I think almost half of the car accidents in my life have happened in reverse. About three years ago I backed into a pole in the parking lot at work with such confidence that I rendered my car undrivable. So, I borrowed my mom's rust bucket Buick for the week while my car was in the shop.
At the time, Josh and I were planning our second date. We met at Bigg's in downtown Council Bluffs for a beverage and at the end of our date he was polite enough to walk me to the car. Even though I was just embarrassed enough of the Gold Bomber that I was wishing he wouldn't.
Right there, on Broadway, standing next to that damn Buick in front of some drunk bystanders, was our first kiss. Maybe the Buick helped - he probably felt sorry for me.
All I know is that I must have been one heck of a good kisser. Because after I left he walked to his car in the back parking lot and with stars in his eyes he backed straight into a parking meter. Coincidence? I think not.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
I QUIT!
I have never before quit a job without giving the appropriate 2 weeks notice. Except that one time in high school when I quit Sears to go to a College World Series game. But that was high school, so it doesn't really count.
I left my boss, Jean, a lovely note this evening letting her know that Thursday will be my last day at H&R Block. It was my mistake for thinking that I would be able to work two jobs while pregnant and not loose my marbles at some point.
But I would never have quit without the influence of some of our finest customers. Tonight a guy called my baby a parasite. Why I didn't completely screw up his taxes is still beyond me. And last week some dirtball refused to file his taxes because he'd rather have the IRS keep his $222 refund than let it go toward the $17,000 he owed in child support.
Of course, I can't really pretend these two ass hats are the only reason I've thrown in the towel. My feet have reached a permanent stage of puffiness and almost everything makes me cry. Please don't think for one second that I'm complaining about being pregnant. That is certainly not the case. I am complaining about working =) If I could just figure out how to be pregnant at home all day life would be perfect!
I left my boss, Jean, a lovely note this evening letting her know that Thursday will be my last day at H&R Block. It was my mistake for thinking that I would be able to work two jobs while pregnant and not loose my marbles at some point.
But I would never have quit without the influence of some of our finest customers. Tonight a guy called my baby a parasite. Why I didn't completely screw up his taxes is still beyond me. And last week some dirtball refused to file his taxes because he'd rather have the IRS keep his $222 refund than let it go toward the $17,000 he owed in child support.
Of course, I can't really pretend these two ass hats are the only reason I've thrown in the towel. My feet have reached a permanent stage of puffiness and almost everything makes me cry. Please don't think for one second that I'm complaining about being pregnant. That is certainly not the case. I am complaining about working =) If I could just figure out how to be pregnant at home all day life would be perfect!
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