Oh Drama

What a horrible Monday. The type of Monday that makes one want to pack her things, write a phenomenal resignation letter and make a new life. What would it be like to just up and move, to just go somewhere where nobody knows your name. A place where there is only peace and beauty around you. Where you have an inner peace that no one can penetrate...sounds too good, but what's holding me back...As I look at the facts, such as, I don't have a husband to hold me back and I don't have a child, what is really holding me back. Could it be the thrill of always fighting and always winning? Could it be that its too easy to do...I don't know but I figured for now, logging on and releasing some anger would help. So I'm exceptional, yes exceptional at my job, with 15 years of experience under my belt. I am nothing but just plain to nice to all, unless if you decide to fuck with me. So I go into work today, having a very happy morning, what a beautiful day when I must hear from colleagues that 5 of them received phone calls from this deranged, mental alcoholic. Okay, so I had a sleepover with my niece and nephews, was not out and about this Friday night..but come on..has she nothing better to do on a Friday night.

So she calls my colleagues, all of whose loyalty umm lies with me. So she calls them up, badgering them to tell the boss that I'm talking about her. Now, the sad part to all of this, is that I haven't said a word. If I knew this was going to happen, then yea, I would've said a mouthful, but somehow I chose the mature route. I love my colleagues, work is work, and like I stated earlier, I'm just nice to everyone. So after about 4 colleagues refused to get involved, this freakin paranoid lush, coaxes one in. So today, during a top secret meeting with the boss, as she questioned and questioned this colleague, a drum roll please, the tables turned. Could you imagine. The colleague stated all observations and hence, made her sob uncontrollably, as once again, she made a complete ass of herself. She cried even harder, as I was told, when the personal stuff came out, such as the dressing like me, talking like me, acting like me...wtf...you're from Long Island, loser. You're naturally cursed with that high pitched annoying dialect. So go shoot yourself now and leave me out of it...So after that, I see her, this faccia brutta, eyes swollen just one great big old mess. Not to mention, but like what was up with that freakin sweater, how could you even own such a thing. So yea, she's one big mess, clothes and all, and guess who begins "to take a tone and slam things", nope not I, I'm just too sweet, like sugar. Yeah, so she has a tude now, this is just not ending. What am I to do...besides laugh.

I just can't understand people anymore. I think it comes with age. In my 20's I was such a people person. As I've gotten older, I must say, I just want everyone to go away..I don't even want to know you....think it may be time to move on, venture off to someplace new...like the country or something. Someplace where things are a bit slower, the people nicer, not in your business, someplace where I can stop, plant and smell the roses, someplace to slow down mentally, someplace to try new recipes, and write blogs, someplace to wear a nice long flowing dress, someplace to enjoy peace and tranquility. Someplace where paranoid alcoholics over 40 are banned.....or is it just best to now spend my days whispering, whispering every second to people, whispering on the phone every moment of the day, whisper, whisper, whisper...as a really sweet way of driving zorcala absolutely insane in the membrane...yeah I think it works for me....but as far as running away and cooking sauce for 3 hours....just another dream to dream about....just a place to run to...maybe oneday, it'll be for real.