Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


I Hate People: Reasons No. 387, 388 and 389

Well, I could go on and on. But, first off, I hate people because many of them are just plain shitty. My husband has worked for a company more more than five years now and he has been a terrific employee. For the past two years, he has been pretty unhappy with the way things have been ran there (they were a family company when he went to work and were sold to a holding company, oh a little more than two years ago). So, he found a new job and put in his two weeks notice.

For the family events going on this past weekend, he asked to take off Friday and Monday to spend time with his father. When he returned to work, he found a company-wide email that was sent out while he was gone informing him (yes, he didn't know this) and the rest of the company that his last day would be this Friday. He had put in his last day as May 23. They didn't even bother pulling him aside to tell him that they were doing this to him.

In one word: shitty. I called the state's employee hotline and found out that it is perfectly legal for a company to do that to you, too. The state employee guy I spoke with agreed that it was crappy, but legal. Actually, they could let him go the day he puts in notice without compensating him, if they wanted to. Lovely, isn't it? So, why do we even bother to give two weeks notice? Because we're decent human beings, even when they aren't. Shitty. All I can do is shake my head and think about the snakes that my husband has had to work with for the past few years. Dear husband warned me a few months back that something was up when the company president hired his son-in-law and asked AoD to teach the SIL the ropes. He saw the writing on the wall. Same email that named AoD's "last" day also mentioned that SIL was replacing him. Jerks. I am so mad that I could just spit.

Reason No. 388 that I hate people: last week I was driving down the road with Pickle in the car with me when a cop running code (lights and sirens) was coming up behind me. I was in the left lane and started moving to the right when the car in the right lane stops abruptly in the middle of the road. I was already moving over behind her when she did this, so I honked and gestured (nicely) for her to pull up, so I could get in the lane completely. But, no. The old bat sat there, so I inched in as much as I could for the cop to get past me with the tail-end of my car still in the left lane. It gets better, though. As I pull back into the left lane after the old bat pulls up, she starts cussing me where my 12-year-old can see it. I wasn't even paying her any attention until my son said "mom, that old lady is calling you ugly names." I rolled down my window and told her that I didn't know why she was cussing me when she was the one who couldn't roll her car up a few more inches so I could get out of the cop's way. At this point, I just shake my head and move on when the light turned green. Next thing I know, she is back up beside me and calling me a bitch. Oh, that is really classy lady. I hope you're proud of the fact that you've shaken up the 12-year-old and completely freaked him out. I hope you don't kiss your grandchildren with that mouth.

Reason No. 389 of why I hate people: the anonymous trolls who think it is very brave, intelligent and cool to call me names and assume they know something about me because they read a blog post. I understand that it is sometimes hard to read sarcasm into the printed/posted word and for the people who don't know me or read my blog regularly, they may not recognize my sarcasm or sense of humor. However, if you TRULY think I'm going to go around "clubbing hippies," I think you really need to have your head examined. It's called a sense of humor, here's $5, go to ebay and buy one. There are posts that include links to songs or other clever things and I don't always mean things literally. When I said I don't like spiders and snakes, I was referencing an old Jim Stafford song. If you actually read the post and clicked on the link, you would figure that out. I also don't always mean - literally - everything I say. Yes, there is a lizard living in my garage. Does that mean I am really going to call an exterminator and spend $89 to kill the lizard? No. It's called sarcasm. Apparently, you can't recognize that. I'm guessing you are the kind of person who calls CPS when someone is scolding their child and says "I'm going to beat you, child, if you don't listen to me." *shaking my head*

I could go on and on ... but it is probably not healthy or productive, but I had to get that off my chest. AoD will probably be mad that I blogged about this, but I have bitten my tongue far too long and he has put up with that crap for the good of his family. I'm fortunate to have an upstanding guy who wears the head of the household badge proudly and puts up with crap to care for his family. If only all women were this lucky, there would be a lot fewer divorces in the world.

UPDATE: Reasons No. 390 and 391:
No. 390 - I went to the car dealership today to have them replace a visor and seatbelt latch. Well, they didn't have the visor. They ordered some clip and it doesn't work with my car. I didn’t test the seatbelt latch this morning before I left the dealership (after waiting 45 minutes and being told it was fixed) – I know I should have tested it and I even thought about it at the time, but I didn’t – and I had Hot Rod test it this afternoon and they didn’t do anything to it. Nothing. It is in the same shape it was before. I wouldn't care, but I'm hauling an extra kid in the car on Monday evening and I need to have that latch working.

No. 391 - Picking up Pickle from school and some bimbo flipped me off at the middle school … I was pulling out of the school parking lot and usually cars going 20 mph in the school zone are creeping along slowly enough that I can pull out into the roadway safely, but she was right on top of me when I pulled out, so she was clearly speeding and flips me off … then she almost hit some kid past me because she never did slow down. Some TWU student, judging by the sticker on the back of her car. I just don’t understand these people who have no regard for cussing and flipping the bird, etc, around children, because there were kids everywhere. Do people not teach manners anymore? I mean, seriously. Is this some lost art because I want to know?



  • At 2:41 PM, May 16, 2007, Blogger Random and Odd said…

    You go girl!! Get it out there.

    People are stupid.

    How many times do I have to tell people that read my blog and then email me in a panic; "I DO NOT BEAT MY CHILDREN ON SUNDAY AND NOR DO I ACTUALLY SURF FOR PORN."

    people are stupid.

  • At 3:15 PM, May 16, 2007, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    People are stupid. I forgot that you beat your children on Sundays. :) Yes, I'm calling CPS right now.

    Porn, on the other hand ....

  • At 3:36 PM, May 16, 2007, Blogger cashin said…

    Porn is simply amazing.

    As for the Anon's you really shouldn't even acknowledge there existince, as hard as it is some times. But it's worth it just to watch their written reactions whenever they can't take a joke.

    So that's why i'm going to drive North and start clubbing baby seals, just because of the anonymous comments, sorry Anons, you brought this on the adorable little things, not me.

  • At 8:03 PM, May 16, 2007, Blogger Melessa Gregg said…

    Yes, courtesy IS a lost art and sadly all I could do was nod and remember experiences similar to every one you listed here.


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