Mean People Suck. Ice Cream Does Not.

So today at The Asylum, the GM made some insensitive remarks that pushed me over the emotional edge and made me do the ugly girl cry.

People are assholes.

His exact comments aren't really important, I don't want to open up a big assed Sam's Club sized can o' worms, but let's just say.. he's familiar with my family situation, my financial embarrassments and living arrangements and while it's okay for ME to joke around about it, it is NOT okay for his skanky old man ass to make me the topic of his stupid jokes. Especially when I recently discovered that I'd been the joke of the day during the manager's meeting over at the other plant just a couple of weeks ago.

I'll be honest. Christmas is hard, but this year, I handled it surprisingly well. I was proud of myself. Then today, after several hours of Bossholio acting like a troll that had just slithered out from under his bridge, I wasn't really in the mood for the GM's mouth.

I bawled all the way home. Then? I go inside to tell Ma that I have to run to the store (Lola was out of bedding) and she tells me to call my Trashy Big Boobed Cousin with the Lazy Eye to see if her youngin had made it home because she'd seen her up on the mountain and she needed a ride.

I'm pretty certain Ma hadn't been out of the house, much less up on the mountain.. driving.

I told her I'd be back later. I got back out to the truck, dug around in my bag and found my "omg I'm losing my shit" pills and swallowed one. By the time I got to the next town, I'd gone from ugly girl cry to blaring AC/DC and singing at the top of my lungs. I stopped at the By Pass Dollar store, bought myself some clearance rack fuzzy leopard print pj bottoms, stopped to give a lady a jump in the grocery store lot, got some pizza and a salad for dinner and came home.

After I got Ma and the dogs fed, I loaded the dishwasher, came back to the girl cave, put on my fuzzy pj bottoms and pigged out on sugar free chocolate ice cream.

My head hurts. I've got shit I need to be doing, but I'm not doing it. Not tonight.

Sometimes people suck.

Later Taters.