Proving Robby Wrong

NASCAR

Dear Robby Gordon:

So you said Mikey was "not the nice guy everyone thinks he is". Well, luckily for you no one thought you were ever close to being a nice guy. So no one was surprised that you acted like an ass.

But even better is that Mikey proved you wrong. I hope you hang your head in shame and apologize on national TV next week. Mikey offered you a car. He knows how tight things are for your team (which pretty much everyone else was hoping would mean you would end up out of NASCAR entirely) and offered you one of his. If that's not a sign of niceness, I don't know what you would call "nice".

Accounting drama

If one more fool calls us about overdue invoices this week I'm going to scream. And I nearly did at this one guy, because he's getting snippy because an invoice is about to go past 90 days. And it was "very urgent".

The "very urgent" ones are usually in relation to the two clients that actually pay their own invoices (we just forward the invoices to them).

Yep, he's calling about the one client. He knows that this client pays their own invoices. He knows he has to call them. But he calls us. And when I tell him to call them?

"But last month you all paid an invoice."

Sir, every once in a blue moon we pay an invoice, but that doesn't mean we pay this one.

The suckiest part is, it's OUR credit that gets affected by these clients that take forever to pay. (Which is why we sic the vendors on them. Let them deal with the mess they've created.) But man, this guy? Didn't like that 1) our accounting person was out and couldn't take care of it and 2) that we aren't some magical money-dispensing fairies.

OMG. The pain.

I swear. Conspiracies and things. Not this weekend, but next? Weekend from hell. I swear, I plan two good things and bad things crop up.

1. bubblesbrnaid and eliz, of course we don't know show times yet, but I'm guessing the Grande or the Carousel one will have Serenity. So we're all planning to go together on that, right? Friday night. Cause SERENITY!!!!!!

2. Somehow I blocked the horror of a family reunion. Since my mother is planning it I have to be there. That will be on Saturday. *shudders* I swear, my mother's side of the family (and you know, I don't know if this is mom's dad's group or mom's mom's group - really, the level of scary is fairly equal) can be nutso. But my sister and I have to do slaw. Yeah. We're buying the stuff.

3. On Sunday was SUPPOSED to be the joy of Talladega. *pouts* Now I have the joy of a bridal shower. Hey, it'll be fun. Except it's from 3-6. bubblesbrnaid, be prepared, for I will call you as SOON as the shower is over for details on whether Ellyut flew.

*squee*

Rita is down to a Category 4! Keep weakening! Keep weakening!

Hell

Damn.

I got dressed today and put on a top I've never worn before. I've had it two years (my sister gave it to me for Christmas one year) and just...it didn't work.

See, this top was made for someone with bigger boobs. There's this v/faux-wrap thing going on with it that means the top tries to slide *away* and over my boobs. Really. It's annoying.

But it's also the right weight fabric for today's temperatures. So I needed to wear it.

The top is black and red. Wore it with black pants.

Up until the point someone said it, I didn't even realize it. Nor did anyone else. Except when it was said...universal agreement.

Just call me Captain and stick me on the U.S.S. Enterprise, cause I'm dressed like a friggin' Star Trek character.

*headdesk*

I am. It's almost humiliating. Not quite as much as the guy who said "You're dressed like season three Captain Kirk." (His geek showed big time.) And the thing is, it wasn't so much Captain Kirk as it was TNG. I am so under Picard's command.

Pet Peeve

Office Pet Peeve:

People who decide to have long involved conversations with unimportant to the operation of our business people IN FRONT OF MY DESK. Especially when I have a major project to work on and can't think for all the talking.

Be gone people!

(This mood icon is so much more appropriate than I thought it would be.)