It has been a few hours and I'm still angry.

[AnqeiicDemise]

Today was fairly decent. I got about two hours off of the phones to do some arts and crafts for my team, I only had about two stupidly annoying, as in makes-the-nunavutians-run-for-their-fucking-money-stupid, callers today. After my shift, I wait another hour and a half (which I HATE doing) for my husband to get off his shift but it wasn't too bad.

I did crafties more.

But after twelve hours of being in that lovely hell, wearing high heels (which I'm not accustomed to still), ovulating (yay cramps and bloating!) and fucking hungry, I still had to stop by the store to get food. So there goes ANOTHER forty minutes of hell as the store was busy as all fuck. By the time we got out of there, my ankles were swollen to the size of soft balls and my heels were pretty much embedded into my skin.

I come home, wanting to rest my lovely, tired self when I see the fucking asshole that gave me troubles a few months ago is now parked, in.my.fucking.spot. (this is the same asshole that gave me the third degree cat butt face of doom because I pulled up into his car port three months ago to make a three point turn).

And why?

Because another, inconsiderate asshole (maybe, could be a guest), parked in their spot.

I mean, seriously, does that make fucking sense to anyone? "Oh gee, my carport, which I pay for, is stolen.. I'll just steal my neighbor's, paid-for carport."

It pissed me off. I'm still angry.

....

Now, if we've been parking in the wrong port for a month and a half 1) why not leave me a note on my windshield a long time ago? I could've doubled checked with the apartments and gotten it fixed right away. 2) if I'm parked in the wrong port its because that's what the apartment told us it was... but that brings me right back to point fucking 1, why not just tell me versus being a fucking little douche?

[Akasa]

Have him towed.

[Jester]

But after twelve hours of...wearing high heels (which I'm not accustomed to still)... my ankles were swollen to the size of soft balls and my heels were pretty much embedded into my skin.

Suggestion: don't wear heels to work if you don't like them or aren't used to them.

I realize that I say this as a guy, who in no way even pretends to understand female logic, especially when it comes to shoes, but I thought I should at least point out this possibility.

[Evil Queen]

1) get the ass towed.

2) Try a lower heel. I sometimes have to wear heels to work too so I get away with 1 and 1-1/2 inch heels.

Jester, sometimes women HAVE to wear heels. It's part of the "Uniform", if you will.

[AnqeiicDemise]

So, today, I called the apartments and asked, just to make sure, what was going on and if I had been parking my car in the wrong place.

Well, I had been.

In fact, three cars in the four port place have been parking wrong -- we're all to move one spot to the right. So I do feel bad about leaving that note but really, it was not his fault.. nor my fault. The apartments forgot to add the numbers to the port after they painted the buildings. -.-

So the complex manager is having someone add the numbers today, I'll park in my spot and if the *red* honda tries taking my spot I'll tell him of the error... and that his spot is a little further away from home than he wanted (about eight spots over to the right).

Even if I hate admiting my mistake, I'll own up to it. That's the way I roll.

[gremcint]

just be happy you didn't have him towed then.

[AnqeiicDemise]

I agree with you, Grem... I'm just irritated that my righteous anger (ha ha, when is anything 'righteous' ever righteous?) got sucked out of me. It was a sucky situation all around and now I can't blame my favorite scapegoat.

Not that he's really a scapegoat but he's just an ass. He's one of those neighbors that are so smug and full of that 'I am better than thee' attitude that I was glad I finally had something to smack the smug off his face.

Then it turns out I was wrong. -.- Damnit.