You know it's bad when I don't want to blog when I get home.
I took my hand cart and wore my cold weather gear today which led some on the bus to assume I was homeless, I think. Generally people gave me a wide berth.
Work was fine. We have one "newer" employee, a transfer. Doesn't want to work. Talks a lot to everyone just yakking, not working and talking like most everyone does. For instance, two people chatting as they put labels on a shelf. Plays on her phone a lot, wanders around trying to "look" busy. I was told by my coworker she is a snitch as well which doesn't surprise me. I do know the other day she was trying to tell 2 of my bosses (easily over 50 years combined experience working for the company) how to do their jobs. "That's not how we do it (in my old department)".
Anyway I was very busy yesterday, I walked past her with my hands full. She started yelling at me "You have to get it" and pointing at a small piece of paper on the ground. I'll remind you again, my hands were full. This was not a safety hazard, it was a very small scrap of paper. I kept walking and she escalated her shouting at me. I stopped, turned, and looked at her. I said "I'll get it" (later). She got all offended "Jeez, you don't have to cop an attitude" etc. I ignored her, did what I was doing, then picked it up. My Team Lead (not the spicy one) asked what that was about, I told her, she rolled her eyes.
My spicy team lead consistently uses the words "Nice" and 'Sweet" when describing me, and she's the difficult one. I am not a challenging coworker.
So, I left work on time and headed to the bus stop. The Crazy Train was fairly busy. There was a homeless man sitting in the front seat on the passenger side, the only place I could sit. If he had not been there I would have folded up the seat and put my cart out of the way. As it is I had it shoved over as far as it would go and everyone (including some very large passengers and parents carrying toddlers). The homeless lady with the 2 kids got on with her stroller, she has a toddler she ignores and a baby, about a year younger, she dotes on. I feel bad for the toddler. Anyway they could all get by.
There was an older (about 55) white guy sitting behind me taking up 2 seats. He was reasonably dressed and thin. The other person of note was a youngish lady wearing a Calvin Klein purse and looking very uncomfortable. The guy got off, stopped behind me, shouted at me to "move your cart" and I said "It's as far as it can go" if he had continued I would have said "Everyone else got by". He was about 140 pounds. He scoffed at me but went by just fine. That's why I assume he thought I was homeless. He would have been quite shocked to know I own a home in a nice neighborhood. A modest home, surrounded by homes that are not modest. But when people bring me home they're surprised.
I moved back to his seat and was able to scoot the hand cart over a few more inches in front of me, holding the handle so it was flush against the seat. I figured it would be like this but I couldn't see any other way to get my groceries.
The Designer Handbag lady got off at the next stop, looking traumatized. Metro wants women like her riding but it was apparent she would not be back.
The homeless man in front of me looked familiar. I realized he was the one who followed me to my home base bus stop and actually moved in to the bus stop right outside my subdivision, living there for a while. I got rid of him. But we had a battle for a while he really liked that bus stop. He didn't recognize me with the red hair. He gestured at me, impatiently, to ring the bell for him.
The bus used to have a rope that ran along the inside of the bus by the windows, you would "pull" the rope and it would ring the bell to signal for your stop. Now they have bright yellow strips and red buttons all over the bus, you push one and it signals your stop. There was a strip literally right next to him. I said "It's right there" pointing at the one by him and he got very angry I wasn't doing his bidding, either.
I think it's a test, the coworker, the homeless man, am I going to jump to do their bidding and let them push me around? No? Well then I'm a bitch.
Fine, I'm a bitch, that's what he called me and more, in front of those 2 little babies. I didn't care. He got off. She got off. I flipped the seat up and shoved my cart out of the way. All the other passengers were happy and we didn't need the seating.
I got to the transit center, went to my next bus which had much wider aisles. I got off at the grocery store which looked exactly like I expected on a Saturday. The store was madness, I spent about $30, got some meat, drink mix. the little plastic containers I like. The vegetables section was so packed I didn't even try to venture over there. I did grab a few bananas and some onions.
I got out of there and went home. Someone's very large huskies had gotten out but they weren't aggressive. I think they smelled the raw meat though, they kept following me. My aunt thought they smelled the C-A-T. Most likely it was a combination of the food and cat smells, and the fact they could tell I am a kindly person who might feed them. I managed to shake them before I got to the house.
My head was killing me. It's kind of a drilling, pounding, pain in my frontal sinus above my right eye. I took some Excedrin and a Mucinex.
I saw my guys were OK (I was worried these dogs were huge) and heard meowing out back so I opened the door. Biscuit watched by my foot as the black cat came in. Biscuit didn't care. Cleo didn't mind. Spotty growled a little but is fine now.
I got a good look at (operating name for now) Sweetie. It's a boy about 9 months if I had to guess. Very sweet, very curious. A talker like Torbie. He was exploring the house all night meowing his head off.
I am relieved it's a boy, I don't have to worry about finding a litter of voids (solid black cats) under my bed when I come home from work. I got some sleep but not a lot with the headache. Interestingly enough it was just Cleo and Biscuit in my bed.
I assume Sweetie is still around here. My head is bothering me again and I'm waiting for the meds to kick in. Spotty got up in my lap for a while. Spotty is very particular about his pets, he wants face, neck, shoulders only. He will scold me if I pet further down. He drooled all over me as I pet him. He rubbed against my computer as I did it, I guess it's his now.
That's it for now!
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