It’s crazy time in my world. Really what is WRONG this morning?
I opened my e-mail this morning to find that me….a State Employee…had sent a message about where to ORDER LUNCH to someone out in the land of the internet instead of to my section at work. Yep……someone in Wisconsin got the email asking which restaurant sounded better. He requested a Hot Dog with no Mustard. Thank GOD Bob had a sense of humor. At least I hope he has one and isn’t writing our Governor as we speak.
Then some guy that works in our Department came and asked Jakki where her ‘people’ were. HER ‘PEOPLE’ What person asks another person that……….I mean c’mon!! She wanted to raise her fist high, but refrained……..he actually was asking about our co-workers, but still. People are so stupid. (like me sending out a order out request to some guy in Wisconsin instead of my own group). Like the time a highly intelligent, yet socially backwards woman asked Jakki if both of her kids were from the same Dad. Now how rude is that?
Then, my niece, Heather (the Rock Star Princess’s mom) got a random letter last night from an inmate. AN INMATE. Locked up in our correctional system. He included a picture that he inscribed: To: Heather From: Billy……….a 29 yr old INMATE sending a little pal sized picture of himself to a stranger. Billy is in prison for assaulting a police officer, and armed criminal action. But he’s getting his stuff together and hopefully his attorney will have him ‘OUT’ by next summer. And he wants Heather’s zodiac sign. And wanted to know if she was a party girl or not. He wanted to be sure Heather knew that he listened not only with his EARS, but his HEART AND SOUL as well. Everything is so automated and personal information is available to EVERYONE, but the poor girl is worried sick that somehow he’ll actually get out and seek HER out…….I don’t think he will….it’s a con…these inmates send letters hoping for a ‘connection’ and CASH. But I can TOTALLY see how it’s creepy and unsettling to have Billy from the prison writing you…….
My Crabby hasn’t abated, either. I thought I was fine when I woke up, but I guess I’m not. People have irritated me from the moment I walked into work. That and realizing that I sent Bob our restaurant list---talk about being MORTIFIED. Um…sorry Bob that you aren’t gonna get that hot dog………lunch from yesterday is OVER.
I hope Teenie gets my call of woe and goes for Margaritas with me tonight…….if not, will any of YOU go with me? I’m lots of fun, and I promise to try not to be a negative Nelly!! $1.50 Margaritas til 8pm!! Pretty cheap!!
Let’s hope I get this posted correctly and don’t send it to Bob.
Toodles for now.