Can You Hear Me Now?

Today I am bitchy.

While working on this business plan today, my computer decided to crash on me several times in a row. Since my computer is slow as molasses no matter what I’m doing, the whole restarting/reloading of programs and documents just to have it crash again is very time consuming and FRUSTRATING AS HELL. So after swearing at my computer many times (have you ever read this entry by Robyn? Ahahaha that was me today!) I decided I better just leave the house before I explode. I hopped on my scooter to go get myself a (3.5 Point) vanilla cone from McDonalds. Now, lately I have needed to keep my right eye closed if I want to see only one of everything, so that can make driving my scooter hazardous if someone sneaks up on me from my right. I haven’t had an accident yet, but it could happen. As I was pulling up onto the sidewalk outside Sears, there was a couple that came out of nowhere (for me) on my right. I stopped immediately and didn’t even come close to hitting them. They both stopped in their tracks and stared at me as I turned my scooter and kept going. I heard the woman mumble something rude under her breath about my pathetic existence.

Normally I would just keep going and ignore her. However, she caught me on a bad day. I slowly rode backwards and asked “what did you say?” to which she didn’t respond and just looked at me. I said “I can’t see out of my right eye and you two sort of took me by surprise there. Did I hit you or anything??” No response again. “No, I did not hit you. So why don’t you shut the fuck up and keep your opinions to yourself?” and off I went. Because I’m a badass!! It’s times like that I wish I could burn rubber with that thing.

Next up was McDonald’s, where I bought my cone and then sat at a table near the back to eat it. I saw an elderly blonde woman at the table beside me and knew immediately who she was… this crazy “psychic” lady who hit me up about 8 years ago outside of Eau Claire market. She just approaches people who are alone (probably mostly women with no wedding rings), compliments them, and as she seems very sweet, soft spoken and harmless, you tend to believe her when she says she has things she feels she must tell you (after you give her $20, of course). Being all naive and hopeful like I used to be (heh), I gave her the $20 and she proceeded to tell me all kinds of crap such as how I was going to meet the man of my dreams “at a club you really like” (which, when she managed to dig into the depths of her psychic brain and pull out the name, isn’t a club I would even go to, never mind actually meet a decent guy at). She was WAY off on anything she tried to tell me about myself and my life at the present time. I walked away feeling completely duped and ripped off and never forgot her, and have seen her around the city a couple times since then. Anyway, she was talking to a woman and I could hear some of their conversation about the man she was going to meet and all her psychic babbling bullshit. When the woman would say something about herself, psychic crazy would respond “oh, I know! I could tell that about you right away!” I wanted to yell out “don’t give her a dime! Run away now!” but the money would have already exchanged hands. As I finished my cone, the woman getting the reading walked away with a smile on her face and then the psychic crazy started to approach me. Our eyes met as I got up to get back on my scooter. I said “I already fell for your bullshit a few years ago, I can’t believe you are still around ripping people off with your psychic drivel” before driving away to the dumbfounded look on her face. Because I’m a badass! I guess I should have asked for my $20 back too.

Then I came home and soon I’ll get back to work on the business plan. This one is going really well, and the man I am doing it for is very easy to work with as he gets back to me right away with any revisions/information I need and knows how to use a computer. Unlike the last guy. He is also paying me as I go, which is going to be how I do business from now on, and I’m not the least bit worried about his reliability. Unlike the last guy. Who, by the way, never paid me in full. He still owes me more than half of my invoice and doesn’t respond to my repeat requests for my money. I even emailed his brother, who also knows of the work I did (”great job!”), asking for another way to get my invoice to (***Name Deleted because he contacted me shortly after I wrote this and I’m now paid***) for payment and received, of course, no response. I worked damn hard on that plan. Really hard, and he wasted a lot of my time, and he owes me for every cent. I revealed his name because until he pays me, he doesn’t deserve any respect from me. And we’ve already established that I’m not in the best of moods today So if you ever hear of a motorcycle dealership called “(Name deleted)” opening up in the Calgary area, let me know, okay?

Now I must go see if I have enough Points left for a bottle of scotch. Heh.