Three strikes….I’m out!!

This past week people have just been over the top on the “you are seriously pissing me off meter”.  Now let me start by saying I do not get easily offended.  Nor am I some sissy crybaby but come on people.  It seems like the filters are just gone or I have hit me with your best shot written all over my face.  The first exchange came when I was home one evening after a long day at work, then taught my exercise class, then came home to bake cupcakes.  Already not in the mood to tussle.  The home phone rings, which usually I do not answer, but the number came from a local number from the town I work in so I decided I should answer it.  Pick it up and some Arab who obviously spoofed the number asks for my husband.  I politely tell him he is not home and ask if there is anything I can help him with.  He says no and that he only wants to speak to my husband.  So, I ask who is calling when he decides to tell me that what should it matter I am not my husband therefore it is none of my business.  Really, you terrorist camel jockey mother fucker.  I seriously hope the Donald tells you you are fired and sends you packing straight back to Iraq.  Seriously!  Next time he calls it is ON!  Per Delaware Regulation 225 I am self identifying as my husband and you mother fucker are talking to ME!!

Second, my daughter comes home from school and she obviously had a hard day.  We all have them.  Overwhelmed, overworked, stressed out…..but the cherry on the sundae was the fact that she takes the bus to another high school at the end of the day where she gets a ride with her friend’s mom.  While waiting for her friend’s mom to get done work another educator and her strike up conversation about next year and her plans for high school.  My daughter tells this teacher that she applied to that school and is just waiting to hear if she got in.  The teacher’s response to my daughter…..oh, really?  Isn’t your dad that Senator?  I’m surprised you applied here or he let you apply here.  I heard he doesn’t like our school and has said bad things.  Really bitch, really?  You are an educator, a motivator.  This is not a political convo to be having with a 13 year old who has her hopes up of coming to a school that YOU teach at.  Your job is not to deflate my daughter’s dreams of joining your school.  So, take your deadbeat NY attitude and shove it up your ass.  Obviously my problem is not with the school it is with you and my job first is to be a parent and if that is where my daughter would like to attend I fully support her.  Your job is to be a teacher and encourage young minds if you can’t do that fucking retire and head north!

Finally, we are looking to possibly purchase a used pull behind camper.  Nothing fancy or expensive.  We looked at one and are simply inquiring on insurance and what a loan would be like.  We called our local credit union as we dealt with them in the past and they were always easy to work with.  We had home, vehicle, and boat loans with them all which were satisfied in good standing.  Today my husband gets a call from the lender that they will not be able to extend us a new loan due to a $60 charge off from 6 years ago under my name?  WTF!!  You are turning down a loan over $60 that I don’t even have a chance to just give you.  You can have $60, you can have $120.  I don’t give a shit.  How about giving me an explanation because I never knew about this but I would love to give you an explanation.  But it doesn’t matter.  Apparently the snippy bitch said we have to establish a relationship with the bank again.  Funny, I thought we had established a relationship and it is very disheartening that one thing tarnished that relationship.  That is definitely not someone I want to be in a relationship with.  Geez, I’m glad I don’t treat my child or even my defendants like that.  I treat people as individuals, give them a chance to explain, look at their entire history, and make my decision based on the totality of the circumstances.  Well bitch, while you were stewing over your $60 I was separated from my husband so I didn’t get your mail.  Sorry not sorry.  I spent every dime I had at the time to be a single mom, live in a shitty apartment, and put myself through school while shortly thereafter taking a huge pay cut only to set myself up for the big pay off in the end.  And when it comes to relationships….I didn’t throw it all away over one mistake like most people in marriages do these days.  I talked it through and am right back just like I wanted to be with you but you are tossing me aside.  Thank goodness you are a bank and not a man.  I need someone to keep me warm until I’m 90 not some snotty bitch to lend me money for something I don’t need!