The Good Ol’ Days?

I heard from one of the crazy people I used to work with in one of the other offices. She's always had this look on her face like she's been startled or surprised. I mean she was wide eyed like she'd been drinking a case of Bawls every morning. Granted, I introduced her to Bawls when she first started working in that office, but she was spOOky looking from day one. She's the drama queen type that everything is a huge deal and if you poke fun at her she gets really offended. She exhibited the kind of paranoia that perhaps was almost justified at times, it seemed to ooze from her. She was a smoker that tried to cover up the fact that she smoked. So it was perfume scented ash tray woman. Not only was she perfume scented ash tray woman, she would turn on her desk fan and nearly choke me to death with that raunchy perfume of hers that she wore quite often. Just so happens that Purdue has a no scent policy. So that means scented lotion, perfume, and stuff like that. It was never enforced in that office until our HR lady explained her severe allergies and observed my complaints about ash tray woman's perfume. So she knocked it off for the most part. If the perfume had at least smelled good, I would not have minded, but it was nasty perfume. :( So she wants to go to LBC for lunch again sometime. Perhaps, just to humor her, I will go to LBC and catch up on the office gossip from over yonder! :)

Yesterday, we received approximately 4-6 inches of snow. The first real accumulation all season. I left work an hour early and came in a half hour early this morning in order to make up some of that time. I've got plenty to do today, so I can't complain much. It's when I will have to be moved over to the cubby hole from hell when the intern is here that will bug the shit out of me. :( Anyhoo, I drove home SLOW as I could. I got passed up by a Wal-Mart truck that continued to fishtail its way down the road probably long after I turned off to go home. It scared the shit out of me. I mean I seem to have this luck for doing nothing but driving in a straight line and going slow and have my vehicle decide it wants to take a merry-go-round detour. Or someone else's car decides it wants to take a merry-go-round detour and smack into me. It just happens in the snow, it sucks ass that it has been like that in the past it seems. So I took the car home with the heart rate doing 120 beats a minute or better, death grip on steering wheel, and praying I didn't wind up in the Wabash River or one of its draining fields. The usual 10-15 drive turned into 30 minutes and me cussing at assholes who pull out in front of me when if they had waited 15 seconds, there was nothing behind me for miles! A'rooo?! What's wrong with people and snow? Does their IQ drop to retardo levels once they get behind the wheel?! ARRRG! Therefore, this morning, I took the truck into work. I felt so much better coming into work. No worries about getting stuck on a hill. I didn't drive like a maniac, not like the stupid ass in a Mustang that was sliding and spinning out everywhere. I didn't dare pass him up, figured I was better off a safe distance behind him rather than near him. *sigh* People are so stupid sometimes.

Tammolly

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…