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Vacation Time

I took some time off this week for Easter break.  Today our plans included seeing the Princess Di exhibit here.  The gang was to arrive at 10:00. 

We all know that if something weird is going to happen, or even a smidgen of a chance of happening, well it will happen to me.

I was talking to my SIL (yes, we have kissed and made up and I am enjoying her friendship very much).  I went into the kitchen, put a glass in the sink, turned around and pulled something in my back.  Instantly I could not move.

Nice way to start a four day weekend.

I am now taking muscle relaxers that JA had but only half a dose.

As for the show, you have to see it.  It was tastefully done.  There is no mention of the Princes other then pictures.  Obviously her brother wanted to keep them out of the spotlight.  The divorce is not mentioned.

The wedding dress was breathtaking.  The train is 25 feet long. 

I was very moved by the whole exhibit.  One whole room has nothing but condolence books that were sent from all over the world.

Should you ever get the chance to see this, you must. 

Crappy Day

Really it is a for sh!t day.

~  I have a funky blistery looking thing going on inside my mouth, then on my upper lip and now what looks like my neck.  My lymph nodes are swollen and my earring itch.  That is always a sign I am fighting something.

~  Two other co-workers had the mystery blisters either inside their mouth or on their lips.

~  I am grossed out and have a doctors appointment on Friday.

~  I allowed the twins to have two of their friends come over on Spring break while I was at work.  They called and asked if it was ok.  I said, "Yes".  I then took my lunch break at a weird time and came home to do a surprise parental check.  All was well.

~  I pulled around the corner after work and saw Mark walking his buddy home.  His buddy was hunched over and walking slow.   

~  He was not one of the ones the twins had asked to have over.

~   About an hour later, this buddy's father called one of the friends cell phone looking asking for JA and I.  He wanted to know if we were home.  The friend gave the cell phone to Mark who confirmed I was home.

~  Mark then hung up and told me about the call.  Sensing something was wrong, I had Mark dial the dad back and asked to talk to the father.

~  His son, the one I saw walking with Mark, was home, in bed passed out and reeking of booze.  His sister said he told her he was coming here.  That was at 3:30.  The boys said he was here at 4:15, could not stand up and immediately said, "I have to puke" and then vomited in our bathroom for 45 minutes while they kept checking on him. 

~  The remaining four boys here were alert, talkative and there was no indication at all there was any booze here or any taken from our home.  They were all interrupting each other and trying to tell me what happened.  A talk later with their parents confirmed the exact same story.  (and we were told how they trust our boys)  He showed up 45 minutes after he left his house (it is a five minute walk if you are lazy) and said nothing but he needed to puke and use the bathroom and wanted a glass of water and then wanted to go home.  All said in question form.  That is when I saw Mark walking him.  I should have paid more attention but I was watching Mark thinking, "That kid always has to ride that damn skateboard everywhere."

~  His father is besides himself.  He even apologized for calling saying he did not know what to do or even what to say other then he knew his son had last been at our house.  He didn't even have anything from his son who was too sick to talk.  (I would have taken him to the ER)  I called him back a few minutes later with a few things I had heard.  He will call me when his son sobers up.

I feel sick myself and no one is allowed over here while we are not home.  Even the ones I trust the most.  This boy was one of them and the last one I ever would expect this from.

We will see how it turns out.

Worst Ebay Seller EVER! - Part 5

Runw@ymakeup might be done, but I strongly suspect she has other alias ebay names.  Indeed, there is a website that names some of them.

Does anyone see the resemblance in the feedback for V00d00beauty?  She sells the same crap that runw@ymakeup sells.  She also started her store a couple of weeks before she had to deal with me.

Did you read that feedback? 

There are others, all with the same kind of items...sells stuff with Swarovski, minaudieres, Bebe...all with the same tone should someone dare to leave negative feedback...buyer is stupid, worst ebay buyer, package shipped - buyer is at fault, buyer is stupid, buyer doesn't have the money.

And OH!  The name calling.

I just can not believe she is allowed to get away with this.  I mean, I am terrified if I blink my eyes the wrong way and this person just does whatever the hell they want.

What horrible Karma they have racked up!

I love suprises!

My son has banned me to the bedroom until his friend, Nick1 arrives. 

Apparently Nick1 has something for me and it is a surprise!

Isn't that awesome?

UPDATE:

I got the complete set of the Madame Alexander Wizard of Oz dolls that are in Happy Meals at McDonalds now!

Isn't that the sweetest thing?  He knows how much I love the movie.

These dolls have rooted hair and eyes that open and close.  They are really nice.

I am in awe that a friend of my kids would think of me and even go so far as getting the whole set for me.

Should proove to be interesting

I wonder what is going to happen with the client who bitched about me yesterday.  I do a lot for him and I feel that at this point, he is acting like a two year old who is testing their boundaries.

I thought our receptionist was a little on his side.  I will talk with her first though before jumping to that conclusion.

And I am also going to warn her of telling him too much of her personal life.  He has on numerous occasions, try to make a bet with me, how long her marriage is going to last.

That just makes me sick.

I am tired of his thinly veiled sarcasms and put-downs.  He is always making references to the fact that I am never at work.  Hello?  I recently took off some Fridays because they were vacation days left over from LAST YEAR!

I will have to make a stand today in my otherwise quiet self image at work.

Should be interesting.

Is this really necessary?

One of my clients threw an absolute hissy fit today because I did not answer my phone. 

It was 5:02 when I heard about it.  By then, the complaint was already given to my boss via our receptionist.

The thing is, between 4:48 and 5:00, I was seated, at my desk, talking to my boss and our receptionist. 

My phone never rang.  Not even after I stepped away from my desk for about 30 seconds after 5:00.

I guess he is pissed,

So is my boss. 

So am I.  All he does is complain about me in the most personal and derogatory way yet when everyone ask him if they can help him, he says no!  He wants me and me alone.

We are not sure what happened but he called our main number and got our receptionist who relayed the PO'd factor to my boss (who calls him "The Snake").

She called him.  No answer.  She went to his suite.  He was not even there.

I am pissed.  There is nothing, that late in the day, that he could not have emailed me with or so on.  Nothing he could not have given me the heads up on earlier.  He never left a voicemail.  Then again, how could he?  The phone never rang. 

Thing is...no one heard my phone ring.  I have a direct dial number.

I suspect our receptionist just assumed I was gone for the day, told him so and he got pissed.   Unknown to me, but it seems I am to be at his beck and disposal 24/7.

Ebay Seller EVER!!!...part 4.

Well the Ebay Seller from Hell saga seems to be winding down.  You can read it here, here and here.

It took THREE flippin' weeks for runwaymakeup, Queen of Ebay Fraud, to correct her idea of "Genuine Jimmy Crystal" sunglasses.   

What really got me going was her play on words.  No matter what I said, she would somehow respond with something that could be taken different ways depending on who was doing the interpretation of the verbal exchange.

 

I was the wrong person for her to use that tactic on.  I have always had a good bullshit detector and I work for lawyers...

I received the exchange item today.  These have the tags, the logo on the ear bands and the sticker thingie. 

Still could be knockoff's.  Who knows.  But I can tell you that these are a vast improvement of the ones she originally sent me.

You know, the pair that were "all your fault".

The most interesting part is this:  Go to her ebay account and you will see she is no longer a registered user.

First her items were no longer available, then they went back up and suddenly she is not a registered user.

She goes under several different aliases and I will be checking that out too.

I hope I contributed to her demise as runwaymakeup.  The thought of all the people she ripped off, got the seller fee back for "nonpayment" if they left negative feedback for her fraudulent items, sent crap out and just ruined many genuine sellers 100% feedback if they dared complained...

I mean I have never seen anyone take advantage of the system like she has.  Fully.  In every way possible.  I am ashamed I even bid on the sunglasses in the first place.  I hope that somewhere out there, someone else has been stopped by her scams.

Midnight. He of the Razor Claws

First of all, let me say this, Midnight's attachment to his claws might end if the claw incident of yesterday turns out to be scary.  I was sitting here, typing when he decided to jump on the desk.  Normally this is nothing big.  It is his way of saying, "Hello there Human!  I love you and demand your immediate attention!"

Now this usually doesn't pose a problem.  Ilove his visits and love it more when he curls his massive body into a tiny furball and falls asleep on my desktop.

However, there are always exceptions to the norm and this time there was an exception.  I was sipping some very hot coffee when he chose to make his regular keyboard/desk visit. 

Unwise decision.  I immediately backhanded him(in a gentle and protective manner of course!).  He was in immediate danger of scalding hot coffee.  So was the keyboard.

Midnight flailed backwards.  But not without flashing those razor sharp claws in order to pull himself upwards.  Which immediately sank into my right thigh.

I watched helplessly as I saw two claws disappear right into my thigh.   And with that grip, he pulled himself upward with his claws embedded in my leg.  Realizing this was not going to work very well, he then lowered himself to the floor.  All the while, those razors where still inside my leg.

Instant pain and horror.  I yelped.  He got all cattywatty and got pissed at me.  Afterwards, he slyly peed on my dressing table.  The antique one from England.   He does not take well to be ejected from my desk.

He showed me that one never brushes off a cat.  Even if he is about to receive third degree burns on about 75% of his kitty body.

I now have an itchy red mark from one of the claws.  Not the normal itching but a deep, red and throbbing itching.  I would be lying if I said I was not concerned.

He showed me! 

No words

A woman from my former job lost her daughter yesterday.  She was 21.  The autopsy showed drugs in her systems. 

They don't know if it was intentional or accidental.  She had a history of previous attempted suicides. 

The "friend" she was with when she took the drugs (anti-depressants) did nothing to help her even after she fell ill, passed out and was choking on her vomit.  The only thing he did was turn her over and checked her pulse once every hour until he couldn't feel it anymore.

Then he called 911.  By then she was in a coma and in organ failure.

I am just devastated.  When I worked with her mother, Tina was only 12, her sister 10.  I talked to this girl everyday when she would call her mom.  Her mom would come into my office to hide from everyone and talk about her daughter's problems.  There were many.

This just breaks my heart.

The strangest thing is that all last week I had a premonition that I would be seeing my former co-workers at a funeral.

Never did I even think of something as tragic and heartbreaking as this.