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Coffee With The Princess!
Forgiveness Is Not For Others, But Yourself!
**The Princess giggles! wirth an exhaled sigh and a puff of cool steam!**
(By the way, DA said this is a 23minute read. Let me know if you agree or not!) ❤️
Good early morning, y'all! Please bear with me as I try to compose this. I have had another night of just about four hours of sleep and yet, It's shown me that I'm my own worst enemy. But, allow me to expand on my thoughts and illuminate you on what happened yesterday.
If you kept up with me or tried to yesterday, it seemed like I was all over the place, trying to keep on keeping on. Sorry. That's what happens when I get stressed and allowed to go nuts. Probably one of the reasons I have told people when they ask me my sexual preference, I say, "Uninterested." I have found over the years that it is safer for the rest of humanity that I stay alone and yet, I feel like all that is doing is further hurting me. When I feel like that, I stomp on my accelerator of life and go full throttle! If you remember Gatchaman from the 1970s, the version that Sandy Frank did called "Battle of the Planets!", it makes a bit more since with Tiny pushing the throttle stick forward and shouting, "Big ten!" or something like that. I'm probably wrong, but that's ok too. ❤️
Yesterday, I awoke after getting 10 minutes of less than ten hours of sleep. A couple or possibly three nights earlier, I awoke with my heart racing and feeling sick. Tuesday night, I reported to Doc's office through the my chart he's got that what happened. Now, if you have been reading my journals, not only blessings on high for you, but also you know I have an addictive nature and I'm obsessive, something that I never gave much thought about since we that grew up back in the 1970s and 1980s never thought about. Plus, my poor folks felt like they had enough nightmares with my Big Sister who was truly "Hell on Wheels!" and often described me as "The K-Mart Blue Light Special that should be returned!" Gang, this is old history and something I have looked upon like being called a few years back "The Heir Apparent to the Inflationist Kingdom!" or something along those lines. I just laugh, smile very wicked and quietly say, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" As my Aunt Sara and Uncle Vincent said to me as I was growing up, "Good for you, honey!" and "Remember, the small minded attack what they cannot hope to understand!" ❤️
Ok, let me get back on track with explaining yesterday better since you are not plugged into my brain ... at least I hope not! An ex a while ago said I was like a mixture of Beetlejuice and the Mask. "Somebody stop me!" ❤️
I got to work later than I normally do, but still long before the rest of the staff since they are mortal and I'm not ... they see the emails I send out about friendly reminders and the time stamp's revealed those early hours. The Big Boss just shrugs and smiles, since he's such a wonderful guy. Another Boss ... remember, being the low gal on the totem pole means I have to support the base and keep the rest of them straight ... came in and it was supposed to be the Breakfast Club day. I thought that if it was his turn as the original calendar said, then something was wrong, for it was two weeks ago or so that he brought in breakfast, so he shouldn't have to do it. So, I went about my morning. One of the newer Office Bunnies, a ver nice gal, had asked me if I could pick her up from the mechanic since her car needed an oil change. I smiled and said, "Just let me know when, honey!" and went about to create chaos and mayhem for the staff, much to their amusement. It's also no secret that I talk to myself and it's undoubtedly been mentioned to the bosses who shrug and say, "If she starts turning green after the eyes change colors, call FEMA!" But, I was happy. I was teasingly told earlier this week that someone mentioned seeing me dance around the office on the security cameras and that it was said quietly to leave me alone. This crew is like family ... and who loves tormenting you more than family? I just shrugged and kept on going.
Big John, my best friend here at the Firm, came up and mentioned that the Breakfast Club members were assembling like angry Avengers or the Hulk at the table, looking for Mr. Jarvis or Tony Stark to get breakfast. I replied, "The person who was getting it is probably late. Whose turn is it?" He pointed towards the before mentioned boss who I thought had done so earlier ... and I mentioned that to which Big John shrugged. "Can you help?" Can I? Sure. That's what the Firm pays me the big money for! So, we went in together to the Boss's office, where he was slammed with work and dealing with an early morning conference call. I knew better not to say anything, but Big John took the lead and told him what was going on. The Boss blushed and handed me his card to go get breakfast. I told him that it would be Chic-Fi-A and after I picked up the gal I promised from the mechanic. His eyes looked like they glazed over ... y'know I talk too much, right? ... so I just smiled and went, "Yes, Master. I'll go get brains for you. Some abby-normal brains!" and hobbled out. My left leg was hurting as was the partially amputated corresponding foot ... yes, I'm foreshadowing here some irony. Stand by. But I left and got back to handling things.
The gal was already at the mechanic's place when I got there and I picked her up and took her back to the office, which she couldn't thank me enough. I just blushed since she is adorably cute and so nice, but she's like half my age, so ... y'know? I get back and told her what I was doing. "Why didn't you say something, ma'am? I can help!" Well, it's because I work for a living was on ,my tongue and yet I swallowed it as she looked at me with such concern. I smiled. "I got this, honey. Go and keep me posted when you need a ride back." She smiled, nodded, and I went to Chic-Fi-A. This is the same place where I had my diabetic crash back in 2020, which had been happening before the operation ... and, since the Witch Doctor got me hating doctors ... I choose poorly to ignore that, friends, and others who said something later ... especially after the operation ... but this was my way of paying back the place that helped me. Their customers saw me pass out behind the wheel as I threw it into park to keep from hurting people. Gawd, I was told when the EMTs got there, I was slapping my face and crying hysterically! My glucose levels were 20 at that moment and one guy said, "My God!" I thanked everyone who was within earshot that day and yesterday, as I often do, I thanked Chic-Fil-A. I know they get a bad rap with the LGBTQ community since they are told that this company hates them. I'm telling you that in my opinion, you are misinformed. But, you must choose accordingly. The people working there got my order done fast while I had taken a pitstop to walk out the stiffness in my left leg and heed the call of nature. I noticed the "Gender Neutral" signs for the bathrooms to which I was reminded by a boss at the Firm that this was being put up and more common these days. Ok. Ifr the client wants it, so be it! Nevertheless, places that don't, from what I have been told, often get into trouble with others. I hate that, but ... all I do is say, "Sorry!" like we used to and try to move on. More irony by the way ... stand by since the Princess is on an inflated roll here! ❤️
Normally,Big T, the fellow boss ... remember, everyone is boss to me these days at the Firm and it's a running joke ... gives me grief for forgetting the Chic-fi-a cause since people used to whine about it. I would sigh back then and tell them that COVID had caused disruptions on the supply chain ... well, because I am often the supply chain and am asked to handle them as I do my work for the Firm ... and people need someone like me to tease ... so, when I would ask for it, they would give me what they thought would make me happy. There's something called "Surachi-Crotchie Sauce!" as I annoyedly think about it in my head ... a dark green sauce that looks unappealing that they gave me some packages of a few times back then and we have gotten over the last couple of years to where I went to Kroger and bought three big bottles of Chic-oil-a cause and hide them throughout the Firm so I don't have to be asked for this stuff again ... and, wait for it ... No one uses it! ❤️
Now to be fair, nothing was said when I got breakfast back to the Firm before 9 am, yet one cute guy teased me by saying, "You got us brunch?" I just laughed since I needed that. ❤️
So, I went back to my office and started working again ... having breakfast and I think chatting with people. My leg was starting to unknot and stop hurting when I remembered that our guys in Survey needed a plot picked up from the Health Department and that Ms. T, who used to work here ... this is to also see if people remember her from my 2008-2010 journals since she proved to me she's a good friend ...had texted me and told me yesterday evening that the thing was signed, a multi-million dollar thing that they needed over at Interchange as quick as I could. I told her I would get that in the morning ... well ... my brain snapped and I chided myself for forgetting and ran through the Firm like the She-Thing from Marvel's Fantastic Four in the 1990s, scaring clients and employees a like. "She can move that fast?" one person asked Big John, who told her the "Bill Bixby Joke!" Only you seventies gang will understand this joke without googling it. See, for you youngsters ... we didn't have google as a kid, no ... we learned from old people like I am now. ❤️
Anyways, I'm off like Hurricane Irma and into the car, heading to the Health Department. Ms. T was there, gracious as always, and just about laughing since she had just asked off I had stopped by. "You didn't hear her," her co-worker joked. "So, no." Then I showed up, proving that Gawd does have a sense of humor and he follows me on Deviant Art! ❤️
I get the document after catching my breath and spending some time with my friends, mentioning to Ms. T that Ms. S in marketing had basically given me a blessing to go forth onto Savannah and create chaos and mayhem. She just shook her head. And off I went again. Now, when I drive, I'm in a company vehicle, driving usually carefully since it's not mine and there are others out there who might get hurt if I'm stupid ... irony again ... but I'm listening to the iTunes off of the phone and I have my iWatch plugged into that so I can talk and not hold the iPhone. In GA, it's against the law and a hefty fine if you get caught. The joke is the only time I'm not talking is sleeping and my Big Sister's kids have told others that I do talk in my sleep. Shocking, right? Nevertheless. I'm off to save the day! I get to Interchange, drop off the document, text the bosses in Survey that it's been delivered and I go downtown to run errands for the bosses, which I get a lot of money for. Yes, I said it! But, I'm rolling, being nice, and waving to people, letting them cross or go first to allow myself to keep an eye on what's happening. That's when my left leg stiffens again and my "missing toes!" the nerves there fired in what's called "Phantom Pain!" which is a misnomer, y'all. If it was truly phantom, would I not feel it? Sort of like asking if a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? The pain gets bad enough that I stop by my favorite Savannah Park, Forsythe Park, and get out after securing the car, and go and walk it out. Being a good employee, I told Mrs. M what was going on and she said, "We call if needed!" So I went to the rose garden that was used as a reference with Israfel and Sandra, artwork done by kecomaster back when, since it was a favorite place of Mom's when she was alive. I go int there, chat with people, and just have a great time when I notice two artists painting, so I go over and chat. In the course of chatting, I said what brought me here this morning was my left leg hurting and my left foot bothering me, so these ladies invited me to sit with them and enhance their day. After a while, I got up, feeling a bit guilty in taking their time and too much company time, when I almost bump into this brat ... not sure who or what he was outside of calling him a brat ... but, he said snidely, "You probably told them about your foot to get sympathy."
I'll pause here to let y'all guess what's going to happen next. If you guess correctly, I will send you $100, but only if you promise that you have not heard this story before. ❤️
My narrowing eyes changed color and I plopped down on a bench, fighting mad, "Excuse me? Would you like for me to pull off my shoe and make you feel like the ass-hat you are showing us you are today?" Well, off came the left shoe ... since I wear closed shoes because some people get uncomfortable with the amputation, especially some of the Office Bunnies ... which one gal came into my office and apologized a while back about being ashamed and insulting ... to which I wasn't sure what she meant, but I told her that an apology with me wipes the slate clean. This creep glanced down at my black sock and I asked, "Need that off or does the shape convince you?" and I started to take off the sock before noticing he was gone by a fart in a diving helmet! Mad, steam out the ears, and just angry, I got up, sighed and tried to focus. So, I left before I made myself the ass-hat that I accused him of being. That is when some bikers got to Forsythe's crossing area and none of them had hit the flashers there at the walk to tell drivers ... who often fly through this zone at more than 25 MPH, which is why the city gave the Firm the contract to design these things, especially with me biking back then and teased by a boss, "I hope you are using those, honey. That would look bad on us." I agreed and have always tried to use them. Anyways, I called out to them to let me trigger the flashers and then saw that there was no cars coming at the moment to which I joked, "Hey, I'll cross and be the speed bump as needed!" That got thanks and laughter from them and I also finished crossing. That was went I looked up to see a gal with carrot-colored hair crossing and she made me think of my Kait, though mine had alburn hair, a darker red ... anyways, this car came closer to her than I would have liked and ... y'all I was terrified that this foolish driver did not see her! So I shouted. Remember in 2012 when President Obama beat out Mitt Romney for president? I got rear-ended by this guy who could barely walk because I stopped for a gal at a crosswalk who could not make up her mind if she was crossing or not. But she lingered around to see if she could say something to the police. At least until I pointed her out and told the officer that she saw what happened and she took off. I'm not sure if the officer checked with her, but in Georgia, a rear-ending is automatically the fault of the person behind you ... and I had my bell run badly, but managed to keep on going because I'm a tough old gal. Now almost 11 years later, I get to watch this almost happen again ... and seeing"Kait" in danger just caused me to snap! But, the gal after getting to safety said that she was ok and we went on our separate ways. Shaken still, I was sitting in the car, pulling myself together for a few minutes before pulling onto the street and going back towards the Firm. Mrs. M called and asked id I could pick up lunch for her and offered to pay for mine, but I told her that I had lost my appetite and probably was going to chill af=t the Firm when I got back. Getting luncn and getting back, I did just that.
Ok, I need to stake a station break, which means I have to do commercials and pay bills ... old DJ joke there, gang ... but I'll be right back before you know it. ❤️
Ok, returning to the chaos and mayhem I promised. So, I'm back, having cold water and a Jack Link's barbecued meat stick for lunch when I realize that I have other things that need to be done. Good time to do them when no one is around, so I get started. The time gets away from me and I realize that the gal who I picked up from the mechanic is standing in the doorway. "Hiya, ma'am! They called me and said it was ready." I glanced at the Alien clock which had flashed 1 pm, lighting up like the Nostromo exploding ... and I asked stupidly, "Where di the time go, honey?" She giggled cutely, making me blush and I told her to wait for me and I would gather up my stuff. Now, here's where Gawd's sense of humor pops in. She goes up front and waits on me while I run through the Firm again, feet banging heavily against the floor which the people downstairs tells the building manager that they hate and she reports that to me or someone else ... and no one seems to care. Though when I'm told, it's just through laughter. Go figure, eh? Anyways, I get my gear and stuff together and meet her up front to where she tells me she just got there and was waiting for me. Blushing again, I just smiled and off we went ...
So, when we got to the traffic light at the end of the street, I was about to make a left hand turn to which I thought I had the right of way at the moment, when this little sports coup blows up behind me, startles the Devil out of me, pisses me off, and causes me to Wolverine-Hulk Rage Attack! Blowing smoke out of my nose I stomp on the acelerator and this little For Focus, heeding my command, blasts forward, scaring my poor passenger badly. "You Sumbitch! Get back here!" I think I said when I went after this boil on the butt of humanity and I had the surgical tool to lance it. Whomever it is takes off, but I remember a white sports coupe with one of those soft blue liecenece tag things over the tag ... I remember thinking that it was odd, sort of like the hanging CD that was supposed to deflect radar signals from speed guns. Anyone remember those things? I do from my various travels through the 1980s and all the way to driving for the Firm. Always, sanity snaps back as I notice the gal looking concerned and embarrassment washes over me. So, for the next mile and all the way to the mechanic's shop, I'm stumble-bunnying all over a series of apologies. Now, this gal is classy ... for she tells me not to worry about it, but I cannot for the moment. So I drop her off and go do my errands. Parking, I sat there for a few minutes with my hands shaking ... I had gotten this mad for the first time in years, since the last time I got that mad was at the neighbors above me for parting, drinking, and smoking pot at all hours of the night ... and no one seeming to care that my sanity was slipping in the same manner that I used to say my Big Sister was slipping from doing too much alcohol and marijuana. Heck, a few people have joked ... and the Big Boss has heard the jokes, even from me, when some say that they can smell the lingering smoke off of my clothing when I come in after the neighbors had been baking themselves. But, here I was ... becoming the monster than I had so much thought I had chained up within me again. Gawd ... and I started to cry! I couldn't stop it. A few people, who knew me, saw me and came by to make sure I was ok and even a few called the Big Boss since most people who know me know the Hell I went through during 2018-2021. The Big Boss ... I haven't spoken to him yet, but I know it's coming. In the past, he's told people that if I had been smoking that crap as I call it, he knew that I would go and get drug tested since it was signed company policy. He trusted and still trusts me today. I called the office, asking for Mrs. W who's basically my supervisor and I confessed all. She had seen me after the Forsythe incident and knew from watching me heal, listening to me patiently over the past few years what I have gone through to get healed ... and she said, "It'll be ok." I did learn later that road rage is considered (in GA at least, probably elsewhere too) to be DUI, which means if I had caught the fool driving the white car, I could go to jail, be sued, and loose my job! Now, it's the law, y'all. If I had gone through all of that level of bad, I would have accepted my actions and taken my punishment as needed as deserved. "Leaders lead, honey!" Pop had said when I was busted for shoplifting back in 1970, caught by a friend of the family, but somehow Pop knew. The friend had known my folks ... everyone did on St. Simons Island and made me give my word I would never do that again. I did. And never shoplifted again. So, here's Mrs. W telling me it's going to be ok and it takes me a while to get things done and I go shopping for supplies. Just to stay out of the office and give humanity a break. I get all of this done ... and find out when I get back to the office that it's time to go home. Red-faced, pale, and brokenhearted ... guiltier than I have ever felt before ... and I just wave to my friends at work, who Big John texted me last night, saying, "You left without a word and people noticed. You ok?" I haven't responded yet ... I don't know exactly what to say.
But when I get home, I realize the car that just about rear ended me at the end of the street ... I know that CAR! Now, I'm not going to say anything about who it might be, but I think I know. Gawd as my witness, I hope I'm wrong! I don't need that confirmed because it will be light "Nightmare on My Street Part 13: The Bitch's Revenge!" Kait's laughing ... you can hear her! I called my good friend from the tabletop game and told him what happened. He was aghast! He knew something was up since I didn't check in with him, especially after what happened at the tabletop game last weekend, but to be fair to my friend, he's been dealing with a whole truckload of issues on his end. But, the moment I started talking, he was probably smiling. "She's going to talk for a while!" ❤️
And there we are, y'all! I'm not sure what else to say since I have said so much, bit DA's site is slowly lagging to keep up with my frantic typing and I know y'all could use a break. Gawd's got a sense of humor ... remember that, y'all. Because I know I'm his favorite star to watch! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Forgiveness Is Not For Others, But Yourself!
**The Princess giggles! wirth an exhaled sigh and a puff of cool steam!**
(By the way, DA said this is a 23minute read. Let me know if you agree or not!) ❤️
Good early morning, y'all! Please bear with me as I try to compose this. I have had another night of just about four hours of sleep and yet, It's shown me that I'm my own worst enemy. But, allow me to expand on my thoughts and illuminate you on what happened yesterday.
If you kept up with me or tried to yesterday, it seemed like I was all over the place, trying to keep on keeping on. Sorry. That's what happens when I get stressed and allowed to go nuts. Probably one of the reasons I have told people when they ask me my sexual preference, I say, "Uninterested." I have found over the years that it is safer for the rest of humanity that I stay alone and yet, I feel like all that is doing is further hurting me. When I feel like that, I stomp on my accelerator of life and go full throttle! If you remember Gatchaman from the 1970s, the version that Sandy Frank did called "Battle of the Planets!", it makes a bit more since with Tiny pushing the throttle stick forward and shouting, "Big ten!" or something like that. I'm probably wrong, but that's ok too. ❤️
Yesterday, I awoke after getting 10 minutes of less than ten hours of sleep. A couple or possibly three nights earlier, I awoke with my heart racing and feeling sick. Tuesday night, I reported to Doc's office through the my chart he's got that what happened. Now, if you have been reading my journals, not only blessings on high for you, but also you know I have an addictive nature and I'm obsessive, something that I never gave much thought about since we that grew up back in the 1970s and 1980s never thought about. Plus, my poor folks felt like they had enough nightmares with my Big Sister who was truly "Hell on Wheels!" and often described me as "The K-Mart Blue Light Special that should be returned!" Gang, this is old history and something I have looked upon like being called a few years back "The Heir Apparent to the Inflationist Kingdom!" or something along those lines. I just laugh, smile very wicked and quietly say, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" As my Aunt Sara and Uncle Vincent said to me as I was growing up, "Good for you, honey!" and "Remember, the small minded attack what they cannot hope to understand!" ❤️
Ok, let me get back on track with explaining yesterday better since you are not plugged into my brain ... at least I hope not! An ex a while ago said I was like a mixture of Beetlejuice and the Mask. "Somebody stop me!" ❤️
I got to work later than I normally do, but still long before the rest of the staff since they are mortal and I'm not ... they see the emails I send out about friendly reminders and the time stamp's revealed those early hours. The Big Boss just shrugs and smiles, since he's such a wonderful guy. Another Boss ... remember, being the low gal on the totem pole means I have to support the base and keep the rest of them straight ... came in and it was supposed to be the Breakfast Club day. I thought that if it was his turn as the original calendar said, then something was wrong, for it was two weeks ago or so that he brought in breakfast, so he shouldn't have to do it. So, I went about my morning. One of the newer Office Bunnies, a ver nice gal, had asked me if I could pick her up from the mechanic since her car needed an oil change. I smiled and said, "Just let me know when, honey!" and went about to create chaos and mayhem for the staff, much to their amusement. It's also no secret that I talk to myself and it's undoubtedly been mentioned to the bosses who shrug and say, "If she starts turning green after the eyes change colors, call FEMA!" But, I was happy. I was teasingly told earlier this week that someone mentioned seeing me dance around the office on the security cameras and that it was said quietly to leave me alone. This crew is like family ... and who loves tormenting you more than family? I just shrugged and kept on going.
Big John, my best friend here at the Firm, came up and mentioned that the Breakfast Club members were assembling like angry Avengers or the Hulk at the table, looking for Mr. Jarvis or Tony Stark to get breakfast. I replied, "The person who was getting it is probably late. Whose turn is it?" He pointed towards the before mentioned boss who I thought had done so earlier ... and I mentioned that to which Big John shrugged. "Can you help?" Can I? Sure. That's what the Firm pays me the big money for! So, we went in together to the Boss's office, where he was slammed with work and dealing with an early morning conference call. I knew better not to say anything, but Big John took the lead and told him what was going on. The Boss blushed and handed me his card to go get breakfast. I told him that it would be Chic-Fi-A and after I picked up the gal I promised from the mechanic. His eyes looked like they glazed over ... y'know I talk too much, right? ... so I just smiled and went, "Yes, Master. I'll go get brains for you. Some abby-normal brains!" and hobbled out. My left leg was hurting as was the partially amputated corresponding foot ... yes, I'm foreshadowing here some irony. Stand by. But I left and got back to handling things.
The gal was already at the mechanic's place when I got there and I picked her up and took her back to the office, which she couldn't thank me enough. I just blushed since she is adorably cute and so nice, but she's like half my age, so ... y'know? I get back and told her what I was doing. "Why didn't you say something, ma'am? I can help!" Well, it's because I work for a living was on ,my tongue and yet I swallowed it as she looked at me with such concern. I smiled. "I got this, honey. Go and keep me posted when you need a ride back." She smiled, nodded, and I went to Chic-Fi-A. This is the same place where I had my diabetic crash back in 2020, which had been happening before the operation ... and, since the Witch Doctor got me hating doctors ... I choose poorly to ignore that, friends, and others who said something later ... especially after the operation ... but this was my way of paying back the place that helped me. Their customers saw me pass out behind the wheel as I threw it into park to keep from hurting people. Gawd, I was told when the EMTs got there, I was slapping my face and crying hysterically! My glucose levels were 20 at that moment and one guy said, "My God!" I thanked everyone who was within earshot that day and yesterday, as I often do, I thanked Chic-Fil-A. I know they get a bad rap with the LGBTQ community since they are told that this company hates them. I'm telling you that in my opinion, you are misinformed. But, you must choose accordingly. The people working there got my order done fast while I had taken a pitstop to walk out the stiffness in my left leg and heed the call of nature. I noticed the "Gender Neutral" signs for the bathrooms to which I was reminded by a boss at the Firm that this was being put up and more common these days. Ok. Ifr the client wants it, so be it! Nevertheless, places that don't, from what I have been told, often get into trouble with others. I hate that, but ... all I do is say, "Sorry!" like we used to and try to move on. More irony by the way ... stand by since the Princess is on an inflated roll here! ❤️
Normally,Big T, the fellow boss ... remember, everyone is boss to me these days at the Firm and it's a running joke ... gives me grief for forgetting the Chic-fi-a cause since people used to whine about it. I would sigh back then and tell them that COVID had caused disruptions on the supply chain ... well, because I am often the supply chain and am asked to handle them as I do my work for the Firm ... and people need someone like me to tease ... so, when I would ask for it, they would give me what they thought would make me happy. There's something called "Surachi-Crotchie Sauce!" as I annoyedly think about it in my head ... a dark green sauce that looks unappealing that they gave me some packages of a few times back then and we have gotten over the last couple of years to where I went to Kroger and bought three big bottles of Chic-oil-a cause and hide them throughout the Firm so I don't have to be asked for this stuff again ... and, wait for it ... No one uses it! ❤️
Now to be fair, nothing was said when I got breakfast back to the Firm before 9 am, yet one cute guy teased me by saying, "You got us brunch?" I just laughed since I needed that. ❤️
So, I went back to my office and started working again ... having breakfast and I think chatting with people. My leg was starting to unknot and stop hurting when I remembered that our guys in Survey needed a plot picked up from the Health Department and that Ms. T, who used to work here ... this is to also see if people remember her from my 2008-2010 journals since she proved to me she's a good friend ...had texted me and told me yesterday evening that the thing was signed, a multi-million dollar thing that they needed over at Interchange as quick as I could. I told her I would get that in the morning ... well ... my brain snapped and I chided myself for forgetting and ran through the Firm like the She-Thing from Marvel's Fantastic Four in the 1990s, scaring clients and employees a like. "She can move that fast?" one person asked Big John, who told her the "Bill Bixby Joke!" Only you seventies gang will understand this joke without googling it. See, for you youngsters ... we didn't have google as a kid, no ... we learned from old people like I am now. ❤️
Anyways, I'm off like Hurricane Irma and into the car, heading to the Health Department. Ms. T was there, gracious as always, and just about laughing since she had just asked off I had stopped by. "You didn't hear her," her co-worker joked. "So, no." Then I showed up, proving that Gawd does have a sense of humor and he follows me on Deviant Art! ❤️
I get the document after catching my breath and spending some time with my friends, mentioning to Ms. T that Ms. S in marketing had basically given me a blessing to go forth onto Savannah and create chaos and mayhem. She just shook her head. And off I went again. Now, when I drive, I'm in a company vehicle, driving usually carefully since it's not mine and there are others out there who might get hurt if I'm stupid ... irony again ... but I'm listening to the iTunes off of the phone and I have my iWatch plugged into that so I can talk and not hold the iPhone. In GA, it's against the law and a hefty fine if you get caught. The joke is the only time I'm not talking is sleeping and my Big Sister's kids have told others that I do talk in my sleep. Shocking, right? Nevertheless. I'm off to save the day! I get to Interchange, drop off the document, text the bosses in Survey that it's been delivered and I go downtown to run errands for the bosses, which I get a lot of money for. Yes, I said it! But, I'm rolling, being nice, and waving to people, letting them cross or go first to allow myself to keep an eye on what's happening. That's when my left leg stiffens again and my "missing toes!" the nerves there fired in what's called "Phantom Pain!" which is a misnomer, y'all. If it was truly phantom, would I not feel it? Sort of like asking if a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? The pain gets bad enough that I stop by my favorite Savannah Park, Forsythe Park, and get out after securing the car, and go and walk it out. Being a good employee, I told Mrs. M what was going on and she said, "We call if needed!" So I went to the rose garden that was used as a reference with Israfel and Sandra, artwork done by kecomaster back when, since it was a favorite place of Mom's when she was alive. I go int there, chat with people, and just have a great time when I notice two artists painting, so I go over and chat. In the course of chatting, I said what brought me here this morning was my left leg hurting and my left foot bothering me, so these ladies invited me to sit with them and enhance their day. After a while, I got up, feeling a bit guilty in taking their time and too much company time, when I almost bump into this brat ... not sure who or what he was outside of calling him a brat ... but, he said snidely, "You probably told them about your foot to get sympathy."
I'll pause here to let y'all guess what's going to happen next. If you guess correctly, I will send you $100, but only if you promise that you have not heard this story before. ❤️
My narrowing eyes changed color and I plopped down on a bench, fighting mad, "Excuse me? Would you like for me to pull off my shoe and make you feel like the ass-hat you are showing us you are today?" Well, off came the left shoe ... since I wear closed shoes because some people get uncomfortable with the amputation, especially some of the Office Bunnies ... which one gal came into my office and apologized a while back about being ashamed and insulting ... to which I wasn't sure what she meant, but I told her that an apology with me wipes the slate clean. This creep glanced down at my black sock and I asked, "Need that off or does the shape convince you?" and I started to take off the sock before noticing he was gone by a fart in a diving helmet! Mad, steam out the ears, and just angry, I got up, sighed and tried to focus. So, I left before I made myself the ass-hat that I accused him of being. That is when some bikers got to Forsythe's crossing area and none of them had hit the flashers there at the walk to tell drivers ... who often fly through this zone at more than 25 MPH, which is why the city gave the Firm the contract to design these things, especially with me biking back then and teased by a boss, "I hope you are using those, honey. That would look bad on us." I agreed and have always tried to use them. Anyways, I called out to them to let me trigger the flashers and then saw that there was no cars coming at the moment to which I joked, "Hey, I'll cross and be the speed bump as needed!" That got thanks and laughter from them and I also finished crossing. That was went I looked up to see a gal with carrot-colored hair crossing and she made me think of my Kait, though mine had alburn hair, a darker red ... anyways, this car came closer to her than I would have liked and ... y'all I was terrified that this foolish driver did not see her! So I shouted. Remember in 2012 when President Obama beat out Mitt Romney for president? I got rear-ended by this guy who could barely walk because I stopped for a gal at a crosswalk who could not make up her mind if she was crossing or not. But she lingered around to see if she could say something to the police. At least until I pointed her out and told the officer that she saw what happened and she took off. I'm not sure if the officer checked with her, but in Georgia, a rear-ending is automatically the fault of the person behind you ... and I had my bell run badly, but managed to keep on going because I'm a tough old gal. Now almost 11 years later, I get to watch this almost happen again ... and seeing"Kait" in danger just caused me to snap! But, the gal after getting to safety said that she was ok and we went on our separate ways. Shaken still, I was sitting in the car, pulling myself together for a few minutes before pulling onto the street and going back towards the Firm. Mrs. M called and asked id I could pick up lunch for her and offered to pay for mine, but I told her that I had lost my appetite and probably was going to chill af=t the Firm when I got back. Getting luncn and getting back, I did just that.
Ok, I need to stake a station break, which means I have to do commercials and pay bills ... old DJ joke there, gang ... but I'll be right back before you know it. ❤️
Ok, returning to the chaos and mayhem I promised. So, I'm back, having cold water and a Jack Link's barbecued meat stick for lunch when I realize that I have other things that need to be done. Good time to do them when no one is around, so I get started. The time gets away from me and I realize that the gal who I picked up from the mechanic is standing in the doorway. "Hiya, ma'am! They called me and said it was ready." I glanced at the Alien clock which had flashed 1 pm, lighting up like the Nostromo exploding ... and I asked stupidly, "Where di the time go, honey?" She giggled cutely, making me blush and I told her to wait for me and I would gather up my stuff. Now, here's where Gawd's sense of humor pops in. She goes up front and waits on me while I run through the Firm again, feet banging heavily against the floor which the people downstairs tells the building manager that they hate and she reports that to me or someone else ... and no one seems to care. Though when I'm told, it's just through laughter. Go figure, eh? Anyways, I get my gear and stuff together and meet her up front to where she tells me she just got there and was waiting for me. Blushing again, I just smiled and off we went ...
So, when we got to the traffic light at the end of the street, I was about to make a left hand turn to which I thought I had the right of way at the moment, when this little sports coup blows up behind me, startles the Devil out of me, pisses me off, and causes me to Wolverine-Hulk Rage Attack! Blowing smoke out of my nose I stomp on the acelerator and this little For Focus, heeding my command, blasts forward, scaring my poor passenger badly. "You Sumbitch! Get back here!" I think I said when I went after this boil on the butt of humanity and I had the surgical tool to lance it. Whomever it is takes off, but I remember a white sports coupe with one of those soft blue liecenece tag things over the tag ... I remember thinking that it was odd, sort of like the hanging CD that was supposed to deflect radar signals from speed guns. Anyone remember those things? I do from my various travels through the 1980s and all the way to driving for the Firm. Always, sanity snaps back as I notice the gal looking concerned and embarrassment washes over me. So, for the next mile and all the way to the mechanic's shop, I'm stumble-bunnying all over a series of apologies. Now, this gal is classy ... for she tells me not to worry about it, but I cannot for the moment. So I drop her off and go do my errands. Parking, I sat there for a few minutes with my hands shaking ... I had gotten this mad for the first time in years, since the last time I got that mad was at the neighbors above me for parting, drinking, and smoking pot at all hours of the night ... and no one seeming to care that my sanity was slipping in the same manner that I used to say my Big Sister was slipping from doing too much alcohol and marijuana. Heck, a few people have joked ... and the Big Boss has heard the jokes, even from me, when some say that they can smell the lingering smoke off of my clothing when I come in after the neighbors had been baking themselves. But, here I was ... becoming the monster than I had so much thought I had chained up within me again. Gawd ... and I started to cry! I couldn't stop it. A few people, who knew me, saw me and came by to make sure I was ok and even a few called the Big Boss since most people who know me know the Hell I went through during 2018-2021. The Big Boss ... I haven't spoken to him yet, but I know it's coming. In the past, he's told people that if I had been smoking that crap as I call it, he knew that I would go and get drug tested since it was signed company policy. He trusted and still trusts me today. I called the office, asking for Mrs. W who's basically my supervisor and I confessed all. She had seen me after the Forsythe incident and knew from watching me heal, listening to me patiently over the past few years what I have gone through to get healed ... and she said, "It'll be ok." I did learn later that road rage is considered (in GA at least, probably elsewhere too) to be DUI, which means if I had caught the fool driving the white car, I could go to jail, be sued, and loose my job! Now, it's the law, y'all. If I had gone through all of that level of bad, I would have accepted my actions and taken my punishment as needed as deserved. "Leaders lead, honey!" Pop had said when I was busted for shoplifting back in 1970, caught by a friend of the family, but somehow Pop knew. The friend had known my folks ... everyone did on St. Simons Island and made me give my word I would never do that again. I did. And never shoplifted again. So, here's Mrs. W telling me it's going to be ok and it takes me a while to get things done and I go shopping for supplies. Just to stay out of the office and give humanity a break. I get all of this done ... and find out when I get back to the office that it's time to go home. Red-faced, pale, and brokenhearted ... guiltier than I have ever felt before ... and I just wave to my friends at work, who Big John texted me last night, saying, "You left without a word and people noticed. You ok?" I haven't responded yet ... I don't know exactly what to say.
But when I get home, I realize the car that just about rear ended me at the end of the street ... I know that CAR! Now, I'm not going to say anything about who it might be, but I think I know. Gawd as my witness, I hope I'm wrong! I don't need that confirmed because it will be light "Nightmare on My Street Part 13: The Bitch's Revenge!" Kait's laughing ... you can hear her! I called my good friend from the tabletop game and told him what happened. He was aghast! He knew something was up since I didn't check in with him, especially after what happened at the tabletop game last weekend, but to be fair to my friend, he's been dealing with a whole truckload of issues on his end. But, the moment I started talking, he was probably smiling. "She's going to talk for a while!" ❤️
And there we are, y'all! I'm not sure what else to say since I have said so much, bit DA's site is slowly lagging to keep up with my frantic typing and I know y'all could use a break. Gawd's got a sense of humor ... remember that, y'all. Because I know I'm his favorite star to watch! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
