So, I've been working my ass off on this damn divorce decree for a client that I don't like anyway. I even worked through lunch. I give to him to look over because he has court in, oh *checks time* ten minutes. He tells me, "It's all wrong". I ask him "What, specifically, is wrong?" Because I can fix it. He says "The whole thing. This isn't even current." I tell him that its not supposed to be current as of now, just through March of 2006 when the divorce was final and has to follow what the Judge orders. He said, "She's not going to sign this and neither am I." He throws it on my desk and walks outside.

Then my boss comes in with him and tries to tell him what I told him and he asks me to go ahead and make copies. He can tell I'm not my usual chipper self, because he asks me what's wrong. I tell him that I have a headache. Its not his fault that the client is an ass, after all.

( cut for foul language )

I wish that this man in my office would stop talking. He reminds me of the guy who worked at Tortuga’s with me. You remember? The one I tried to kill in the kitchen. Surely I posted that. *here it is* http://grimmy23.livejournal.com/383554.html

He’s got all kinds of stories, talks too damn loud and is trying mighty hard to f***ing impress me, or his mom, but probably me. I am not amused.

why don’t you shut up?

Its been over an hour, and now he invented touch typing. He claims to type over 85 words a minute, typing with his two index fingers. I want him to go away before they see the real me.

***He finally left, one and one half hours in my office.***

I hate people somedays.
HATE

I answer the phone, its one of my job duties.

( first call )

Is today the day to mess with me?

No. Seriously. Because I just got this call:

( omgwtfbbq )

Warning: This is long as hell

Ok, you all know I love my job. I truly enjoy being a waitress. I like my bosses and everyone I work with. All but one, his name is Blake. I swear I have violent thoughts about him even when I’m off work or I haven’t seen him in days. Like now. Last time I worked with him or saw him was Friday.

( “This )

Why do you have to go and be a dick for?

When have I ever cared about money?

I'm going to go have sex with a waiter tonight. Hope you don't mind. And if you do, tell someone else because I don't want to fucking hear it.

If I hang up on you, don't call me back five more times because I am just going to continue hanging up on you. Yes, I answered it all six times because if I don't, my kids will.

Single again... this time not because I'm fickle. He was pushing me away. So, he wins. I am out of here. He's been having a bad week for about three weeks now. He doesn't call, he doesn't answer the phone, so I broke up with him over e-mail. It's cold and impersonal but I don't have a choice. Besides, he (according to his myspace) is having the worst week of his life and needs a chick. That was Wednesday, when we were still "together". So Buh-bye.

Dick.

Thanksgiving Night: I got completely and utterly wasted and sang karaoke with Cody. Bad karaoke. *snicker*

Yesterday Morning: my ex-husband called me to ask if I was interested in having sex with him again. *he keeps asking, the answer never changes* I told him no. Then he asked if I would do it for $500.
EXCUSE ME?!?!?!
I told him that if he had $500 he should give it to me anyway for his children. Then I told him that I had two prices, "free" or "Oh, honey you couldn't afford me" and if I said no to "free" does he honestly think $500 could sway me? Then I hung up on him.

*sigh*
He's completely insane.

Right Now: I am watching CSI and waiting for my parents to get home so I can go have some sushi.

My ex-husband has officially lost his god damn mind.

Last night he called to invite me out for dinner... ON OUR ANNIVERSARY!

Yep, that's right. He wants to take me out for dinner on Halloween. I told him. "It's really nice that you want to celebrate our wedding anniversary but since we've been divorced for six years, I just don't see the point."

He makes my head hurt.