Bring on the Rain
Ok, so picture me, baseball cap pulled low over my eyes, jeans, sweatshirt (for those of you who know me well it is my "Michael kiss my ass I am not afraid of you" sweatshirt), hands on hips, eyes narrow, and my left eyebrow raised. This is my "bring it on" look.
Last night at 10 pm PST my phone was disconnected. The bill said due 11/22/03 but it was disconnected. Milo ate my ugly but very comfortable $80.00 on your feet all day shoes, the neighbor set off fireworks at 11:30 pm, and thanks to the witch mother nature I broke out all over my forehead. I have my friend John coming to visit this weekend, and I don't get my first paycheck until the 1st. So let's just say my nerves were raw this morning when the garbage man missed my can. Just drove on by.
So the picture I painted in my opening is exactly what the garbage man saw when he came cruising by 20 minutes later on the other side of the street. All I needed to say was "You missed my can!"
The fear in his eyes was not unfamiliar to me. It is the same fear seen in other drivers as I rage through traffic, seen in other people when they insult or disrespect my son, in ex-boyfriends when they try to maniputlate or lie to me, seen by strangers when they touch my friends inappropriately in a bar, and even seen by Corey when he rolls his eyes and says "blah blah blah" after I tell him why he needs to do something.
No, the look in the garbage mans eyes did not surprise me. I have perfected my "bring it on look" which is often called the "don't mess with that B*%@#!" look. And it got the same result that it always get, my way. I have felt like I am at the mercy of other people for over two months now, trying to find work, and that leaves you feeling weak. It was nice to put the armor of attitude back on and go into battle.
If nothing else, it is out of my system before John gets here. He will appreciate that.
Last night at 10 pm PST my phone was disconnected. The bill said due 11/22/03 but it was disconnected. Milo ate my ugly but very comfortable $80.00 on your feet all day shoes, the neighbor set off fireworks at 11:30 pm, and thanks to the witch mother nature I broke out all over my forehead. I have my friend John coming to visit this weekend, and I don't get my first paycheck until the 1st. So let's just say my nerves were raw this morning when the garbage man missed my can. Just drove on by.
So the picture I painted in my opening is exactly what the garbage man saw when he came cruising by 20 minutes later on the other side of the street. All I needed to say was "You missed my can!"
The fear in his eyes was not unfamiliar to me. It is the same fear seen in other drivers as I rage through traffic, seen in other people when they insult or disrespect my son, in ex-boyfriends when they try to maniputlate or lie to me, seen by strangers when they touch my friends inappropriately in a bar, and even seen by Corey when he rolls his eyes and says "blah blah blah" after I tell him why he needs to do something.
No, the look in the garbage mans eyes did not surprise me. I have perfected my "bring it on look" which is often called the "don't mess with that B*%@#!" look. And it got the same result that it always get, my way. I have felt like I am at the mercy of other people for over two months now, trying to find work, and that leaves you feeling weak. It was nice to put the armor of attitude back on and go into battle.
If nothing else, it is out of my system before John gets here. He will appreciate that.
posted by Cindy at 10:18 AM
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