Followers

Friday, July 31, 2009

Seriously?

Sometimes I have to ask myself... Seriously? Seriously?

Like the other day driving in Taunton with Marianne, the light was so long, I just looked at it and said, Seriously Light? Seriously?

When I ordered my Coach bag and the dufus girl had it shipped to my house instead of the store (where I requested it to be sent) and then the box comes to my door with COACH written all over it and the fed ex guy put the delivery slip on my door with an ARROW POINTING DOWN TO THE BOX in case I didn't see the big ass mofo COACH BOX... I was like, Seriously Fed ex? Seriously?

At the Kid Rock show, the row in front of our row was handicap accessible and the family in front of us left, every five minutes some group of people would try to snag the seats and the same kick ass lady would come over and escort them out. After the 15th time, I was like Seriously drunkies? Seriously?

Um, what else? Oh, at work, the 21 year old passes the buck on everything. She did something wrong and it is like the old Family Circle cartoon where "Someone else" (the invisible kid where a t-shirt ran around the house making the mess where a t-shirt that says "SOMEONE ELSE" on it, or something like that) did it. Today, ultimately she threw me under the bus for some embellishments she made and finally said (and I quote), "If a note had been made to begin with, I wouldn’t have to recall anything and it would have never been brought up." Seriously douche? Seriously? There' are 5 people in the whole damn company, SOME DAY it is going to be HER FAULT, don't you think? Seriously!

Hmmmmm. Are there more? I am sure, the day is still young and I am WICKED over tired and punchy STILL... Instead of things that make you go Hmmmmmmm, it should be stupid shit that makes you say SERIOUSLY? But I don't think that would sell records for C&C Music Factory.

No comments: