I think the only personality type in the world that I can't get along with is one of the condescending people. Seriously, I get along with pretty much everyone, except condescending shitheads. I am pretty sure I may have ranted about this before but that doesn't matter. These people need to know that they aren't making themselves look good to anyone that they are trying to impress by putting others down. Don't act like you are smarter than me because I know your Uncle got you this job! (personal reference, sorry) I would like to know what these people are thinking. What, in your little messed up mind, is telling you that you are better than everyone and that you need to make sure people know you are so freaking great!
GET OVER YOURSELF!
Worst part of this is there might be a person that I am thinking of when it comes to the above rant and I can't do anything about avoiding such person since heavy contact with them is part of my job.(that was a long sentence, i might have needed a comma.) This is going to be one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I hate being the bigger man sometimes. It blows. And I know that I am not going to get recognized for the great idea i had today. This person will steal it and claim it as their own.
On another annoying note is that I am almost 100% that my mom is buying a new house. Some who know where my mother lives will say great, she needs to get out. But here is the deal, the house that she currently occupies and the only home I have ever known (we never moved when I was a kid) is the house that my dad made his own. The house was a 2 story when me father bought it from his grandpa. But the second floor had no walls, it was one giant empty room. So my dad built a staircase and all the rooms upstairs. But being my father he obviously didn't want to buy all the supplies so he would take trips to auctions and salvage yards and what not to get the things needed. For instance, all the spindles going up the stairs and around the stair case are from some riverboat that went bankrupt and was selling everything. All the ceilings are hand painted, with this really odd design that I still try to figure out, by this old man who lived at the bottom of the street. There is so much in that house I am rather heart broken to think that I will never see it again. To loose all that history and love and move to a sterile new place with no character breaks me. I know that I am not moving into the gross nasty new house, but still. It's the last piece of my dad dying. And it hurts just almost as bad as the loosing first piece.
But my one happy note, and not to down play it cause it is really freaking awesome, is that I booked the most insane trip that I have been on to date. I am going to Europe in February. That isn't the insane part. The insane part is that I am going to Sweden, to the part of the country above the Arctic Circle, to stay at a hotel that isn't even built yet. You know why it's not built? That's cause it's made of ICE!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes to those of you who have watched the Travel Channel special, I am going to the Ice Hotel. I am staying in a cold room which means I will sleep on a bed made of ICE in extremely cold temperatures. I am also going to take an ice sculpting class as well as ride a reindeer and go in hunt of the Northern Lights. Maybe do a little dog sled riding, i don't know if we will have time. This is going to be one of those things that changes me. I just know that life won't be the same after the ice hotel. I might lose a finger to the cold, or I might just, I don't know. But I know that this is a truly once in a life time thing and I am going to rock it hard core. It's that simple.
The trip isn't just to Sweden. Here is how it is going down. Try to keep up -
Saint Louis to Houston
Houston to Amsterdam
Amsterdam to surrounding Nether regions
Amsterdam to Stockholm
Stockholm to Kiruna (home of Ice Hotel and the Yellow House)
Kiruna to Rome - via Stockholm and Milan
Rome to Newark
Newark to Saint Louis
Party on Wayne. Party on Garth (or in this case Janet)
1 comment:
party on, what comfort would you like?
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