Princess?

Ok...I was thinking...why Princess? Ever since I was little I was called Princess..or spoiled rotten brat. Princess sounds better, so I'll stick with that! Growing up, I was basically given everything my parents could swing. If they balked, I would throw one of my too-familiar tantrums until I got what I wanted. I would spend so much time begging and ranting to get what I wanted instead of just being a sane person and doing without. As I grew up, I realized that I was totally uncontrollable! I put my parents through so much crap! I wouldn't want a child with such an attitude and diva-like qualities. Anyway, being a princess in adulthood sucks! When I'm at a department store, the people there don't care if I want something but have no money of my own to pay for it. My boss doesn't care if I don't feel like doing a certain task. And, the electric company sure does not understand that I would rather spend my money at the mall than to waste it on electricity...can't they just like give me a break this month? Those people don't care if my lower lip is sticking out-pouting! They don't care that I'm committed to yelling and crying until I get turn red as a beet. They don't care if what they require out of me is not pleasing to me! This adulthood crap sucks! But, soon enough I learned there's no way around being an adult.
I may be wrong, but in my opinion...I think growing up having everything taken care of for you and provided for you until you're in your mid 20's is more damaging than being thrown out on your own at 18. Being a princess made me learn some of life's lessons too late. I was learning how to mature at 27, while others were maturing at the same level at 18. I didn't have to start paying for my gas until I was 23 yrs old...I didn't have to start paying for my car insurance until I was 27! I had no clue how much everything cost, What really sucked is that, once I went out on my own, I had a huge slap in the face of reality. One day, I had everything provided for me, the next I was on my own. I didn't even know how to balance a checkbook until lately. I never learned early on how to use those (what I thought) useless little pages of blank lines in front of my checkbook. I used them as a back-up personal phone book.
Anyway, I'll go on about my growing up at age 27+ in time. I just thought I'd jot some stuff down.
Now, off to my bath...which I have to pay the water bill for later! Crazyness...I used to think water was just provided to people for free...since it came from the ground and all! No kidding..I'm not stupid, but just wrapped up in my own selfish world to ever wonder or ask! Late Dawgs!!

Days of My Work...co-workers are crazy!

Okay...I have like 5 minutes to do a little snippet of info.There's this girl who is about 22 yrs old that I work with...kind of work with. I kind of work with her because technically she's not hardly at work at all! Since I started (she started 3 months before me), she has missed at least 3 days per week...EVERY week. Actually, one week since she's been here, she worked 4 days in one week...I was in shock! Anyway, why should I care you ask? Well, I have to help do her work when she's gone. I have worked here almost 2 years and this has gone on for the entire 2 yrs + 3 months. Her mother is high up in the company, but still, that should be no excuse why she gets away with this! She is always sick, is moving (count 3 times in the last year alone), or has some other kind of drama. When she is here, she's the nicest person in the world, but this is ridiculous! Everyone at work talks about her behind her back...viciously! I am so frustrated having to hear them talk with terrible bitterness and unfounded thoeries they've made up as to why she's out so much. Yes, I am guilty for talking bad (on here), but this is anonymous and I am venting! Last week, I spent 4 hours doing her work...another girl got slammed with the rest. Now, we're both behind. The word on the street (the vicious rumors) is that she's in a "bad", abusive relationship, she's been pregnant (not founded), or she's just partying all the time. I'm not sure what it is, but come on people! People spend more time here talking about her than they do working. I try and stay out of it...although, I am very guilty of attentively listening to every word. If you were her mother, would you keep taking up for her? If you were her boss, would you keep her employed? I know my answer!

BTW...beginning last Monday, the 20th, she's made it to work 1 day (actually 6 hours)! So, attendance count is 1 out of 8 working days!

Intro:

This is my first time blogging. I never thought I'd do this, but I cannot escape technology...or the urge to tell all my business!
A little bit about me:
I'm 33 (or so my birth certificate says) and live in Texas, near Houston. I'm married and have no children, other than 3 dogs who think they're children. I'm going to keep this short and sweet...since I'm at work. Oh yes, I work a regular 40 hr a week job...accounting clerk...so boring! But, for having no college degree or licensed trade, it ain't all bad! My husband and I are trying to start a business and it's going sloooooow! So, on top of our 40 hr a week jobs, we do odd jobs here and there to keep afloat. I'm in the middle (or closer to the beginning stages) of writing my own book. I will post info. about the book content later...long story! My parents, sister, and grandmother all live in the same town as I do. That can become a little interesting at times! My main purpose for this is to:
1) something to do
2)so I can say a whole lot...which will give my husband a much needed break from hearing me rattle on!
3)to vent
4) to anonymously air my gossip without actually gossiping in the "real world"
5)to spread my cheer and wonderful personality! lol!

So, enough for right now. More posts to come and believe me, they will be much more interesting!