The Partys Over

Ok so I still love the fact that its warm but this yellow crap all over my car is sooo giving me a headache. I have been living on Sudafed for a week now and I actually woke up last night to the sound of my sinuses draining in to the back of my head, very reminiscent of what I would imagine scraping bone sounds like. Yes that is weird, no you don't care but I DO! Anyway this time its not going away with sudafed so I topped it off with 2 Tylernol no not one TWO. No lectures please...(my brother would be giving me a lecture on the danger of taking pain medicine all the time right now) But I don't care I have A STINKIN HEADACHE!

Work has been its usual spring hectic self lately. Filling orders for 3 different people in one day coming in on 5 semi's full of pollen producing flowers that no dought will ALL decide to show up tomorrow at exactly 12 when everybody decided its lunch time. And 6 landscapers come in all needing huge palms loaded. You know all in a days work kind of FUN. My Dad actually thrives on this stuff, the more hectic life is the better he functions, everybody else starts loosing hair and their eyes get dark circles around them and they yell at you for saying hello because they are too stressed out to function and my Dad is laughing and having a great time running around like a chicken with his head cut off. (except he actually knows exactly where he is going, what he is doing ,why he is doing it the way he is doing it and how you could be doing what your doing better and faster. )(bad part is hes usually right, ok ok 99.99 percent of the time he is right,but you know sometimes thats not good odds,just ask the stitch marks in his head) Anyways... Somehow in my creation God forgot to pass that little bit of genetic coading on to me. My Mom on the other hand cant drive in the place without getting ulcers. And the office with the phone ringing the other phone ringing and the radio going off asking for help or answers to questions while you actually try helping the person in front of you makes her eyes glaze over and her head just shut down all together. I guess maybe Im somewhere in the middle of the two. I think I do ok most of the time I do my best anyway but every once in a while a customer will really get under my skin and then Im shot out as Johnny puts it for hours and just cant get it together. You know people are actually surprisingly moronic. Thats another thing I didnt inherit from my Father, customers or anyone else for that matter (other than my mother) rarely ever get to my Dad. He just doesn't obsess over things that happen like I do. I can let one frustrating phone call bother me for days. And he is over it in like the next 3 milliseconds. I guess I get that from my mom, she doesn't let stuff go either. I just don't know how to do that. My brain needs an off switch sometimes.
But I guess for every one thing that goes terribly wrong you have hundreds of everything went fine experiences where I get to do what I love and share my brain full of needless plant garbage with other people who actually care to hear it. So all in all its a good deal. And hey its 70 degrees outside and every time I walk out of the office I get a whiff of pink jasmine. Cant beat that with a stick!!!