Right before Christmas, I got my oil changed. I pull up to this Jiffy Lube type place and give the attendant my keys. Or is he a mechanic? Anyway, after asking me how many miles I have on my car (can't he just look at the odometer; I am out of my car at the time?), he asks nicely, "So what type of oil would you like us to use?"
My first reaction was to think to myself, "How the hell do I know. If I knew what type of oil to use, I would probably be able to change my own darned oil." I was just about to say "motor oil" (it is a kind of oil), when I thought I would ask, "What kind would you recommend?"
And he started out by saying, "Little Lady, I would suggest . . . ." And I did not hear his suggestion because I was pissed at being called a little lady. It just seems demeaning. And I know, some people talk that way, but I don't have to like it.
Before I got really upset, I imagined two attractive women kissing, and the anger just subsided into the two pair of lips gently touching.
Where was I?
A fecking cold office
Okay, I am the first one in the office today, and of course, the person who has the knowledge and expertise with the thermostat controls is out this week. Who the hell takes the week after Christmas off, anyways?
So I am freezing!
I work with a bunch of men with bellies, and I swear their bellies keep them warmer and they can't tell it is freekin' cold in here. Luckily after complaining about the cold for months, I finally remembered to bring in a sweater. Actually, I should have said "re-bring in" the sweater. I have had it in and out of the office for years. I just take it home to clean it every once in a while. And the sweater helps.
It is actually the ugliest sweater I own. Not that it is ugly, but it is a simple white sweater. I call it my "Mr. Roger's" sweater.
Out of a Funk
I am not sure if you noticed or not, but I have been reflective recently. Translation: my blog has really sucked lately. By lately, I mean over the last six months or so. But for some odd reason, I am feeling better. Maybe it is because I am exercising more, or that the days are finally getting longer, or I am in the middle of a really good book. Actually, I would be in a better mood if I got laid last night. But it is not like it was seventeen months between events.
3. My Stories. Yeah, I have a few erotic stories here. I know, they are not all that good, but they were fun to write. Don't read them if this offends you (and they represent less than 1% of the content here). These stories have elements of truth and fantasy, some more true than others. Complain about something that is a bit more substantive if you must complain. I have lots of faults.
