Mind Over Matter

I'm trying y'all.

Really I am.

I keep telling myself to think happy thoughts.

To block it out.

To put myself in the "shoes" of the others.

What others you might be asking yourself.

Those would be the neighbor's dog right this moment.

Last night it was the peeps at MasterPark lot B.

I'm up nice and early this morning to get some work done prior to a conference call. I hear neighbor dude leave at his normal 7:30 AM departure time.

His dang dog has been barking incessantly since.

LOUDLY.

Hey little buddy. Daddy left. Please go lie down and shut the eff up. By now, 45 minutes later, you must need a drink of water or something. I understand you miss your poppa but you are pissing me off. Royally. It is too early for me to play music over your barking so I am begging you through the walls that separate us to GIVE it a REST!

*Mo takes deep breath and attempts to center herself this fine Friday morning*

So there is one rant.

Here's the other one.

I arrive last night at my local offsite airport parking. Random dude on the shuttle decides we need to discuss if the company he works for is bigger than mine.

Really? Here is a hint. I don't care!

Y'all he would not let it go. It was like this was mission critical. I am sure he was trying to make small talk.

So to random dude on the full ass shuttle last night, I am sorry you didn't have fun at your convention. I make no apologies for the fun I had and continue to have when I travel. Don't hate because I was on my way to Thirsty Thursday activity and you were going home. Alone.

I bet he is looking up the portfolio of his company and trying to compare it to my company today to determine which corporation is bigger.

Next part of this rant is I exit the shuttle to go pay for the parking and pick up my car. I am the second person off the bus so to speak.

I pay. I have to fill out my mileage reimbursement/air miles form because for some reason my VIP information isn't in the computer like normal. Um, excuse me? I am here all the freaking time, so much so you know me by name, and you don't have my info retained? Whateva'.

Then I wait. And wait. And wait some more.

Everyone who was on my shuttle has since paid and gone. Another shuttle full of people arrives. They pay and depart.

There I am. Standing outside waiting for my car. At this point I feel my blood pressure start to rise.

Finally someone comes to ask for my receipt so they can check on my car. We're about fifteen minutes into the wait at this point.

Fast forward another five minutes. Still no car.

Another attendant comes by. She asks for my receipt. At this point I am like seriously people?

Then, another attendant comes out, shows me my keys, and asks if these are my keys. Through gritted teeth I reply yes and off they go to retrieve my car.

To add insult to injury, I am standing near the entrance and when they retrieve my car, it is parked at the furthest point away from where I am.

And no one offers to put my suitcase in my rig.

As I am walking in a huff to my car I ask what the hold up was and the reply I receive is "Someone moved your car today and we didn't know where it was."

Really? That is some great customer service and fantastic valet action going on.

It is a good thing this is the first time this has happened or I might be inclined to raise some hell. Instead I threw my suitcase, backpack, and purse in my car, cranked up the tunes, proceeded to yell/sing and headed off to meet Maricel for Thirsty Thursday.

Hopefully today will be better. The dog has finally hushed up and since I just ranted, I am starting to feel better.

Peace and Love Peeps.