*sings* Walk on byyyyyyy....

I'm convinced...I walk too damned fast. I swear everywhere I go I'm plowing over people b/c they are walking slower than I am. I don't know if it's that I have a longer stride or what but I just walk too damned fast. I've tried not to do it, but I just can't...and get this!?! It's always the larger people poking around. If anything I'd be trying to put some pep in my overweight step to increase my life span but nope...not them. I mean I'm not downing fat people b/c I clearly have the potential to be overweight my damn self (especially eating burgers and 6 wings with fries and a coke for lunch twice a week) but shit. I mean speed the hell up or MOVE. Which brings me to another thing...why do people walk down the middle of the sidewalk?!? What pleasure is there in that? There HAS to be b/c there is no reason on this green Earth that you would walk down the middle of the sidewalk that you clearly have to share at 4SPH (steps per hour... LOL). The courteous thing to do would be to just MOVE to the left, right, hell even in the street...just OUT of my way!!!!

*vent over*

So I FINALLY registered my car (yeah the one I purchased in August) about two weeks ago. I thought I was going to go bald fooling around with Nissan South and the state of GA. These two had me running back and forth for damn near two months trying to REGISTER a vehicle. I'm like, ok I'm TRYING to do the right thing and not drive my car around without tags but ya'll are pushing it. I'm TRYING to give you the tax monies I owe, etc but you can't get your shit together. It went from the state telling me "We never got anything from them" toNissan telling me "Yes we mailed your paperwork on blah blah date and blah blah signed for it..." back to the state saying "Oh wait we got it but returned it due to an error on the title..." to Nissan saying "No they didn't..." to the state saying "Yes we did..." to Nissan saying "Oh wait yes they did...we already sent it back in...but I can't tell you who did it or when it was done." I was sure I was going to lose my mind. SURE of it. The license plate I wanted wasn't available (I wanted Gr8ful - which means...DUH Grateful. The reason I chose the 8 instead of letters is b/c 8 symbolizes new beginnings thus making me grateful for the new beginnings in my life...). I had to choose Gra8ful instead...which to me is kinda redundant, but you get the point I'm trying to make. *shrug*

Oh yeah, I've been wondering THIS for a very long time...why is it that people who work with people have the worst people skills on the planet? Has anyone ever noticed that? Please tell me I'm not the only one. For example, every time I call AmeriBistro to order lunch the lil girl acts like it's physically hurting her to take my order. She gets to sighing and smacking her lips and carrying on...one day I just asked, "Do you not want to be there? I mean you could always go home you know..." I don't know if she took me literally but I went to pick up my food and her ass was no longer there. Either she took the hint or her shift ended. Either way I was happy she was gone...until I encountered her equally pained co worker. I was like, well damn. LOL Oh and don't you hate it when you encounter rude people but there's not much you can do about it? For example, rude flight attendants or TSA agents (or does the A in TSA mean agent...anyhow). I mean it's not like you can complain while in flight or in security line. They'll have your ass in a holding cell in 6 seconds if you do. You'll be labeled a threat or terrorist and wham...your option to travel by air is gone. I hate that this is the world we live in...it's almost as if you kinda have constitutional rights (not saying rude people are in violation of the constitution, although they should be...lol) and then sometimes you kinda don't.

Oh well, I'm tired of typing (even though I have more to add)...later folks

Lady Doss