I see stupid people.

<------- case in point.


They are all around me. Everywhere I look? Stupid people. I go to work and what do I see? Stupid ass people. I go to the gym. What do I see? Stupid people. Can I escape the stupid people?


As you can probably tell, I am just WICKED annoyed with stupid people today. It was a shitty day at work. Let's put it that way. We got a notification that we were violating the Americans with Disability Act. Okay, the woman was playing kickball without shoes last year and she didn't even work for us. Then, I had an incident report where the adult acted like a STUPID PERSON and then punished the kid because the adult is an idiot. How is that fair? So, I wrote a bitchy memo and called it a day. Of course, I got an email back saying that it was all wrong and they had contacted the counselor and the nurse and the principal....she probably would have told me she contacted the president had she thought of it. Then they REALLY would have been screwed. Here's the thing that just absolutely takes the f*cking cake. I have been accused of allowing kids to leave a school and go downtown to get a haircut without parental permission or adult supervision. What the F*CK?!?! Not in a million years. Then again, this crazy STUPID PERSON reported one of our staff to the child abuse hotline last week. Why should I be surprised? Not only that, but she "quoted" our executive director (two complete paragraphs to be exact) from a speech that she had given. Our director never gave that speech. Katie did make a good point, though. I worked with a woman who was equally begging for public humiliation last year. Oh yeah. I had nearly forgotten that.


What happens to people to make them so freakin' delusional? Why can't people just cut their losses and move on? I know. I am one to talk, but when it comes to work....why the hell does someone want to work in a place they aren't wanted? I never got that. Stupid people like to make other people miserable.


On top of that, I am being pressured like a little middle school girl to have ess eee ecks. Who does that? I met him at the gym ONE time and IM'ed a couple of times and now he thinks that I am just going to put out? If there is one thing I've learned from getting my heart shattered to smithereens is to not trust anyone. Sucks to be him. He should have met me BEFORE Pedal Dick ruined the chances for any other man on the face of the earth.


By the way, I saw "Stomp the Yard" yesterday. I admit it. it was the steppa version of "Drumline." Best line of the movie? "I don't step. I battle." That's me. I battle. Bring it.


So, I am going to try and go do four miles at the Y. God only knows if that will actually happen. I ate salt and vinegar potato chips on the way home. You know the ones - the ridiculously yummy kettle cooked ones. The ones that go straight to the ass without so much as an apology? Yep. I ate those. All the way home. It is likely I will barf on the track. Maybe I will give a report when I get back.


I'm gonna bounce.


UPDATE: I did indeed complete four miles with no walk breaks. I am thinking that my Nike+ system still is not calibrated correctly, though, because I counted laps and it was logging a mile at about two and a half laps after I passed the mile mark on the track (and indoor track). IN any case, that's a lot of laps around! I started to feel a little like a gerbil. The potato chips did revisit. Wasn't happy about that. On the other hand, there was a VERY cute man running as I was leaving. Maybe I had that sweet runners "glow." Hope to see him again!