Friday 24 February 2017

Mr. X Baits Me

At this point I’m sure Mr. X baits me on purpose, he plots things to say that he knows will just niggle and eat at me and just lays back at waits for the show. And because I’m a dumbass I take the bait most of the time, and this time is no different.

I was talking to Mr. X a few weeks ago, and he came out with this line, “I always feel I get a more honest assessment of how you feel about me when my name is Mr. X” ….  I’m only human. I tried, But, how can I not bite at that one?

To Mr. X’s credit, he's right, despite him asking me flat out how I feel, I will never give him a straight answer. The most obvious reason for this is he’s married. I have a moral standard that I will not get involved in anyone else’s relationship. My feelings are none of his business.

The other reason is for own protection. As much as I have forgiven him and am thankful for how everything turned out. I haven’t forgotten. I was a mess for a long time and I can’t risk him putting me back in that space again. I’ve come a long way, but that man is dangerous. 

So why blog? I’m assuming that’s the question, or at least it would be mine.

The answer, unlike the Mr. X situation is simple, business. My Mr. X posts do very well. They are some of my highest viewed, most shared posts. I’m not sure whether it’s because people can relate or if they just enjoy knowing someone’s love life is more messed up then theirs, but they read nonetheless so I continue to write. And to be fair writing is cheaper than therapy, so I don’t mind.

I guess the question  remaining is how do I feel? And I don’t really have a good answer for that question. Do I think about him from time to time? Yeah. Do I wonder how things could have been? Of course. Do I wonder if there is a future? Once in a while, mainly when I’m stupidly drunk. Do I still have feelings for him?  I’m sure on some level I do, but at this point they’re so buried even I can’t be sure, nor am I sure I really want to know. A bit of shitty answer I know, but it's the truth... maybe I'll do a drunk post one day and we'll all find out the answer together. 

Anyways, that’s me done, I am going to go and get some much-needed sleep before I am back at work tomorrow. But before I go I have this question for you, do you ever wonder about an ex? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday 17 February 2017

Different Views

Work is becoming very interesting; a lot of the truck drivers are ex-forces and with that tends to come a more conservative view. I, on the other hand, am very liberal in my views. I am pro-choice, I’m for the legalization of marijuana and I’m even for the legalization of prostitution.  

So, it’s very strange being in an office where people agree with Trump. I live in England so our views and options on the matter are pretty much worthless anyways, but, it makes me see people in a different light.

I can’t figure out whether some of my colleagues are ill-informed, trolls, stupid or just plain old racist. They’re applauding Trumps ban on muslins. I have no issue with a country controlling its borders, that’s part of why I voted to leave the EU. I do have an issue with a ban that’s based solely on a religion. I wouldn’t want to be judged based on the actions of the Westboro Baptist church or the KKK, so why judge another country solely on their whack jobs.

I believe Trump to be mentally ill, it’s the only way I can fathom a president sending out his press secretary to attack a retail store. The alleged leader of the free world basically called Nordstrom a terrorist, I hope he’s mentally ill or that’s some scary shit. And equally as scary is the special breed of person that seem to find this ok.

I’m not sure how to deal with these people. I’ve always tried to live by the phrase “you can’t argue with stupid.” And I try not to, but it’s hard to let some of it go over my head. I swear some of it is so stupid it almost hurts.

Anyways, I am going to go and try and get another post sorted before I head back to work, but before I go, I have this question for you; How do you deal with people who have different views than you? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch 

Friday 10 February 2017

Too Many Good Decisions

As I sit here on a Sunday morning trying to write my post of the week before I head back to work tomorrow I’ve come to an interesting conclusion; I’m not making enough bad decisions.

To a normal person that probably sounds like a good thing, like I almost have my shit together. However, as I keep saying, I’m not normal, I’m a blogger. And as a blogger if I keep making smart decisions I am going to run out of things to write.

Things are so bad at the minute I’m debating getting drunk and meeting up with Mr. X, if history is anything to go by, that should give me blog material for a month or so. Then again, if I did that, people would need to start clicking more ads to pay the necessary therapy that would result in.

A drunk evening with Mr. X, does anyone remember when that sounded appealing? Now it sounds like a lot of work and a shit ton of unwanted drama. I think it’s safe to say I’m getting old. Hell, the crazy cat lady path is sounding more and more appealing.

Anyways, I am going to go and come up with a plan to make some poor life decisions that won’t scare me permanently. But before I go, I have this question for you; what do you do to get yourself out of a funk? Let me in the comments below. And as always, stay and play safe.

The Honest Bitch

Friday 3 February 2017

“I Know It’s Not You But…”

“I know it’s not you but…” and 6 little words that instantly get my back up. Mainly because they’re normally followed by a grown man whining like a toddler at me for 10 to 20 minutes about something they’ve already admitted isn’t my fault.

On what planet is already to yell at someone for something they didn’t do? I understand a lot of drivers, driver because they do not have the social skills needed to deal with society. However, I work in transport because I don’t have the patience to deal with society.

My original plans were to go into teaching, however, after a week of work experience I discovered I don’t like kids. And now I basically work with them. I swear last week alone these were actual complaints I hear from grown men…  “His truck goes faster than mine.” “He’s worked less hours.” “I’m not picking that up, I didn’t go it.” ….. From grown ass men. Grown ass men that earn about twice what I do, I might add.

Please don’t get me wrong, I really do enjoy my job for the most part. It’s a unique challenge that you just don’t find with other jobs. I’m regularly required to use the non-logical problem solving areas of my brain that most sane people don’t know are there.  When you find an answer to a problem that makes no sense on paper, but works perfectly that’s my job and it’s wonderful. It’s the whiny bullshit that makes it hard.

I left my last job due to hordes of managers moaning and whining and now I have hordes of drivers doing the same and I’m not sure which is worse at this point. I guess at least I can tell drivers to shut up…. Although when I do that, I then get managers crying at me. So, I guess I can’t really win.

Anyways, you beautiful bastards, I am going to go and get some much-needed sleep after a long week at work, but before I go I have this question for you, what do you like the most and the least about your job? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch