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Douse yourself in cheap perfume, it's so fitting.

And like dousing yourself in cheap perfume is so fitting of the way you are (because you can't cover it up), this quote is so fitting of the way I am.

"It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust." - Samuel Johnson

Now, I'm not saying that I am always a trusting person, but I do trust. However, a person can only allow so many opportunities before they just make him/herself look like a fool. And I just don't want to look that way.

I went to the gym and swam laps again last night. i LOVE it. Seriously, lapping the pool is probably the best thing for me. I'm still losing pounds and that makes me tremendously happy, but what I love even more about it is that it works every part of me almost. Swimming is so good for me. Yay. Keep encouraging me, I use it as power. :)

After the pool, I sat in the sauna and detoxed again. I can't explain how soothing that is. I mean, yes you sweat ridiculously, but it feels so good. And it really purifies the skin. On an emotional/mental and physical tier, I believe the sauna detoxes the body. I come out of there and step into a cool shower, wash off the glisten (AKA sweat) and then go about my life --- cleaner, purer, happier.

I sat down to watch my second favorite summer television show last night (Big Brother) and found myself completely uninterested. I think I felt that way because this particular episode seemed to have more arguing than I cared to watch. But I did watch Wipeout and I cried from hysterical laughter. Watch
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Today I got to work, almost late but not. And thank goodness because Kaye wasn't here and didn't get here until much later. Anyhow, right off the bat this guy calls in and he's a total jerk. Rude, all but calling me worthless because he neglected his obligations. Let's just say I wasn't in the mood for attitude.

But I held my tongue and let him yell at me for a few minutes and then I sat, in silence, while he wondered if I was even on the other end still. When he started to speak, I said, 'okay, now let me say something.' And then I proceeded to give him a piece of my mind.

How dare he treat me like trash when my entire job revolves around making his job as easy and possible. I did, afterall, contact him before now to let him know he was nearing this situation.

After that conversation, my co-worker called my boss, who wasn't here, and tattled what she knew (which was just my side of the story, and this irritated me, because I can handle myself, yanno) and claimed that the man on the phone was cussing at me, which (not that I'm defending him) he did not. This utterly pissed off my boss and he then called the man directly and told him that I was the only reason the benefit he was currently having issue is even afforded to members and if he treated me or anyone else in this office this way again, there would be no other communication between this office and him.

My other co-worker told me I should have just said, "well, you really can't fix stupid, can you?" and hung up the phone. As much as I would have liked that, I'm more professional than that.

So after that storm blew over, I got three MORE calls from people who were having issues. Why did I get all the weirdos today? Well, probably because God knows I have the best temper/demeanor in the office when it comes to these things. But in the between time, I did get a call from my second favorite member (am I allowed to have favorite people?). Whenever he calls or comes by, my heart flutters a little bit, teehee. He's always charming and always kind.

Anyhow, when I answered the phone he said, 'hello Alison.' And it startled me. When I told him I was glad it was him, and why I was glad it was him (with less details than this blog), he got defensive of me and said, 'Tell me the guy's name. You know I know him. I'll let him know who he should and shouldn't be an asshole to. You're the kindest person I know, there's no reason he should have been rude to you. NO reason.'

It's funny, but it felt nice to be defended by a guy other than my brother and his friends. haha. No offense to guys like Patrick Reilly who would (I trust, anyway) defend me if I needed them to. Right boys?

And tonight's going to be a family-fun-filled night. I'm having dinner with the Adams family and cannot wait.

Another blog to come tomorrow about a girls only beach trip on Sunday. Booya.





And lastly, you can't spell money without M-E, but that doesn't mean I have any. :[

Comments

Laura said…
i love love love swimming and i'm glad you're enjoying it! keep it up!

and, for the record, i don't have any money either :(

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