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Not A Bright Shiny Moment

Posted in anger, co-workers, construction, emergency, entertainment, exercise, friends, frustration, fun, funny, healing, health, help, humor, job, kicking ass, life, personal, personality, random, thoughts, Uncategorized, work with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2009 by Iron Mom

Let’s play a little game called “What If?”  I’ll ask the questions and give my answer to it, then if you want to play too leave your answers in the comments. 

 What if there are a bunch of young muscular studs working really hard in the ware yard behind your office, do they need to be harassed?

 In my eyes anyone younger than me is fair game.  Of course I am going to bug them; it keeps them focused and they work harder to prove this lady wrong.

 What if they decided to harass you back? Do you amp up the remarks or walk away?

 Now who out there that knows me would even begin to think I would walk away from that.  Of course not, I amp it up and try to keep up with the guys, for some reason I feel like I have something to prove to the male species.

 What if  they start showing off by finding these big boards and trying to move them one person to a board, after they strip off the shirts and give you a good showing of their sweaty, young muscled bodies?

 Hell ya I am going to look!  I never walk away from a free show, especially one like that.  Don’t forget I am still making comments; I want to see just how far they will go on this fine afternoon of showing off.

 What if they get the brilliant idea that they need to break these boards to fit into the truck better just to show how strong they really are?

 Well more comments come out of my mouth and I continue to stand there enjoying the show the boy toys are putting on.  Come on ladies don’t tell me that you are not picturing all of this and drooling on your keyboards.  I was there and I still drool a little bit lol. 

 What if, in the spirit of things they dare you to try and break one of these half rotten boards?

 As soon as one of the young’un looks at me and says, “You think you’re so tough you get over here and try it!”  I am on my way to them.  There is no way in hell I am going to let them talk to me like that and not do anything about it.  I, again I am trying to keep up for some reason, step up and they pick out a pretty board for me to take a whack at.

 What if they were breaking the boards by kicking them but I want to out do the biggest guy and choose to hit it instead?

 I will tell you what happens, after the second punch to the board (it did not break with the first punch) your hand feels like it went through a meat grinder, tears well up in your eyes, you notice instant bruising but you maintain your cool in front of the boy toys.  Slowly as your hand is swelling inside your pocket you pretend your cell phone is ringing and walk away to take the important work call.

 What if you end up at the doctor the next morning because your hand won’t move and your knuckles look like they belong to a boxer?

 I humbly walk into the doctor with my hand wrapped in ice and my head hanging low just to be sent to the hospital for x-rays.  I return to the doctor to be informed that I flattened two knuckles and broke the bone going down the back of my hand from my ring finger.  I am splinted and referred to another doctor.

 What if you have to go home and face your family and boyfriend?  Do you lie or tell the truth?

 I am here to tell you that I should have thought about that before taking a pain pill and lying down on the couch for a while.  My boyfriend came in and asked me about it.  Of course I was loopy and told the truth.  He told me to make sure and not tell anyone I hit it twice it just sounds bad.  That is after he spent forever laughing at me.  He cannot understand why this 5 ft 4 woman of 135 lbs would ever try to keep up with guys that do that work for a living. 

 

So there you have it that is how I managed to break my hand a few weeks ago.  I went to the specialist last week and he found calcification in the last two knuckles from healing and one more spot in the back of my hand that is calcifying from the healing process that makes a total of what looked like 4 cracks.  He also informed me that I have a lot of soft tissue damage, changed me into another splint that immobilized my thumb and said come back in a month. 

 I am tough so comment away lol!!  I will say this much, next time I will make sure to get one of the rotten boards like the guys did.

 

Open Post To The Service Man That Left Me Hanging

Posted in anger, Blogroll, co-workers, construction, early morning, emergency, emotional, family, frustration, goals, growing up, help, hope, horror, humor, job, life, personal, personality, pictures, random, sick, single mom, thoughts, Uncategorized, work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2009 by Iron Mom

Dear Service Men/Women,

 

I would like to send out a huge thank you for everything that you do for us common folks that need you to get by on a daily basis.  With out you I would have no health care, cable, phone, Internet, and a million other services that require you to show up at my house or for me to wait in your office. 

 

However with all these wonderful things that you do for everyone everyday do you think it is ok to make us wait on you no matter how long it is??  I mean believe it or not I do have a life that I like to enjoy.  For some reason the idea of sitting around and waiting in a little stuffy waiting room with a squirmy child and listening to other screaming kids is not my idea of a fun afternoon. 

 

Just because I happen to need some work done inside my house that I need to be home for, does that mean my time is not as important as yours??  All I ask is for you to give me a better idea of what time you will be there rather than between 8 and 5.  Some of us really do have jobs and/or a family that needs to be taken care of.  Do you not realize that the less time I spend at my job earning money that means I have that much less to give to you??

 

You know if I could fix my pipes, hook up my own cable, cure my own cold or do the other things that you do, you would lose your job??  So instead of pissing people off and making them wait endless hours and losing hourly wages, up your costumer service and show up on time or pin point a time you will be there.  Don’t over book yourselves just to try and squeeze as many billable hours in as possible into one day.  Maybe next time that I am spending a whole day at home waiting on a service person I might just read a book on how to do it myself and just get it done quickly. 

 

I do however understand that there will always be things that need attention that I cannot possibly do or have the education required to perform that task.  So in these particular cases please do not talk down to me just because you went to some big fancy college.  I may not have the money that you do, the degree, or the knowledge of what you are doing, but that does not mean I don’t have the capacity to understand if explained when I ask about it.  Also does this mean that your time is more precious than mine or worth more?? 

 

I really do want to thank you for what you do and if we can all come up with a compromise for these few problems that I mentioned I think a lot of stress can be alleviated.   I am sure you can find me if you really want to discuss these problems just check your voice mail for an irate customer that was left waiting for you and you did not show up or the service was not provided properly.  I can also be found in every state and every city in the country. 

 

Sincerely,

 

The Bitchy Customer Left Hanging

 

P.S. If anyone out there can relate to any of this please feel free to leave comments at the bottom!!

Icky Boys and Their Icky Noises

Posted in anger, Blogroll, children, construction, emotional, family, frustration, funny, growing up, healing, humor, KIDS, life, parenting, personal, pets, quit smoking, random, thoughts, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2008 by Iron Mom

I am putting a question out there and hopefully I get some kind of an answer.  What the hell is up with you men and your noises???  Here I sit in my office and there are guys putting in a new duct system in the ceiling and OMG it sounds like either a porn studio has moved in or someone really needs a laxative!!!!

 

I am on day 2 of not smoking and thankfully I have not ripped anyone’s head off yet, but let me tell you I am getting closer.  I started off my day coming in an hour early so that I can let the workers into my office.  But wouldn’t you know it they were over an hour late! In my mind there goes head number one for the day. 

 

Then they come in and first thing they do is turn on the air conditioner so that they are comfortable working all day.  It is a whopping 46 degrees outside, turn the freaking a/c off!!!!  The whole time I am sitting at my desk wrapped up in Tooters pink princess fleece blanket.  I look like a pink Eskimo that ran away from Disneyland, not the look I was really going for today.   There goes head number two.

 

They finally get to work and the banging, the drills, and God only knows what other tools they are using to make all that noise is enough to make you go deaf.  Every time they move around in the ceiling I inhale a little more dust and fiberglass insulation, at this point smoking sounds safer to me.  There goes head number three.

 

To top it all off the two guys that are working, going up and down the ladder are making noises that I just should not be hearing unless I am married to it.  I do not even date so noises like this should stay at their home and not invade my peaceful office.  Let me enlighten you.  First there was the grunting.  I thought maybe one of them got stuck so I stood at the bottom of the ladder and called up to see if they were ok.  Of course the one grunting is just fine and just laughed at me.  Head number four.  Tomorrow I am bringing him a Dulcolax and leaving it on top of the ladder as a hint. 

 

About an hour later both are working on the same duct and all I hear is this ear piercing whistling, if he was whistling a tune only the dogs knew what it was.  Then the porn noises start.  “Ugh ugh ugh, oh yea right there now push it push it.  OMG right there stop don’t move, oh yea!”  Now if you were sitting in my seat listening to these kinds of things your mind would wander too.  Admit it, it sounds dirty huh?  I am so sick of hearing this I could scream and for that there goes heads five and six. 

 

To top it all off everyone in the office, except for me, has laptops and have chosen to work from home.  Then I find out that the two-day job has just turned into 2 weeks.  God help me through this without to much carnage.  How am I to stay sane and calm listening to this?  So this brings me back to my original question, must men make such nasty noises when they work?  Is it a macho thing, or does it really help tighten that screw just a little bit more?  Heck just for the fun of it there goes head number seven, it’s a lucky number, I just do not know for who right now.