The Goon(ie)s

I know, I'm terribly sporadic with my blogging, but I finally have something for you guys.
yesterday, after gym class, I was minding my own business, talking to my friend, and this woman comes up to us asking if we'll cuss someone out for her since we were both apparently "cussing pretty good".

Then she proceeds to tell us that she's not good at cussing people out, so she had her daughter do it, and one of her friends, even. Some woman has been texing her really long paragraphs since six in the morning (things I genuinely don't give .26ths of a rat's ass about), and that she'd have just gone over and beaten the woman up.

Then she asks again if we'll do it. we both say no, but she's no listening, oh no. she's already pulling the woman's number up in her phone, giving me a script of what she'd want to say (but can't), and now the phone is dialing "pig"...really? she doesn't even get a real name? so she puts the phone up to my ear, and all I hear is "hello...hello? ... hello?"

I start apologizing to the woman and tell her that it's the wrong number (meaning I've dialed the wrong number, not her, of course), and the original woman takes her phone back. Except now, she and my friend are making fun of me for saying "it's the wrong number"...
BITCH, you're the one who wanted to call her, not me. I even told you I wouldn't cuss her out.
1) I don't know the woman who bothers you,
2) she's never done anything to me
and 3) you are the same bitch who punched me in the back during this friend's dance class for absolutely no readon other than that you decided to stand directly behind me and don't know how to say "excuse me"...
FUCK NO I'm not helping you out. you can hide behind your goons all you want, I'm not one of them.
and Friend? I didn't exactly see you jump up to help this dumbass. You don't get to laugh. At all.

yup...that's about it. Now I"m off to work, but things have been getting really slow there, which makes me sad. I just hope they aren't sending people home early, but it's the weekday, and they generally do send people home early...so...good luck to me, I guess.

Hot running water saves lives

Or noses, at least.

Public transportation issues:

today, I was stuck on a crowded bus next to a guy who just gives off a paedo vibe, and he was stinky.

How does he give off such a vibe, you ask? (You probably didn't but I'm telling you anyway). I've been stuck behind this dude before, and maybe he's just a friendly older dude, idk, but he sits down, arranges his three bags (at least one of them is some sort of instrument (musical) holster, probably a flute or something, idk.), and starts talking to this girl who literally doesn't want anything to do with him, and he chats her ear off for the entire ride ( I only know this because that day, I happened to be looking for slug bugs, so I was tearing myself from tumblr a lot - I know, I'm an addict), until he finally got off the bus.

Today, I was expecting a very important call about my Gram, but I had my headphones in, almost full blast, and I noticed him trying to talk to me.

What goes through my mind: Eew, you stink, I'm waiting for an important call, do you not see that I just changed to song on my mp3 player, yes you do, shut the hell up, important call, is it coming yet? Not now, yet? smelly, where's the call?

That's basically how my brain was working. Rude, but truthful, and no, not of it came out of my mouth, I'm not that rude.

So anyway, I'm going about my anxious business again, and he keeps scooting closer. I'm already pissed 'cuz I'm stuck between stink, and hard bags, along with the fact that my call has still not come. So I sit up, because a of all) I've slumped down, and b of all) He's squishing me, and then he gets mad that I sat up.

I'm like (in my brain, of course), "Mothafucka, you are squishing me and you don't see me lashing the fuck out...) So pissed.

So, anyway, that was just today.

there are bus drivers who see people standing on a bus stop, or maybe they're running their hardest, and they're usually not that far away, but the bus driver just keeps going. I can understand if they're pressed for time, and really can't afford a 5 second stop, I guess, if that's possible, but I always notice that (and luckily, I'm always on these busses) they are usually early when they decide to skip these people who now have to wait an entire hour for another bus. Yeah, they probably should have been out earlier, but it's like five seconds, dude. Stop being a speed demon.

I especially hate this if later, they have a layover, anyway. Like, dude, you could have had more people if you would have taken a chill pill, yo.

Yeah...That's about it, really. 

Cover it up! and Work.

Hi, all. I’m back with a work-related post, well, kind of, anyway. Just not the first three paragraphs, not including this one. 

     It’s really about clothing styles that irk me. The first is easy, leggings. To me, they are not pants. I don’t care if they have pockets now. If it is made of spandex or similar material, it is not outerwear. You may choose to wear them all you like in lieu of pants, go ahead, continue. Don’t take this personally. It’s just this:

      I am not out to stare at your ass or (as it’s been noted here, and apparently it’s rather prevalent) “camel toe”. No one wants to see that – well, there may be guys who want to, I guess, and it may just not be something you’ve thought of. Or maybe it has, I don’t know, it’s really your prerogative. I just happen to not like it.

Are there cute leggings? Yes, of course. Are they cuter with a skirt or shorts over them? In my opinion, yes. But that’s not the point of my post today. It’s going to be a rant, sort of, so sit tight.

        After I got off of work today, I was minding my own business on the bus, when I saw a girl get on with rather nicely done makeup. It may or may not have been gyaru style, but it struck me as such, initially. It was dramatic, anyway. She was really pretty, and so was her dress. … until I noticed that it wasn’t a dress when she went to find a seat (the bus was crowded, so I thought it was a dress for a long time). Once her outfit was in clear sight, I saw that the “dress” stopped about mid-hip. She had black “things that were not shorts” on under it, so I guess the world got a free show of her undies…needless to say, that is not what comes to mind when I think “cute outfit!”. I don’t know what happened to covering up, but it seems like while most people see to enjoy it, there’s a growing number of those who do  not.

       Now, back to work. I never actually talk about my work life, really. I only work weekends again (yeah, so much for “structure”), but I don’t mind that too much. So, anyway, work is like a big clique at my job. Probably because the main girls there all go to school together, and they’ve been working there for a long time, but they make it known when you aren’t accepted in their little group (it is rather small, right now. My former ride left, and despite having started on the same day as me, he was immediately accepted).

    I don’t mind so much now that I have people to talk to. My paleo buddy left, but I have Biker, Blue, and Black . Black is accepted in the group, but that doesn’t bother me, because we still talk.

You might be wondering why this seems like such a big deal, so I’ll tell you now. We work in the same part of the stand. I’ll only be dealing with nicknames for people just to keep privacy. (My real name isn’t even Olive, so…yeah.) There’s the Ringleader, Slim, and Twin. I don’t have anything against the group, personally, it’s just that work is not high school, and after months of feeling rather isolated, it’s just annoying.

     One thing that annoyed me last weekend was the fact that I never really talk to the ringleader (it’s a two-way street, of course. I’m just not the type to initiate conversation, and two of them seem to have the idea that I’d even think about stalking them…idk), but I was talking with Biker, the subject matter being my boyfriend, and the Ringleader decides to cut in and ask which building he works in.

I thought nothing of it, and since I’m not good at describing things, anyway, just said some stuff and went about my business. But after we were done tearing down, I realized what happened in that exchange, and it bugged me a bit.

1. 1)   >.> …you never talk to me, but you want to know where my boyfriend works?
2. 2)   …You were not a part of this conversation, and it concerns you in no way
3. 3)   …Even if you did decide to come to his building, because of his job, you would not be there very long.

My boyfriend is a security guard. He also doesn’t like people, especially the nosy ones, I could list other attributes my boyfriend doesn’t like, but that’d be kind of rude, so I’ll leave off. I’m not saying that the Ringleader really even wanted to go see my boyfriend’s building, it was just all kinds of rude, in my opinion.

I guess nothing really happened today, except to reiterate my point that these girls think I’m going to stalk them, I over heard one of them saying that she was going to one of the temples I used to go to with someone else a couple of years ago. Thinking she was a regular and that I might have seen her there before, I asked if she goes there often. She got so scared for only G_d knows what reason (even if I were into girls, I’m very sure she would not be my type, and I’m not a stalker), and then I clarified that I knew one of the families that has been at the temple basically since it got started there.

Talk about self-absorbed. Really? I want to stalk someone? On one of their holidays no less? Someone I never talk to? Reallllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? I'm seriously "not about that life"...

      Another incident is where the Ringleader was talking about this club I used to go to. I just told them some things they should know, because they were useful to me (the things I told her) And she got all shocked and asked if I go there. I told her that I hadn’t been in years, which is true, and I don’t actually plan on going to that club again, to be honest. I’d rather try a different one out for a change, but anyway, she turned around and shouted to J (who mind you is in his 40’s with 3 or 4 children) that he should join her and whoever else was going.

      Did I want an invite? No, because I really don’t want to associate with them outside of work if I don’t have to, mostly based on the way they act. Also, I have no intentions of visiting that club again in the future, no real reason other than that there are many other clubs I could go to, or there’s a sky bar I’ve been interested in for a while. Did I still find it incredibly rude? Of course. It may or may not have been, but the way I was raised, if someone tells you about something you should know, and you don’t want them to go to it, at least wait to invite the people/person you do want to hang out with once that person is gone.

       Oh well, rude or not, Karma gets everyone. Nice and not so nice alike. I like to believe I’m a rather nice person, but after being shoved around so much of my life, I’ve had enough. Now I stand my ground, and if you piss me off, you will be notified. If it was an accident, it can be worked out, if it was on purpose, you literally cease to exist to me. I’m not saying that I “get rid” of you, but outside of a professional manner or being minimally civil (if you are behind me and I’m going out of a door, I will hold it), expect no more than that.

         I’m sure we’ve also been through my character coming into question. I know I have good moral standing. If you tell me that I’m doing something morally wrong just because you aren’t getting in on the same deals, or whatever it is, and I know my morals are sound, you also don’t exist to me. You didn’t raise me, I didn’t grow up with you, and from the sounds of it, anyone calling my morals into question has to be jealous of something, because while I may not be perfect, I know right from wrong, and I do the right thing most of the time (unless it’s simply “the lesser of two evils”, in which case, there’s no winning, anyway).

Wow, what a rant. I think that’s all for now. It was a big, busy weekend since my boyfriend’s parents, brother and sister came into town. I was working during most of their stay, so I hope when they come by again I won’t be so busy. Also, his mom made some super delicious cherry pie. ^__________________________^ (My fave!)