions that should have been acted on as soon as she got them. She waited anywhere from 6 to 24 hours to call and ask. She absolutely refuses to look shit up in the manuals made available to her.
To some of my co-workers who have BA’s in some kind of science, like chemistry or biology. Fuck you. I’m not an idiot, nor am I dumber than a bag of rocks. So we chose different career paths, who fucking cares? I’m 37 fucking years old, talk to me like an adult. If there’s something I don’t understand (like when you speak your native tongue of chemistry/biology/any other science) I’ll fucking let you know. Stop condescending me and those around you who do not have degrees from a college in some kind of fucking forensic science. I don’t give a fuck about that degree. We would not be able to do each other’s jobs, so we are square. Mmmmkay? Fuck off and die you egotistical asses. Thanks.
Once again, a big, mighty Fuck Off And Die must go to the drivers in Las Vegas. You fucking suck when you tailgate me, thinking I’m going to plow through the car in front of me to go faster. Fuck you. You fucking suck when you don’t use your turn signals to change lanes. That’s why the makers put those things in your car, to let the rest of us know you are changing lanes or turning. Dumb asses. So fuck off and die and take your road rage and shove it up your ass.
The house situation. It’s a nightmare. I hate it. I hate every second my mom and I are going through it. I pray and meditate every day and night that this will be over soon. It’s stressful for mom and it’s raising my anxiety levels again. I’m not sleeping well, I’m getting antsy and angry at the drop of a hat. I even broke down in tears on Monday when I called our Real Estate Agent (who, by the way, is running some numbers for us and will get with us Friday at a GA meeting). The Finance Lady can Fuck Off and Die. The interest rate that keeps going up can fuck off and die. The higher than fucking high mortgage payment can fuck off and die.
OK. I think I’m done for now. If this sounded angry, well….that’s good cause I’m feeling angry! I went to the gym and lasted 10 minutes on the elliptical trainer!!!! yeeehawwww!!! That made my day!! Got a good work out and I finished my taxes when I got home. Now I’m going to go relax.
Until next time….
Did you see that? My mom commented on my blog. Holy shit!!!! I’m in shock! Don’t let it scare you folks. She’s cool and she knows me better than anyone. My mom and I are more like friends than we are mother/daughter.
I’m in a fairly good mood today, I got more sleep than the night before. I’m still exhausted from splitting my time between the two bureaus, but I’m getting through it.
So I heard a rumor that today is FOAD Thursday. It’s one of my favorite days of the week. I get to sit down, think about who has pissed me off in the last week and then tell them to fuck off. How cool is that?
I think this post will be a little different in that I don’t tell these people to fuck off, I just vent about how they pissed me off. We can all presume that since they pissed me off, I’d like to tell them to fuck off and die.
One of my co-workers at the station seriously pissed me off. I can’t really get into why, cause of the sensitivity of our work. However, I can say it pisses me off when people don’t do their job. I don’t give a flying fuck what is going on in your personal life, suck it up and do your job when you are at work.
Now, to some, that may sound cold hearted. However, I’d like ya’ll to know I’m a very compassionate person until you push the limits of expectation of compassion. We all have personal problems and sometimes it’s difficult to not bring them to work. I’ve learned over the years to not let my personal problems interfere or affect my job.
Certain people in my life like to point out that I’ve gained weight. No fucking shit? Have I really? I never fucking noticed. Here I thought I had to go out and buy a size bigger clothing just for shits and giggles. Give me a fucking break. I KNOW I’ve gained 15 pounds. I KNOW I’m chunkier than I was last year at this time. Fucking quit telling me. Thanks.
That pimple on my chin? WOW thanks for pointing that out in front of a fuckton of people. People who point out the obvious physical traits I have (including pimples) fucking stop, OK? I KNOW I have a pimple on my chin, thanks for embarrassing me in front of people. I appreciate that. Fuck you.
And on that note, (insert sarcasm here) I’m going to go pop my pimple while I gorge myself with some fattening food so I can get fatter. And I want to get fatter, just so you fucks can tell me how much weight I’ve gained, cause I love to hear that.
Have I mentioned it’s windy again today? What.the.fuck.
Until next time…
Guess what today is? You will never ever in your wildest imagination be able to figure it out. Well, I’m here to tell you what day it is. The day of the week where I tell people to Fuck Off and Die. Yup, that’s right people! It’s Fuck Off and Die Thursday! WOOOOT!!
I’ve been thinking about this post all day long. There are a lot of changes going on at work this week, that don’t make sense to me. I’m not one throw a fit at work, unless it’s something so blatantly out there, it catches my attention and won’t let go.
These changes are happening on paper this Saturday (the 30th). The changes don’t become physically official until Tuesday (the 2nd). New Year’s Eve is mixed in there, that’s why it’s not happening “physically” until after the holiday weekend. The changes have screwed some people out of overtime and days off. That irritates me. No, it doesn’t effect me directly, but damnit these are my peoples. These are my guys and my gals getting fucked out of days off and overtime money.
I don’t know who to direct this first FOAD too (I have an idea tho). But I will say whoever made this decision? Get your head outta your ass and please FOAD. Thanks.
As many know, I’ll be working in both places for awhile, until I can get my replacement trained and up to speed on certain things. I’ll be working 1 day a week at the place I’m in now for the next two weeks. After that, when she comes to work, I’ll be working 1-2 days over there a week and the rest in my new assignment.
I’m doing this because it’s the right thing to do. My replacement has never worked in patrol before, so there is a lot of information she has never dealt with. If I don’t help her out, she will be set up for failure and that’s unacceptable to me.
My second FOAD goes to myself for being so fucking “nice” and volunteering to do this in the middle of this cluster fuck of changes. Because did I mention that not only do we have these changes the 30th, but there are also huge changes on the 13th and the 27th of January. YAY me. However, I will still do it.
Iraq. It’s a touchy subject. Hussein’s sentence has been held up by the higher court and he’s going to be executed. By hanging. Good riddance. FOAD to all those who don’t support the troops. I don’t give a fuck if you support the reason we are there, I barely do that. What pisses me off is when people blame the soldiers. The troops who volunteer to protect our rights, who volunteer to do the work they are doing. The troops over there dying and getting shot at while we are here sleeping and safe. Fucking give them a break. And please, FOAD.
My new office. Not a person, but a place. I fucking hate it. I took my boxes over there this afternoon and I wanted to go puke. FOAD to that little alcove in the hallway which I will call my 2nd home for approximately one year. I’ll get used to it eventually.
OK I think I’m done for now. I’m feeling very angry today and traffic didn’t help. OH!!! one more FOAD before I go. To the driver who honked at me for not turning right when there was a big fucking sign that said NO RIGHT TURN ON RED. That, to me, means I can’t turn right unless the light is green. 10 seconds will not fucking kill you to wait for the light to turn. FOAD to you asshat.
Until next time…