Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Really Really Cranky - Read at your own risk

I'm very cranky this week, people. Very cranky! Beyond cranky! Best to stay home and not mix with innocent people cranky! And it doesn't help that I got yet another meeting notice from the Big Big Boss' secretary reminding us of The Mandatory Department Golf Outing. This is my favorite line from her e-mail "This is a yearly event and we all have had a good time in the past." Yeah, right! Do you really think that anybody would dare to tell the Big Big Boss that they didn't have fun at his mandatory golf outing??? And if you don't golf? You get to sit inside the clubhouse (after a 7:00 a.m. department meeting) and play cards. I'm tempted to declare myself Baptist for the day. Or waste a vacation day. Yeah, I have a badass attitude about this, and so what? What are you going to do about it?

My question is "What happened to the Department Picnic?" You know? Where there were choices of activities? You could play Frisbee if you so desired, or volleyball, or catch (I was a great source of amusement for the men in my department last year), and if you didn't want to do any of that, you could sit and socialise whilst sitting outside and enjoying the sun and fresh air.

Make no doubt about this, I'm pissy!!!

And do you know what this week is? It's my birthday week (as opposed to when August was my Birthday Month and I celebrated all the freaking time, because now that I'm old people don't think I need to celebrate) and not a single person has called to say they want to take me out to dinner or otherwise celebrate. I'm so pathetic. I have ZERO plans for my birthday week and this is not cool. I realise that to a certain extent, it's probably my fault because I have a big group going to the baseball game to celebrate on Saturday (actual birthday), so they probably think that's sufficient. Well, they're wrong, it's not! ;-) The YS took off for VA today to visit The Boyfriend ("who's really very nice") because she hasn't seen him in eight whole days, besides she's still mad at me for not liking him. Martha leaves tomorrow for Up North and won't be back until Saturday, just in time to go to the baseball game. I think I need a vacation, but unfortunately, I got The Budget Project back again for further edification, so no taking time off all willy-nilly. I have made plans with one of my co-workers whose birthday is a couple of days after mine and I'm working on getting a group together to join us. And to be fair, my friend Marianne and I have made plans for next Monday to celebrate both our birthdays. She has two kids, so she has to work out when she can go unlike me who can always go.

The weekend was fairly uneventful, went for drinks with Martha on Friday (in bed by 10:00 p.m.), fabulous massage on Saturday morning, followed by a lovely nap, a pool party at Grandma's where Grandma commented that she liked my current bathing suit better than "that string thing you wore the last time." Picture me looking completely and utterly befuddled as I have never even owned a thong bathing suit, much less worn one to Grandma's clubhouse pool. She was adamant and actually pretty pissed at me while I just stood there confused. Mom and the YS defended me but there was no dissuading Grandma from her story. She's positive that I wore a thong bathing suit in her presence. Saturday night I was out with Martha and Pamela to hear a local band (Pamela is dating the drummer). They were good but we had to suffer through two other bands to get to the headliners. The first band played well, but all their songs were, well, to be blunt – boring as hell. The second band was very good and lively and interesting, but louder than necessary for the size of the place and the metal ceiling. Damn, but I'm old. The headlining band didn't even go on until midnight. The lead singer told me that when we got there around 9:30. "You do realise that we're old, right?" He said, "Hey, I'm old too." I survived but I was yawning the entire damn time. This whole getting old thing kind of sucks canal water. Sunday was a nothing day – Mass, lunch with Mom and YS and then home to watch the race. It was another crazy Champ Car weekend with another little mini-fight after PFT took out yet another competitor. I swear the only time ESPN pays any attention to us (they do own the rights to broadcast our main enemy series) is when there's a spectacular crash or a fight, so I think we might have gotten coverage for the second race in a row. I wouldn't know since I can't be bothered to watch ESPN since they can't be bothered to cover the sports about which I care (hockey and Champ Car). Hell, the Tigers have the best record in baseball (I think even after the five game losing streak – longest of the season, broken last name with a win over Boston – Sorry, Schprockie) can't even get a game on ESPN. They were discussed on BTL or one of their stupid let's talk about sports because we can't actually play any of them yesterday because of their losing streak. They couldn't be bothered to talk about them before the losing streak, mind you.

Okay, I'm sorry, I'm done bitching. Mostly because I've given myself a headache! I'll try to be a bit more cheerful in my next post.

10 Comments:

At Tuesday, 15 August, 2006, Blogger Jason said...

It's probably too little too late but I'd be happy to take you to dinner or something. I do have a couple of gifts to get to you before/during/after the ball-game. I'm off next week and have plenty of free time. They have some nice veggie offerings at Zingerman's Roadhouse if you're interested. Hope your birthday week gets better.

 
At Wednesday, 16 August, 2006, Blogger Sal said...

Sweetie if you were here in The City Coy and I would gladly run you all over town, and Coy even has access to a wheelchair (he's offering to hook up an IV full of Guinness incase you feel parched), it doesn't matter how old you are you'll be a party on wheels. Remember next time you're out you have your very own bedroom! BTW, the golf club has always been one of my favorite places, the crowd is hysterical and they serve cocktails!

 
At Wednesday, 16 August, 2006, Blogger MW said...

Hey, don't feel bad (or mad) that you're cranky. I'm really, really cranky most of the time (at least in the last few years). I just try to hide that fact from the online world most of the time. I didn't succeed very well in my last entry, but I think my newest one successfully hides my crankiness again. It also explains why I have been absent from the etherwaves for the past week.

 
At Wednesday, 16 August, 2006, Blogger mr. schprock said...

You live in a city with the winningest baseball team in the majors and you can complain? I just don't get it, Kathleen.

I choose to believe your grandma — how can you call yourself old when you still go prancing around in thong bikinis? If you ain't 50 yet, you're still just a young chick in my book.

 
At Wednesday, 16 August, 2006, Anonymous moonfaeryy said...

Be as cranky as you want to be! I do hope your weekend improves, and if there's ever a time you want to get away, you are always welcome to come and visit me! As long as you don't mind the beasties!! LOL! I'm so jealous that you are going to be at the game on Saturday! I hope to make it to a game before the end of the season. Happy Early Birthday wishes to you!

 
At Wednesday, 16 August, 2006, Anonymous Woof said...

You don't golf? ACK!

(for the record, I golf, just not very well - but when I'm golfing, I'm not working, and that works out fine)

 
At Wednesday, 16 August, 2006, Blogger Beth said...

Just a simple -- happy birthday!

 
At Thursday, 17 August, 2006, Blogger MW said...

Oh, yeah! Happy birthday!

Again!

Now that it is really, truly almost here!

 
At Thursday, 17 August, 2006, Blogger Kathleen said...

Jason - I knew that writing this was going to have you offering, but that's not why I vented.

Sal - I miss you, sweetie!

MW - Yes, I thank God regularly that I'm not you. ;-)

Schprockie - Sorry for my team beating yours 2 out 3, but you have to admit it was nice of us to let you win last night. ;-)

moonfaeryy - Ursa & I will have to come up some Saturday and harass you.

Woof - I'm not HRH! No golfing in my world.

Beth - Thanks.

MW - 2 more days.

 
At Thursday, 17 August, 2006, Blogger Jason said...

I understand that, but the offer is still valid.

 

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