Temerity Jane

I think I’m a banana tree.

The Redhead: YOUR BLOG IS TURNING INTO A BIG LETDOWN

No joke, right?

So I’d like to tell you I’ve been doing some big and important things, but really, I just actually have a job that doesn’t afford me hours upon hours a day to blog, and I’m currently trying to work out a way to fit blogging, my social life, my job, and oh yeah, what’s-his-name all into the space of single day time frames.

Anyway. So speaking of my job, you read the guest post, I assume, about what it’s like to meet and hang out with us all. Obviously, having given such a good impression, we must have been on our best behavior. I say this because we had a staff meeting today that, no joke, included me throwing myself on the floor in a frustrated fury. And surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, that was NOT the first time I threw myself on the floor here. And I sincerely doubt it will be the last time.

This particular time involved the HMFIC and the other coordinator sitting across from a developer and I. And the developer and I are just going back and forth at each other, getting more and more heated, until there was talk of polishing doorknobs, toddlers, and either the HMFIC or other coordinator speaking up and saying “You both know you’re arguing for the same thing, right?”

Well, HE was arguing it WRONG!

And I hurt my elbow in my dramatic floor-flinging.

Anyway, here’s the thing. I figure I need to be a bit of a better blogger for a while, because I might need a favor from you guys sometime soon, so let’s get back to talking about weird shit that’s happened to me, ok? I don’t think I can ask you for a favor after my blog has been a BIG DISAPPOINTMENT for weeks on end.

So, last weekend, Naaldy chased me out of the house to go get some food. I went to a drive through, Wendy’s, to be specific, and I ordered and was waiting at the window, tra la la.

So I’ve got my car window open and Wendy’s has their drive through window open, and I’m sitting around waiting for my foods, and I idly watched a yellow jacket fly into the restaurant and come to rest just inside the window on the counter.

There was a manager type standing near by and he watched me watch the bug fly in, and I think, since a customer saw it, he felt obligated to handle the issue. So he came over to the window and starts trying to shoo the bug back out.

I was a bit nervous watching him, because he didn’t seem to be taking the ridiculous amount of care and shrieky panic that a stinging bug requires, but hey, maybe he’s not afraid of them, right?

SO not afraid of them, in fact, that he finally captured it and scooped it into his bare hands! What a brave man! Not a worry in the world about getting stung, he just cared about his customers and the bug-free status of his restaurant. I was so impressed.

Well, impressed until he took his cupped hands

flung the bug out the drive through window

and directly into the open window of my car.

And then, Internet, do you know what he did? Do you know what he did as I started swatting the air around me, trapped inside my car with a bug of the stinging, possibly going to make me cry, shouldn’t be in my car kind of nature?

He watched me begin to try to shoo the bug out of my car, the bug HE HAD THROWN INTO MY CAR, and he SLAMMED THE DRIVE THROUGH WINDOW CLOSED.

Without even giving me my diet soda!

*****

Edited to add:

TJ: THERE I POSTED
The Redhead: WELL IT HAD BETTER BE GOOD YOU ABOMINABLE SLUT
(sorry. low blood sugar.)