I do rant a lot at times. When someone makes me want to rant 😉 Instead you can also call it “Discussing in a louder voice” or “typing fast while shaking the head” though.
Last friday, Alex, the boyfriend, and I, took some work home with us. Meaning, envelopes and letters that needed to get sent out. Taking 300 envelopes and 300 x 2 letters with us was never a problem with the company. It’s way more pleasant to sit at home, infront of the TV or while listening to music, and placing the letters into the envelopes there.
To make, once again, a long story short, one of the employees bitched about us taking the work home (which, as said before, was never a problem before). She didn’t bitch at us though, she bitched at my sister (who is also an employee there). She was all nice to us, saying thank you for bringing the letters.
Either she takes herself way too serious or she didn’t like it that we didn’t ask her if we can take the work home with us. Or maybe she’s on her period? 😀
So after I delivered the envelopes and stamped them, I took them home again, so that I could throw them into a mail-box. While I was riding my bike through Munich it started to drizzle, a few minutes later it rained, another few minutes later it was raining cats and dogs.
That’s when I sit on my bike and start laughing – there’s nothing else you can do anyways 😉 After about 15 minutes I reached the mail-box. I threw in the letters and then searched my backpack for my house key (seeing my apartment was only 1 minute away) and then realized that I forgot it at work! It has never happened to me before – forgetting my house key somewhere. Damn was I pissed, mainly because of the rain and the fact that I haven’t eaten anything and it was 3pm already.
The whole situation made one bitchy, hungry, soaking wet, pms-ing bitch out of me 🙂 The only one who had the honor of meeting that bitch was Alex though, oh, and one chick who cycled over the street with her bike, allthough she had red. It wouldn’t have bothered me, but I was the one who had green and almost (intentionally of course) drove into her. I didn’t call her names, I just said she should move it! and she did, so… everything ok.
Now everything is good, I got into my apartment, I got food, I got dry, I got Period…