Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

So last week at work I returned from my two day Thanksgiving break to find the day room smothered in Christmas decorations. There was one lone driver sitting in the day room when I arrived. I went to the dispatchers office, checked in and then made my way into the day room for a minute to get my things in order before heading out to the bus when I commented on the decorations. "Looks nice, but I wonder if they plan on adding any Hanukkah decorations?" The other driver looked up at me over the brim of his glasses, pulling his nose out of his newspaper long enough to say, "I never too you for a Jew, a Nazi maybe, but not a Jew." I was too shocked to come back with anything clever. All I said, after a long awkward pause was... "Who me? Really?" And then I exited the building. I really am still not sure how to take it. Compliment? Insult? or was he just trying to be funny? My husband thinks it was his way of just making a joke. I tend to think it's a...

Ugh. I'm about to go off the deep end. My epic decision has stalled and is nearly dead in the water. Time for plan b... Which sucks. But whatever.

I am T minus 4 hours away from another night run. I need to take a nap but I'm not tired enough to sleep. I need to eat but my stomach is in knots. And I also need to shower... but honestly I don't really care how I smell when I have to deal with these idiots tonight. Plus, I just did something I wasn't sure I actually would do and I'm both nervous and excited about it. It's HUGE. Epic even. And while it's gonna cause quite a few waves, it'll be so worth it. I hope. BTW, if you know my secret please don't comment about it. When the time comes I want to be the bearer of such news. I love leaving folks hanging in suspense. :)

Seriously stressed out. I need a vacation but can't take one because of my job. I don't have any time to take off yet. I won't get any time until April. If I live that long. The stress is seriously killing me. I am not really cut out for this public service shit. I had a long night last night when I got short notice thrown into a night run. I was two hours into protection when I got the news that I was gonna have to do the night run. And that I had less than 15 minutes before it was due to start. I was hungry and angry from the get go, which isn't a good combination. I HATE night runs. I am not a night owl, I'm a morning person. I prefer to be in bed no later than 9 pm. Driving past that hour is a huge risk for me. I have terrible night vision, I have a terrible tendency to have "micro sleeps" strike after that hour and fatigue sets in heavy once I get past the 10:30 mark. I will be straight up when I say I'm not a safe driver after that ...

No, no I've not found a dead body in the river. Although, if I ever do I'm totally poking it with a stick. But I digress.... No, the title line is referring to the little annoying piece of crap floating around inside my eyeball that is making quite a nuisance of itself lately. Below is the best representation of what I "see" that I could find on the internet. Crazy isn't it? Unlike the photograph below, I usually only see one, it's in my right eye and it changes shape constantly. At one point earlier today it was shaped like one of those "remember" ribbons. At another point it was more like a knotted up shoe lace. It's pretty annoying to be moving along doing daily things like driving, walking, watching TV, playing Angry Birds....whatever... and this little stringy thing pops into view and gets all up in my business. It's distracting for one thing, and just plain annoying for another. I was driving to Huntington today to have lunch wit...

I am a storyteller . There is not now nor will there ever have been 100% accuracy in my stories. For one thing I do not remember exact exchanges so quotations are generalized at best. And for another thing, I have to embellish for entertainments sake. :)

"Hey bus driver what's your name?" he asks. "Bus Driver." I say with a polite smile on my face. "Really a bus driver named Bus Driver?" he asks as seriously as he could. "Yep." I reply continuing to smile. "No really sweetie what's your name?" he pushed. "I told ya, first name Bus, last name Driver." I chuckled. ....and he continued the conversation by trying to guess my name for 6 miles worth of driving. He got close once with "Michelle", my middle name... but no cigar. Same guy referencing another time another place: "I know you young lady." "I dunno, you sure?" "Yeah I think you've drove another bus I've been on before." "Oh, well, that's possible, I'm all over the place." "Yeah I remember now, you picked me up at the dirty book store down in Jefferson... CuhhhRAaaaaaZY Mitches!" "Oh yeah now I remember, you were visiting your "g...