Tuesday, February 22, 2011
It Started Out Good...
Sigh.
Today is my day off so I decided, on the spur of the moment, to get in the car and get some chores done. (I have to do it on spur of the moment because if I think about it too long, I won’t go. The people in this town drive like such fucking idiots....it’s that bad that I’ll talk myself out of doing what I need to do. Seriously.)
At first, things were going well. I got behind people who knew how to drive, I got to my destinations without much of a problem, (no assholes on the road, just some slow house wives), and when I was in the stores, because it’s Tuesday and it was fairly early, I didn’t have to deal with a lot of ignorant shit heels in the store or in line. And the checker happily took all my one dollar bills, (tips...I like to spend my 1s and 5s and save up the 10s and 20s to put in the bank in one lump sum. It makes me feel rich when I do that.) Most checkers throw a fit but I asked her if she was willing and she said it was no problem at all and didn’t raise even an eyebrow when I pulled out the wad of ones. Cool. OH and she spoke English!!!!
So, on to the next stop to get a dog whistle for training. As I was leaving the first place, I saw some lady pushing a shopping cart and against my better judgment, (I’m usually disappointed when I try to speak to anyone), I rolled the window down and asked her if she knew where the pet store was. (I was in a different area that I go to sometimes but not often enough to remember exactly where things are.) Surprisingly, she a) spoke English and b) didn’t give me a fucking attitude for talking to her. Cool!
I get to the pet store and the girl at the register greeted me the moment I walked in. In English. WOW! You acknowledged my presence AND did it in English?! Holy shit! I asked her where I might find dog whistles and she said IF they had them, they would be in aisle 32. So I walked down aisle 32. I looked and looked and was about to give up but gave it a good once over one more time and bam! Exactly in the aisle she said it would be in, (that NEVER happens in this town), I found the last dog whistle. The last one. Cool!
I went up and paid for it and she said that they don’t usually get dog whistles, in fact she seemed surprised I found one, so yes, good day.
OH, forgot to say, when I was leaving the first place, I had to turn from the parking lot on to the street. I waited at the light and when it turned green, I got started. Now, because I was turning left on to the street, I had to wait for two other cars who were going straight, in to the parking lot. This saved me because as I crept out in to the intersection, AT MY GREEN FUCKING LIGHT, some dumb bitch ran the red light. Seriously ran it, not like she just missed it. Luckily, because I was creeping out and the other two cars were on their way across the road, she stopped in time. I considered myself very fortunate because she would have plowed right in to me, driver’s side door, where I am sitting. Whew. Also, cool! Saved! Thank you guardian angel.
Anyway, back to the pet store. I also wanted to add, I went, found and got the whistle and did not have to wait in any line. Cool!
So then I drove to the grocery store. I went straight to the meat aisle and they have a good variety of meats and things that I can give to the dogs. This is stuff I sure as hell am not eating, (pig’s feet, beef kidney, chicken hearts), but it’s a delightful treat for the dogs. As I was looking at the meat, I saw something that I didn’t know what the hell it was, what part of the animal it came off of.
I saw the butcher stacking meat near me, look over at me and I looked at him. I was hesitant to even ask because, again, I speak English! But, ok, let’s test the water. I said, “Hi.” He said hi back and said something else in English. Really?! Ok, then! So I asked him what that meat thing was and he didn’t know how to say it in English but he was talking in English while gesturing to his throat. I guessed trachea. He said yes. Maybe it is, I don’t know. Sweet meat, is what it’s called. What the hell is that? Anyway, we started talking about the meat and I said that this Publix actually has a pretty good variety. He said that a lot of people like to use these meats to make soups and stews. I told him it was for my dogs.
We started talking about feeding dogs meat and he said that in his country, that is how dogs are fed. He said it’s natural for them to eat meat, they love bones and that dry dog food was not natural. They don’t do that in his country and their dogs look very healthy. Finally, someone who understands and doesn’t give me shit for feeding my dogs meat. I told him that it was rare anyone understood that because most people insist I’m killing my dogs. He said, “You must really love your dogs. And they will love you.” Yep, they do. They think I’m the greatest thing on earth, (besides their food), when it comes to meal time. “I’ll do anything you ask, lady! Just give me that glorious meat! Want me to sit? I can do that! Want me to lay down? No problem. Do your taxes? Run the vacuum and pick up my own hair? Mow the lawn? Whatever you want! Tell me!”
Anyway, get to check out and there is one station open besides express. There are two people in front of me. Oh well.
Wait, no, what’s this? Someone is paying attention? Holy shit! Another checker comes out to open another lane. Cool! Get through that quickly and off I go, towards home. Again, on the way home, I do not get stuck behind idiot drivers. Nice. And also, cool!
Get home, put things away and promptly get the dogs out to test the whistle. Works great on Sakari. Shasta....he’ll learn. He kinda gets it.
So then I decide to try on the pants, (I never try on clothes in the store) and that’s when the day went to shit.
Where I work we get a free lunch and I’m not one to pass up on free lunch. That would just be stupid, right? Well, lunch has mainly bread and chips. I don’t really eat a lot of bread and chips, meaning, in my life, in total. I do there, at work, because there really isn’t anything else to eat. You get a sandwich and chips. Your other choices are candy, ice cream or cookies. Lots of bad food.
Now, I knew I had gained some weight working there which is why, when I got the pants, I bought one size bigger than I thought I needed.
Well fuck that fucking bread and chips. DAMN. I, apparently, gained more than I thought. The pants fit...but they aren’t baggy, like I like. They are a bit uncomfortable. Not too bad...but enough for me to know, the entire day I’m wearing them, that I’ve gained more than I thought. Yes, they will be a constant reminder. What fun that will be!!!
So now I’m pissed at myself because I’m usually pretty good at maintaining and not getting out of hand. Ugh!
The problem is, when one “cook” is there, (Wed and Thurs), I don’t eat anything BUT a bag of chips because he is disgusting. He never washes his hands, (no exaggeration, he really doesn’t ever wash his hands...we all make fun of him for it and NO ONE lets him cook their food), he manhandles everything without gloves and I’ve caught him, several times, shoving food down his throat, like, fingers IN his mouth and everything and then he turns around and continues cooking food. That’s fucking disgusting. He is extremely unsanitary but the boss doesn’t want to hear it. So we don’t eat when he’s there. I eat a bag of chips.
But I can’t do that now. And I don’t know what to do about food during the work day. Oh, that’s another thing, even if I wanted to bring food from home, we have no place to put it because “cook” throws a fucking fit if you put your personal food in “his” fridge. It’s not his fucking fridge, it belongs to the boss but I don’t want “cook” fucking with my food when I’m out on a boat because he’s mad it was put in the fridge. And he will because he’s a fucking twat.
So what do I do? I can’t eat chips or cookies or crackers or ice cream for lunch and I sure as fuck am not eating anything from the kitchen on the days he’s there because I’ll probably die of some disease or infection...so what do I do.
Starve, I guess.
But I have to lose what I put on because what the hell, man?! What the bloody fucking hell! And I know it’s because of bread and chips. I just don’t really eat that stuff and wouldn’t eat it if there was anything else to have. I didn’t eat bread hardly ever at all before I worked there and chips...sometimes but not every day for lunch.
There is no fruit. There is no salad.
It’s all fried food or we have turkey, ham and tuna sandwiches but fuckface “cook” has had his filthy, disgusting hands all over that while cutting it or preparing it, making it worthless.
So this is going to be a painful couple of months while I get this shit off of me. When I don’t eat, I get a headache. But I can’t eat now. It’s hard enough trying to find anything to eat because of that disgusting fuck of a “cook”, now I have to forgo all the alternatives because they made me gain this weight.
Needless to say, I’m a little irritated right now. Mostly with myself but also with douchebag “cook” for making it difficult to find healthy alternatives. Asshole.
Be prepared for some angry posts in the future. I get fucking pissy when I’m hungry.
