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About This Author
I am a 40 year old married mother of two teenage boys. I live for writing, especially romance. Love the happily ever after scenerio. The best thing about writing for me is the ability to lose yourself in your work, and feel as if you've accomplished something great. At the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
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Poisoned Purple Pen #891211 added September 5, 2016 at 7:56am
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Care for Take Out?
Ah Wednesday. Hump day. That middle of the week blah freakin blah kinda work day. That is, until....
*cue dramatic music here*
That crazy ass witch who annoyed the shit out of me back in May when I was running the shop blew in like a hurricane. I know I can talk. A lot. Just ask anyone. But this woman, and yes I am using that damn term loosely, blew into the office and once her mouth opened, it didn't stop for the next 20 minutes. It didn't matter that I was on the phone. That my husband [R] was trying to tell me about parts I needed to order, which suppliers to call, etc. She just kept right on going. I couldn't even look at her for if I did, I just knew my mouth would get me into trouble.
Do you know what she reminded me of? The effin energizer bunny. Keeps going, and going, and going. Oh how I wished she actually had a battery pack I could rip right off of her skinny self absorbed ass and make it stop!
But wait, that's not all! Oh no. So I'm sitting at my desk, on the phone, writing up estimates in the computer when I suddenly realize I smell Sweet and Sour Chicken. You know the smell. It's sweet. And sour!  It is my favorite Chinese food. Err, it was until today. I swear this person must have bathed in it. It's the only way she would reek like it so bad that the odor permeated the entire office and was making its way to the garage.  All I know is, I'll never eat that food again, and any time I smell it, I will probably want to vomit. Thank a lot lady. It's bad enough she ruined my day, but taking away my Chinese take out is just a shitty thing to do!
I made R break out the air freshener the second she walked out the damn door. And of course, we didn't have any. But we did have a bottle of perfume lying around. Where that came from who knows. So now the door is open, the screen door is open, and R is spraying some expensive cologne all over the office!
Did I mention it's apparently allergy season? No! Well last night I noticed I had a sore throat, so the cologne just did wonders on my sinuses damn it. A sneeze. Then another. And of course these fuckers must come in 3s.
I'd emailed myself the story I was working on that I need to post tonight for the end of the August round and for I Write Romantic. But since stinky bitch was there first thing this morning, she ruined all my warm fuzzy, romantic feelings. I did try to pull up the copy I emailed myself. Of course that wasn't there. Not even in the freakin spam folder. Typical bullshit.
I was just so damn happy to leave work, late, but I headed home. And then I discovered that the dishwasher was still full, and dirty dishes were all over the counter.  Couldn't even sit down and relax for a minute until that was taken care of.
God help anyone who gets in my way the rest of today because I need to get that story written and submitted.
Ah bloody hell. I've been interrupted by my youngest who's complaining. Guess I need to play sympathetic mom now. I'm out
Prompt: Rant about something that fucked you off
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