Kick the Ass Out of Your Drama

Why am I always the one left behind? Now that I’m attempting to forgive my mom for being a horrible bitch to me my whole life and I let her in to my unborn child’s life, she has sold her house and is moving to Florida. So much for any relationship. I’m basically never going to see her again, and yes I blame her husband who started all my trouble, and she really just doesn’t give a shit. I guess the final jokes on me really. She kept her residence in Kentucky long enough to get me back and now she’s the one leaving me instead of the other way around like it was. Serves me right.

I know I haven’t been updating much actual drama, mostly because the drama is too dramatic to report lol, and I think my blogging has gone a bit cold.

I have recently, however,:

Started speaking to my dad again, who is being incredibly supportive,

Somewhat started speaking to my mom again because:

Found out I’m pregnant,

Moved into Sean’s stepdad’s house to help out on both sides,

Absolutely hate it here so I’m creating a plan for us to get out, mostly due to his stepdad being an asshole and telling me I was worthless because I didn’t contribute enough to the household and I had to find a way to make him more money and repair his socks by hand sewing them, which caused a huge argument wherein I locked myself in my room, cried all night, became dehydrated, began to bleed (from my colon, not affecting the baby) and then proceeded to go to the emergency room the next morning to make him feel like shit just so he would no longer bother me, which worked,

And various other ridiculous things that irritate me too much to bother writing.

I am currently listening to music so I can’t hear the assholes voice and to stay calm so the baby will be happier. I can not wait until things get better because I just can’t see it right now.

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I don’t know how much more I could fuck up my life. Anyone else wanna take a shot?

To make a long story short, since I have no idea how long I will have internet with my computer propped up in my tiny window, A douche bag at work decided to be a douche bag and make me angry. He told me he did not mean to offend me but I was too irritable and everyone there agreed and I should find another job where people might actually like me and when I asked him to stop talking about it (after 30 minutes of ignoring him) he began to yell at me, told me I had a bad attitude, and he was going to tell the manager about my bad attitude. Basically my vision went blurry and I walked away before I strangled him.

I filed a report, because the managers wouldn’t do anything about it, and I got a call asking if anything had been done about my report from the people who were supposed to take care of my report the barely two days after it was reported. Stupid, I know. Well of course nothing was done about it and that didn’t make me too happy except that the day after I received that non-helpful phone call, douche bag somehow managed to cut his head open at work and had to go to the hospital for a tetnis shot after bleeding all over the store. Kind of gross, but it made me smile for the rest of the day.

Hello year of the dragon! Two dragons married and coming up on the year of the dragon, it can only be a good sign. I’m starting this year off right, with a beer in my hand and a thought of those millions ready to be dispersed in 2012.

I’m basically bored and haven’t had a nice little run in a week plus the awful rain is making me sad. I need sunlight for more than the 15 minute drive home every third day of the week. The future is no fun until you get there and right now my pasts future is no fun. I need something a little more intriguing and complicated than taking a product from a customer, forcing them to pay outrageous prices, and then giving it back. I need thought processes!

Fuck

Has anyone actually seen the UPS man in this town? I wait, for days on end, to receive a package from the UPS package delivery service and fail to receive any such delivery. For a woman who works from home, and is so called a work-a-holic, it should be mathematically impossible to miss said woman between the hours of too early and too late to deliver a package.

But behold, here I am, package-less. I do attempt to keep up with the UPS man, tracking my deliveries with such fervor, but the tracking service simply says it has been on route from such and such time and I am left to anxiously await its arrival, at no specified time. So on this past Thursday I was surprised to find a package was meant to be delivered that day, to which I was sadly unaware, when I had momentarily ventured away from my home/office. I made special note of the time it would be brought by again the following day and cleared my schedule between those hours.

In my excitement, since this particular package had taken weeks to arrive into the country, I woke up like it was Christmas at the hour of too early to deliver and waited in my living room until the designated time frame of perfect hours to deliver (2-5).

The most fun part of the entire experience of ordering online is actually getting the delivery man to walk up to the door and wait long enough for the door to be opened and the purpose of his visit to be accepted. This particular UPS man I happen to be assigned decided several times before my apartment was not exciting enough to make attempts to knock, ring the doorbell, scream my name from the top of his lungs, and had simply left a sticker announcing his next attempt, when he’s in a more sharing kind of mood I can only assume.

Not this Thursday though. I was ready to open that door to the tiniest sound, even that of a sticker being placed upon it, to ensure I received what I had paid for.

2 o’clock, no package but there are still 3 hours to choose from so he’ll take his time. 3 o’clock, it’ll come any minute. 4 o’clock, he’s really pushing it this time. 5 o’clock, he’ll be here any millisecond, the tracker still says it’s out for delivery. 5:45, aw hell no, I’m calling the 1-800 number.

That handy little number, they told me it would be there any minute he was just running late. So I waited.

By 6:30 he had 30 minutes to deliver that package before the UPS service shut down for the day. Handy little 1-800 number, I called them again and they so graciously told me he had to make a stop at every delivery before he returned for the day so he’d be by soon. So I waited.

At 8:00 the fucking handy 1-800 number said sometimes they could be out until 8:30 still delivering so he should be there any minute, but they’ll put the package on hold at the customer service center for pick-up just in case, but, since I waited until past 7 the package will not be available for pick up until Monday. UPS MAN BETTER GET HERE NOW.

By 10 o’clock I just couldn’t muster up any more belief that that man was going to show up, which of course at that point was best for his health anyway, so I called that mother-fucking, piece-of-shit, ruined my chances of next day pick-up 1-800 number again and told them someone needed to tell me what was going on because at that point I had been awake and ready for 16 prime hours of delivery and no one had showed and I was not waiting one more damn second for the bloody package that was obviously not being delivered, and their response, that poor mans response was… he skipped you. And he left no excuse.

Lucky for me I had worked up some anger and found a point at which to release it. At least I could pick the package up on Monday and not have to sit at home all day again. There I had found an upside.

So I made it through the weekend and Monday came around (Yay!) and after my fiance’s interview, since there is one car to share between us, we could go together to get my package. All the way in Lexington. But of course I know exactly where the customer center is because, remember, my assigned UPS guy doesn’t like announcing himself.

There was a line but that’s to be expected at a place where only one man works, so come my turn he went confidently to retrieve my package from the back room. Nope, no package left there, silly me it had been attempted to be delivered while I was standing in line. WHY DIDN’T I THINK THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?? The UPS man was at my house, probably not knocking on my door, while I was in Lexington hoping to pick up the item he had in Richmond.

GOD DAMN FUCKING FLIPPIN’ BASTARDS CHILD 1-800 NUMBER wanted to know if I had called and complained about this package before. YES. Well then they would have it redelivered today. THANK YOU.

A phone call not 10 minutes later says that there is no way the package could be redelivered today because it was on its way back to the customer center for me to pick up… I found another release for my anger.

Sum up of the story retold to me by the UPS woman on the phone, UPS man came at bad time, I wait for better time, UPS man not come, I put package on hold, package not on hold (being delivered as we speak), package can’t be redelivered because it’s on its way to customer service center while I go back to Richmond for the redelivery… Moral of the story= This was all my fault. I had asked for the package to be put on hold at a time that it would not possibly be held because the UPS guy was running late on a Friday and he decided to skip me to save time because I had asked for the package to be held and then he tried to deliver it anyway and I was not home because I was picking up my package and then I called to have it held again so he did what he was supposed to do Friday and held it and that made the package undeliverable so my attempts to fix the problem made it 100 times worse and it was all my fault. But I can pick up my package at 6 o’clock tonight if I’d like that.

Fuck you UPS, Fuck you.