Saturday, December 10, 2011

friday fail

So when all was said and done yesterday I had a day.  Here's how it went:

On Thursday I was called out by a co-worker for using improper English.  I was not and later sent him the English rule proving it which he subsequently dismissed.  Yesterday, I somehow managed to arrive at work the EXACT same time as him and then had to ride the elevator with him while he again debated the rule.

I received a lecture on meeting etiquette from the woman who is always 15 minutes late to a meeting, doesn't even acknowledge most weekly meetings as they come up, never knows what a meeting is about until we debrief her and/or cancels about 50% of her meetings.

I then received a lecture from same woman about projects not getting done...when all the "undone" projects on my desk are waiting action items from HER before I can proceed. 

I was almost run over in the QuikTrip parking lot...I actually had to run to get out of the way.

I finally made it home and smashed my finger in the dog crate trying to release the hounds.

At dinner, they gave me the black bean soup instead of just the black beans.  The black bean soup had pork in it...I don't eat pork.

While I was standing in the doorway of the grocery store taking my coat off, a guy full-on walks into the back of me and about knocks me over.

The pajama pants I bought at Old Navy which I just 'held up to' the pair I had tried on...they looked EXACTLY the same size...didn't fit when I got them home.

And when I thought I had finally made it to the end of my day, just before midnight, the dog wakes us up by puking up the entire contents of her stomach.

Beat that.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

99 problems...and the b**ch WAS one

So we talked ourselves into footing the bill to get ourselves in the building Tuesday night to see Kanye West and Jay-Z.  I've always said I'd pay anything to see Jay-Z and while I didn't pay to see them down front, I did go along with the husband, sister #2 and the brother-in-law (BIL).  Below are some pictures but here's the story of the night.

We sat up top (b/c thats what the budget allowed) and its steep up there.  When you stand up you are literally hovering over the people's heads in front of you.  Before the show starts we see there are two very drunk guys behind us sitting next to two girls they are chatting up.  We don't think much of it and the show finally starts. 

Not ten minutes in, one of the bitches sloshes her beer all over me and my sister.  My sister turns around and tells them they need to watch it.  They ignore her.  So I turn around to try and get the girl's attention and she literally swats my hand away.  At this point the sister and I are pissed. 

They seem more interested in drinking and so they wander off at some point.  But over the course of the evening they wander back and forth continue to spill beer on us and our stuff.  Every time we yell at them and they look completely surprised like they have NO idea why we are mad and then try to get in our face an apologize.  At some point, we move down but that only works until they come back and wind up behind us yet again. 

About two hours in the one girl has disappeared completely (presumably with some random guy she planned on screwing) but the other girl is back and finally falls backwards into our row and into the seat next to me.  I was about ready to kick her ass.  The guys behind us pull her back up and she again spills beer on my coat. 

I look at the husband and say, there is about ready to be a fist fight.

I think he knew I was serious and physically moves me over and proceeds to yell at the girl and the guy she is now with.  They act completely surprised...AGAIN...that we are yelling at them.  The way I see it, they were lucky we had been so understanding considering  both me and my sister had beer on us and all of our coats were covered in beer.  Your welcome for us not getting you kicked out, girls who were young enough to be my daughter.

Aside for the beer...they fucking rocked the house...see below:


Jay-Z















 
Kanye