Squares and circles and letters, oh my...
Happy FRIDAY!!!!! It's been another riveting (yawn) week at the factory. I really do feel like I'm working pretty hard for a person that only has SIX more Mondays! Wahoo! I'll be sure to report back about how hard I am working when there are only THREE more Mondays.
I've actually had a pretty great week. I took last Friday off and the relaxation from that one day out of the office and away from home stayed with me throughout the weekend. I even SLEPT! Seriously, I haven't slept more than four hours straight in months, last Friday, I slept for more than seven hours and I'm not sure I even moved. (I realized how truly pathetic it is to be spending this much time writing about sleep, but damn that felt good) Then Monday night I had a fabulous night with my Bunco babes enjoying beers and laughs are Zwei Brewing. In true-Ronda fashion, even with all of this fabulous, well-rested pleasure, I managed to find a few rantable moments to share with all of you. Once again, You're Welcome!
Full disclosure, the person I am talking about does NOT work for my company, seriously, I swear it was a woman in the same building as me, but she really is not part of the Ag-circus.
On a very blustery Tuesday as I was returning to the office from a crazy-hard, lunchtime spin class, I shared the elevator with a woman that works on my floor. (YES, I know my fat-ass should be taking the stairs, but that spin class was so hard that my legs were still shaking at 4:00, so rather than hauling my wobbly butt up three flights, I opted for the elevator. No judging!) Typically, the topic of the day was the wind, because it was ridiculous, but I was relieved that she decided to complain about traffic instead. She was lamenting that she almost got killed turning left out of our parking lot when she left for lunch. It really is a terrible corner, the road curves and cars are going really fast, I told her that when it's really busy I just turn right and go back to the roundabout and make a U-turn. She had a very puzzled look and said "how do you make a U-turn in a roundabout?" You all know how superb I am with my poker face, to which she responded, "oh, based on that look, I'm guessing that was a dumb question." As is customary in polite conversation (HA!) I responded to her questions with a question. I asked her "what kind of car do you drive? I mean detailed description, I want make, model, year, license plate, color, all of it?" Another puzzled look crossed her face to which I responded with "I need to know what car I need to avoid on the road." The poor thing really did not know understand what was so ridiculously stupid about her question and I give her props for having the courage to ask, the clearly very judgemental bitch in front of her, to explain. She actually said, "seriously, I wouldn't have a clue how to make a U-turn in a roundabout." It will surprise exactly no one that my explanation included a lot of overly-exaggerated hand gestures which clearly can't be replicated here, but I trust that you can all imagine how wildly I was gesticulating during my rendition of roundabout etiquette.
Here's a summary (mentally insert additional hand gestures as you see fit, you probably won't be too far off) of how I explained how one might successfully make a U-turn in a roundabout. I asked her "What shape is a roundabout?" Puzzled look - I assured her that is was not a trick question and gestured the shape of a roundabout. Then I asked "what shape is a U?" while once again drawing a U in the air. Then I said if you need to make a U-turn in a roundabout you just continue around almost to a full-circle, but not quite, hence making a U. Sidebar: It's humorous to me to realize how slowly I speak when delivering such a condescending tirade. Finally, the lightbulb came on in her poor, sweet, adorable little 20-something head and she giggled and told me that she understood why I had such a horrified look on my face. She ended the conversation by telling me that she would not tell me what she drove and that I would just have to find out for myself. HA! I think I might have a little protege on my hands, if I can just keep her from asking stupid questions.
I also have riveting tales about face wands, tattoos and abductions to share, but sadly I have to stop doing this and go start the nonsense that actually pays my bills....
Until next time....
XOXO