Dear Subcontractor…
I am truly, TRULY sorry that we gave you more money than you asked for. You are right, we should be ashamed of ourselves. Because now, horror of horrors, you’ll have to type up an invoice for the remaining balance of your contract and immediately stamp it as paid. I know, we’re bitches.

75 cents plus 0 cents does not equal 35 cents. How about I give you both the 75 cents and the 35 cents, and you can buy yourself a calculator from the dollar store?

The due date for your invoices is the 20th of the month. I know calendars can be tricky, what with all their numbers and days of the week and such, but seriously. Due date on the 20th does not mean give it to us on the 30th and be pissed when we don’t accept it.

That being said, when it comes in late, we have to process your invoices on the following month. Please, PLEASE don’t call me and ask where your money is. It’s not your money yet, it’s a freaking piece of paper with “LATE” written in red across the top. And if we have a 20 minute conversation about how your billing was late two months ago so that’s why you’re just now getting paid, please don’t turn in another invoice late and ask me if you’re getting paid on time. Quick answer is “no.” More appropriate answer is “screw you.”

I may not be the head honcho of the company, but I know what I’m doing. And I know how to communicate with my coworkers. So if I give you an answer you don’t like, don’t bother trying to call someone else for a different answer. I will have already walked to their office and warned them of our conversation. And then when they give you the same answer I gave you, we will sit and laugh at your expense.

Thank you for making my job so aggravating that I pull out my hair. You are saving me a bundle in hair care products.

Love,
Sara




Money Does Buy Happiness

Beauty over Practicality, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

I am so materialistic, it’s sad.

I have spent a good part of the day researching stuff online. Dan and I are planning on making two fairly large purchases in the next 6 months. The first, a new laptop. My computer has suddenly decided that running my oh-so-complex free games from BigFishGames.com is too tiring. It’s not a big deal since I rarely get on my computer at home, but it’s a pain to sit and wait 10 minutes for a page to load. And let’s face it, I read a lot of blogs. Someday I’ll be home sick and will need my daily dose of Dooce, and will be ticked when my computer doesn’t work. So, we started researching laptops. We figure it will be good because I can use it at home, and Dan can take it to school when necessary. I want a pink one, but that was shot down almost immediately. I also pointed out one with a cool graphic pattern on the cover, but it was about $100 more than the same laptop without the picture on it. We’ve basically decided that we’re getting a Sony and now we just need to narrow it down to one. (Sony’s also come in spring green…just throwing that option out there….)
The seond major purchase we’re considering is actually baby furniture. Before you start asking me if it’s a boy or girl, let me explain. I was sitting in an uncomfortable arm chair as my tv watching chair in the office. I seriously don’t understand why the thing was made, other than as a form of legal torture. The back arches, the arm rests are hard, the frame of the seat is not padded, so you sit in a cushy spot, only to have the frame digging into the bottom of your thighs. Dan lugged another chair up from my parents’ library for me, but it’s a soft fabric that will be uncomfortably warm once the summer hits. So, we started looking at recliners. Even at Costco, recliners cost a small fortune. This led to us researching rocking chairs and gliders, and I have fallen in love. The gliders are soft and cushy, often recline as well and have an ottoman that glides too. They are in neutral colors that match all decor and come in a variety of shapes and styles. We went to Babies R Us and sat in almost every single one they had, almost falling asleep from the comfort level. It was actually quite amusing to see Dan testing them all out as well. The only bad part of having him with me is that he didn’t let me look at the adorable tiny baby clothes. Seriously, a plaid vest made for a newborn with matching beret was so cute, I almost threw up.
OK, back to the point. It may seem a little silly to be purchasing nursery furniture before even getting pregnant, but it would be comfy for me now and would be a solid investment piece that we could use again in the future. Plus, if we get the ones that look like an armchair instead of a traditional glider, (see pictures above) than we could pull it off as adult furniture. Assuming I ever move from it once we get it assembled. I want to get one that is a neutral sandstone color which is less comfy than a tan one. It’s not that I don’t like the tan, it’s just that I like the sandstone color more. Is it bad to want to buy something more expensive and less comfy because of the color?

Husband, don’t suggest we upholster the tan one. You and I both know that I would never be able to come to any sort of decision on fabric and it would stay tan forever. Don’t pretend.




Flypaper for Freaks

Chocolate Chip Cookie, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

Dan and I went to Sweet Tomatoes for dinner last night. As we sat down, an elderly lady came up to our table and put one of those “Be Ripe Back” and “Until Next Thyme” cards on our table. She said it was in case we wanted to get up and get more food. I thanked her, as polite as always, while Dan gave her a wavering look and pondered if she was senile.

Me: She must not have had one at her table and took it off our empty one. It was nice of her to bring it back for us to use.
Dan: Yup. Or maybe these things happen just because I’m with you.
Me: What’s that supposed to mean?
Dan: Weird stuff happens to you all the time.
Me: That’s not true! Name one weird thing that happened to me in the last 24 hours!
Dan: It’s a good thing you added the 24 hours disclaimer.
Me: OK, fine. Name something weird that’s happened to me in the past week!
Dan: The woman at the bookstore.
Me: That was 8 days ago. So there.

Dan kinda shook his head at me and laughed it off. We continued to eat our salad in relative peace. Finally, we had both finished the salads and I wanted a cup of chili. Dan grabbed some pasta and immediately went back to the table. I stood in line, waiting for cornbread. Which I never got. Fie on you Sweet Tomatoes.
As I was giving up on the cornbread, Dan came up to me and asked if I got chocolate chip cookies.

Me: Chocolate chip cookies?
Dan: Yes. Did you take chocolate chip cookies over to the table?
Me: No…I’ve been here the whole time. Why?
Dan: You’ll see.

I returned to the table to find two small chocolate chip cookies on my napkin. When I asked Dan where they came from, he shrugged. We looked around, and saw that the crazy lady who gave us back the card had a bag of them in front of her.

Me: That was nice of them.
Dan: They’re probably poisoned.
Me: No, they probably realized they couldn’t eat a dozen between the two of them and decided to share.
Dan: Why give you two of them and none to me?
Me: They probably expect me to give you one.
Dan: Or maybe you just attract crazy people to you and I repel them away.

I bit into a cookie as Dan freaked out that I was going to die from arcenic. When a smile hit my lips from the yumminess that is fresh baked cookies, Dan relented and ate the second one.

Me: Aren’t you glad I shared?
Dan: I don’t understand why these things happen to you. From now on, I’m going to bring a camera with me everywhere so I can document all the weirdos you attract.
Me: OK, first off – you’d have to be in the womens’ bathroom because that where the weirdos seem to always want to touch my hair. And secondly, I married you, so what does that say about your weirdness level.
Dan: I am king of the weirdos.




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