Blocked

I was snuggled up in bed earlier looking at some pictures of the guy I mentioned in yesterday blog. As I was looking at them, I realised I was being silly, it’s not that he’s unattractive, he’s actually pretty good looking. It’s just that he isn’t what I normally go for. He’s cleaner cut and little younger looking than I normally go for but that’s not a bad thing.

As I was laying there thinking about how cute he actually was, I went to send him a message. That’s when I noticed it…. The fucking moron blocked me.

Now forgetting the fact I didn’t do anything to deserve getting blocked, hell I haven’t even spoken to him in a few days. How stupid do you have to be to block someone, you still have to work with? Cool things off, say you’re no longer interested, fair enough, but to block someone, you still have to have some sort of relationship with is idiotic.

I’ll go into this is more detail later, I just needed to vent. Needless to say I’m not very happy right now, but these things happen. Admittedly, they seem to always happen to me, but I guess if my relationships went well, I’d be out of business so I should in some twisted way, be grateful.

Anyways, before I go I shall leave you with this question; why do we even bother dating? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Looks Or Personality?

I’m going to start this blog with a question; what is more important looks or personality?

I’m currently flirting with the sweetest, most gentlemanly like man I’ve ever stumbled across. He is the prefect boyfriend material; the only problem is, I’m not attracted to him physically.

Now looks have never been the most important thing to me, just take a look at any number of my exes. The way to my heart has always been laughter, but I can’t help but wonder is it fair to accept a date from someone you’re not physically attracted to?

Let me start by saying I’ve not met this guy in person yet so this could all be for nothing, he might not be photogenic, bad angles, I might be in an overly judgmental mood; all I’m saying is I could be completely wrong and when I do meet him I might find him good looking, but as it stands right now…..not so much.

But that leaves me with the question, how important is it that I find him good looking? If he’s sweet and funny and treats me well does it really matter if he’s not eye candy as well? I’m going to leave that with you. Let me know your thoughts and advice in the comment box below and as always my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Challenged

People have a habit of getting stuck in a box and once in that box they tend to surround themselves with people who also live in that same box. It’s understandable; being surrounded by people with the same point of view, same hobbies, makes life simple.

However, over the years I’ve found it important to have people in my life that challenge me. It’s very easy to get stuck in a mind-set that you’re right and everyone else is crazy; and as much as I hate to say this, that’s not always the case. Sometimes; even the best of us are wrong. Other times we’re right; and it takes being challenged by someone with a different point of view to confirm that.

That’s why I love having Mr. X in my life, we rarely agree on anything; we tend to be polar opposites on most issues, but despite what you may think this doesn’t come between us, we’re actually better friends because of it.

He challenges me to look at things from a different point of view or with other information in mind and I challenge him to do the same and to not be such an asshole while doing so. And over the years I believe we’ve both become better people because it.

He’s much less abrasive then he used to be and I’m much less quick to judge. Thanks to him and people like him I take the time to try and see and understand the other side of augments. I don’t always agree with it, but at least I understand where they’re coming from.

This has helped me a lot over the years at work to try and keep a good attitude even when I want to murder everyone with a 100 mile radius. Or at least it used to before the current manager took over and my ability to play nice was forcefully removed from my being…but that’s a story for another day.

I just wanted to take a moment to challenge you to look at your thoughts and opinions from the opposite standpoint, you never know you might become a better person because of it.

Anyways, my lovelies, I’m off to enjoy my much needed holiday from work, but before I go I shall leave you with this question; when someone argues with you, what is your first reaction? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxoxo

Fuck It Reboot

I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place where I even remotely felt ready for a relationship. I know there has been guys in the past few years, but nothing “real” for lack of a better word. They were all doomed from the start due to the fact I wasn’t in a place where I could be in a relationship my focus needed to be elsewhere.

I hate to blame Mr. X because despite everything we’re still friends, I like him and I’ve very grateful for everything that “relationship” taught me, but holy hell, it’s taken a long time to feel strong enough to be able to take a risk again.

 I’ve been dating sure fire failures for years because there is no real heartache involved when you know it’s doomed from the start. Don’t get me wrong, it still sucks, but it’s a quick rebound when you know it’s coming.

Over the past few weeks I seem to have snapped back to my old self. I’m flirting without thought, I’m messaging with a guy, and I’m being playful and not nearly as standoffish as I have been. I’m having fun with being single and I can’t remember the last time I was like this.

It’s almost as if all the drama, stress and pure hell of work over the past few months teamed with that long term underlying fear of getting hurt and has caused my brain to do what I’m going to call a “fuck it reboot”. It’s decided, I can’t control any of this; work, men, life so I may as well just have some fun. I’ll just deal with each battle on a need battle basis and with a little luck, at the end I’ll find out I’ve won the war or wake up with a nasty hangover.

Anyways, I need to go and work on that nasty hangover, however before I do, I shall leave you with a question; have you ever had a fuck it reboot and what caused it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

A Message Not To Wake Up By

My last blog was nice and sweet; this one however is back to business as usual.

My first night off this week, I was woken up by a message from a girl I use to work with, as you can imagine the following conversation both quickly woke me up and enraged me.

Kate - “Did u shag Barney??????????”

Me – “What lol”

Kate – “I heard u shagged Barney in a hotel”

Me - “Who from”

Kate – “Barney said to girls on days an they told me lol”

Me- “Lol that's the sort of message you like to wake up to”

Kate – “Just thought I would ask lol, and CM????”

Let me start by saying I’m not mad at Kate as far as I’m concerned she did the right thing. She did what many wouldn’t do and she asked me, far play to her. Barney on the other hand is a dead man.

We went our separate ways 6 months ago when he proved himself to be part psycho. As far as I’m concerned at this point there is absolutely no reason for my name to be leaving his mouth and the fact that it is, has only proven that I was right to get rid of him in the first place. However, that satisfaction of being right hasn’t eased my anger any.

When you’re a female in a male dominated industry you have to be very careful to protect your reputation and given the fact truck drivers gossip more than teenage girls, crap like this could affect my ability to get work in the future. Nobody cares that I didn’t get involved with him until long after he left the company, or that it wasn’t a one night stand type thing; all they hear is she slept with one of her drivers.

And what pissed me off even more is the bastard won’t reply to me. I sent him a message asking why I was being asked if I slept with him and he hasn’t even had the balls to reply to me.

This gossip is going through my old place like a wild fire and minus being pissed off I find it kind of funny, I mean I left over a year ago, if I’m all they have to gossip about, I feel like kind of sorry for them. Plus, I must have left an impression on them, if they remember who I am after all this time. I almost feel bad the story isn’t a little juicier for them.

Anyways, my dears, I’m off to plot a murder, but before I do, I guess I should leave you with a question or maybe two. Question 1: How do you deal with being gossiped about? And question 2: What makes someone gossip about an ex 6 months on? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Happy Belated Thanksgiving

I’ve done a lot of thinking over the past week and even more crying and I’ve come to the conclusion I

need to refocus my effort on my blogging. I was in a very fortunate place that when I lost my job, my blogging was able to keep me afloat and since re-entering  the work force I seem to have let slip this community that always had my back and for that I’m sorry.

Canadian Thanksgiving hasn’t long past and this year more than most; I need to take a step backwards and just be grateful for what I have. Yes, there are a lot of things going on in my life I am deeply unhappy about, but I need to try and remember there are also many things in my life I wouldn’t change for the world.

The numbers may lean more one way or the other, but that’s life and those sort of things shape us into the people we are and give us the strength to be the people we’re going to be.

Sometime in life we get so swept up in the things we wish we could change that we forget to enjoy the things in life we wish will never change.

Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone or happy early thanksgiving to my American friends.

Love Always,

The Honest Bitch 

xo

Sometimes I Have No Answers

I got asked a very interesting question by a reader the other day and it’s not often I’m left with no response but this one left me stumped.

She commented that it always seems to be the same sort of guy that complains about being “friend zoned”, the sort of guy you laugh with and have a joke with but doesn’t flirt. Whether it’s real flirting or playful joking flirting, you just get none of that from them. So how on earth are you meant to know if they’re interested?

I’ve been in this girls shoes, where years later I’ve found out I’ve missed out on a great guy because I could have sworn he wasn’t interested. Even replaying it back now there is no possible way I could have known he was interesting and since, despite contrary belief, women aren’t mind readers; how are we meant to know?

My first port of call was to Google it, but I’m pretty sure it’s answer was I’m about to die so I quickly gave up on that one.

Then I thought I’d ask a guy who like the one in the question doesn’t flirt in any shape or form however he failed to respond.

So that leaves me with plan C, to ask you lovely people to answer her question for her since I’ve failed miserably to do so. So how do you know when a non-flirty guy likes you? Let me know in the comment box below and if you have any questions you’d like to see me struggle with, leave them below as well. As always my dears, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Work Anxiety

I don’t normally write on work days but my anxiety is high and I can’t sleep so I thought I’d channel that into something creative rather than staring at the ceiling for another 2 hours.

I finished my application form and have it in my work bag ready to hand in. I’m still really unsure if it’s the right move, but like I’ve said before, it’s the hand I’ve been dealt. I’m not sure what I’m so worried about if I don’t get the job, nothing changes… actually maybe that’s the problem. I need a change and if I don’t get it, I’m back to square one.

The other thing playing on my mind is I always said if I got promoted I wanted to earn it, unlike some others who were handed their jobs because there was nobody else. Yes, I’m applying for it so at least in theory I’ve beaten outside candidate, but in actual fact, I know the job hasn’t been advertised so… that theory is a little flawed.

My poor head is all over the place and I’d dreading going into work tonight, I just need a simple, straight forward week and I know that’s not about to happen. You know how I know that; remember the guy whose girlfriend/ baby mama’s twin sister messaged me because I didn’t know they existed and somehow that’s my fault. No, you don’t remember, I’m not surprised, it happened years ago, like 2010 years ago, but he messaged me last night….. That can’t be a good sign.

Why can’t past crazy just stay in the past, if I wanted present crazy, I’d just date someone, I don’t need to watch the repeats. Anyways, on that note I shall go get ready for work, but before I do I have to ask, when was the last time your crazy past made an appearance? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

Decisions

Anybody who knows me knows I haven’t been happy lately, my job has become an evil, happiness consuming monster turning me into someone I hardly recognize. Something has to change and I’m not 100% which way I need to go to fix the problem.

Part of me thinks it’s time for a new job, I should just cut my losses and move on. The other part of me is thinking it’s reached the point where I need to make the jump upwards. I’m not being challenged anymore and because of that my job is becoming more soul sucking than it would otherwise be.

So I’ve quietly made the decision to apply for the shift manage the position. I’m not 100% ready to make that jump, but it’s reached the point where it’s better the devil I know and if anything is going to change I going to have to make it change myself.

I just hope I’m making the right decision, I wish the supervisor or even Hank hung around a little longer to help get me to that level but I just have to play the hand I was dealt.

Anyways, my dears, I’m off but before I do, I shall leave you with this question when you’re unhappy at work, what do you do to change it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

 xoxoxo

The Departure Of Hank

So Hank has been returned to his natural habitat and I’m actually a little sad about it. I may have even shed a tear or two on the way home, which is completely ridiculous given the fact I didn’t even cry when the supervisor left. But for whatever reason I’m genuinely saddened by his departure.

Part of it is selfish, with him gone, my development fundamentally ceases and that’s horrifying to me. Part of the reason I love my job is the challenge and without the ability to grow to meet the challenges, what’s the point. I may as well just stay in bed.

The other part of it is I really like Hank, he is the grumpiest, sharped tongue asshole you’ll meet. But he’s genuine. Don’t get me wrong, he’s also sweet, super funny and a lot of fun to be around, but what I respect most is there’s nothing fake about him. He’s just unashamedly him and that’s awesome. He’s the sort of person I like to spend my time with in the real world. So it was nice to have someone like that in my work life too, it made work seem less flying knifey.  

I’m pretty sure the gay husband is going to miss him too. He was on a one man mission to marry us off. He wholeheartedly believes Hank may be the only man on the planet that has the ability to deal with me at my worse. I take a little offense to that, but I can’t disagree that Hank seemed to manage my moods effortlessly. That poor boy saw me at the worse I’ve been in years and came off completely unscathed. There are many that wouldn’t believe that to be possible.

I like to give credit where credit is due and that man is definitely special, but I hate to pop the gay husband’s bubble but I can’t foresee anything happening there. First of all, I’m not his type, second, I’ve never dated anybody younger than me and third of all, I occasionally enjoy sex and his penis is currently an investment banker.

And on that note, I shall leave you wonderful people with this question; why do people in relationships try to marry off their single friends? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxoxoxo

Rarely Used Penis

My temporary supervisor was telling that he hasn’t had sex in over a year and a half and at first I found that a little shocking, I mean he’s a young guy and at that age sex is meant to be what gets them out of bed in the morning, but after thinking about it, I actually find it incredibly attractive.

Hear me out for a second; I’ve reached an age where sex isn’t everything, what I’m looking for is an actual relationship and with someone like Hank at least I’d know his main goal isn’t to get in my pants.

Don’t get any funny ideas, I like Hank, he’s a great guy, but he’s already shot me down and after the epic saga that was Mr. X, I’m not going to peruse that anything further. I shall just take the hint and move on with my life.

I just happen to find it sad that the only way I feel comfortable at the minute that a guy isn’t just after sex is when it has gotten to the point where it’s been so long he’s forgotten how to use it.

Anyways, on that note I shall leave you with this question; is a guy that hasn’t had sex in a long time a turn on or a turn off? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Work Gossip

I thought I wouldn’t make you wait too long for the gossip on my job. As I’m sure you’re aware by now my job has relocated and in doing so things have changed and they’ve hired new people. All of which had great potential, however, things have fallen flat and where there was so much promise, it’s just more of the same old bullshit.

Out of the new permanent employees I like 1 of the 5, admittedly I haven’t met one of them yet, he doesn’t start until Monday but judging by the others I shant hold my breath.

I do however really like the temporary employee they’ve shipped in from Leeds. He reminds me a lot of the supervisor. He’s a lot of fun to work with but when it comes down to it, he knows his stuff. It takes a lot to impress me, but he truly has. It’s just a shame he’s only here temporarily. Like I said to him I’m going to try and make the most of having him around because he’s probably the only person on site I can learn anything from.  And so far he has managed to teach me a few things….. Is it just me or does that sounds dirty?

I think for blog's sake, I’m going to call him Hank. He kind of reminds me of Hank Green. He’s nerdy, but in a fun, playful sort of way. He’s sort of cute in an awkward he shouldn’t really be cute way. He’s just someone who is easy to be around.

Unlike the other night shift bloke who I want to murder slowly and painfully. That guy is the biggest whining, moaning bitch that transport has ever seen. I’m struggling to find a nice word to even say about him. He is such a drama queen it’s almost impossible to work with him. Which is a shame because at first he seemed really nice, but apparently first impressions can be completely wrong.

As for the rest of the office, it’s just very catty and bullshit heavy. You can feel that desperation among some to move up the ladder and it’s unnecessary. I’m a big believer in, if you put the work in, you’ll reap the rewards, but it appears I may be the only one that feels that way. Call me crazy, but I’d rather work my ass off and earn respect to get where I’m going then have it handed to me on a silver platter. That respect you earn along the way is worth more than a fancy over paid title.

Anyways, my lovelies, I am off for the evening, but before I go, let me leave you with this question, can you enjoy something, if you didn’t earn it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

 xoxoxoxo

Slowly Recovering

Hello strangers, I’ve missed you guys so much. There’s nothing like wanting to write, but not being able to. I’m still recovering from being ill, I’m feeling a lot better but my energy levels simply aren’t there and the long commute to and from work isn’t helping matters.

I normally work 4 days, that doesn’t sound like much but I do 12 hour shifts so that’s a bog standard 48 hour work week. When you add on the 3 hours commuting that takes my hours to 60. That means for 2.5 days for my 4 day work week I’m not home.  Last week however I did 5 days so my work week was 60 hours plus 15 commuting so I spent 3.1 days not home. Then you have to figure in unwinding after work, eating, getting ready to go to work….you soon figure out why I’m so fucking tried and why it’s taking so long for me to fully recover.  

Work it’s self on the other hand is well…. Interesting. It’s not as promised, I still see hope but it’s buried it a thick layer of office bullshit and I can’t be bothered to play those games. But I think that is a blog for another time, mainly because I’m tired.

I guess I should leave you with a question; how do you handle office bullshit? Let me know in the comment below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

The Honest Sick Bitch

I’m baaaack! I’m sorry I’ve been missing for so long, but I’ve so sick it’s unreal. I haven’t been to work in 3 weeks due to this stupid bug and I’m still not completely over it.

For the first week of this bug my fever was unreal, without medication it was contently over 40c. At its highest it was 40.9c for my American friends that’s 105.6. I actually hallucinated that aliens that were trying to cook me, my temperate was so high.

The second week a chest infection joined the party, so not only was incredibly unwell with flu like symptoms, but my chest was full of crap and since I’m asthmatic that’s never fun.

Week 3 has been easier, the original bug is pretty much gone, and I’m just dealing with what’s left of the chest infection and the fatigue. I lost 20lbs throw the illness some of which was due to dehydration so I’m also having to make an effort to rehydrate and stay that way because I’m still occasionally ill thanks to my stupid cough.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so ill. I wasn’t even this bad when I had Mono and I was off school 3 months with that. I’m just happy I’m starting to feel better, and things can start getting back to normal.

So I guess I should leave you with a question, what do you do to make yourself feel better when you’re sick. Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Less Like Murder

The power of blogging never ceases to amaze me; I was in the worst mood I’ve been in, in years and after a

short little blog I was perfectly fine.

Don’t me wrong, things aren’t all roses, but the risk of me committing murder and or blowing up the world has been greatly reduced. However, my work week starts tomorrow and I’m fighting off a cold, so how long it’ll last is anybody’s guess.

On the Brightside I have a whole 24 hours more off and since I’m feeling a little under the weather I think that’s the perfect excuse to have a lazy do-nothing day. What’s your favourite way to spend a lazy day? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

Mad

Oh, how a week can change things. The supervisor or the ex-supervisor or the cunt as I’ve been calling him

this past week (a word a never use, which is just a sign of how fucked off I really am), got himself signed off and didn’t tell me, got himself signed off again… didn’t tell me and is about to hand his notice in which he did tell me but by that point… I didn’t fucking care.

Don’t get me wrong, he has the right to do what the fuck he wants, but he did it in a weasel like way and played me for a fool in the process and I don’t take kindly to that. I don’t even have the words to describe how mad I actually am.

The problem I’m having is I’m mad, I know it’s not all because him, but I’m not in a place right now where I can sort out what’s what. He’s taking the brunt of it, deservedly so or not. I can’t filter my angry right now it’s too raw.

Logically, I know it’s not all his fault, but logic and angry don’t really mix. I know at some point when I don’t want to test the theory that I’ve watched enough murder show I could easily get away with it, I’ll sort through it all and be able to begin to figure out how much of an asshole he truly is or was but right now I am just mad.

So until I am no longer mad I shall try and bite my tongue, channel that angry into something productive and attempt not to kill anyone…but no promises.

I guess that brings me to the question of the blog, what do you do when you’re mad? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

The Supervisor

Some of you have asked about my relationship with the Supervisor and since I’m struggling to fall asleep I

thought I’d oblige.

The Supervisor and I have a strange relationship, despite what you might think there is absolutely no sexual tension between us. That spark you’d expect when we swap looks across the desk is completely AWOL. It just doesn’t exist.

That spark however does exist with a few other men at work but sadly nothing act-on-able. But it’s always nice to have a little something to play off of.

But back to the Supervisor; I hear the questions already; no sexual tension, no spark, so what's the interest?

It’s simple; I think he’d be a good lay.

I hear heads spinning, let me explain; a sexual spark makes sex good, no matter the sex. If the sex is already good the sexual spark isn’t necessary. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a plus but it’s not needed. That pesky spark is the reason feeling develop, meet someone without that spark and you have a first class fuck-friend on your hands.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do have feelings for the Supervisor, just not I want to have his baby feelings. It’s more of a we’ve been married for 30 years and are trying to run a household and raising 60 toddlers together sort of feeling.

We’re a team, and one hell of a team at that. We just have a way of bringing out the best in each other and because of that things just work better when we’re together. We may not have a sexual spark, but we still have a special bond…60 toddlers have a way of doing that to you.

Anyways you’ve asked, I’ve answered and now I’m going to bed. So sweet dreams my lovelies and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

Oh, and PS; what do you do when you can’t sleep?  

Feeling Single

I’ve been single for just over a month now and until recently I hadn’t really noticed. I know that sounds crazy, but given mine and Barney’s relationship it’s understandable. I didn’t see the man very often and towards the end of our relationship, our conversations weren’t very boyfriend/girlfriend like. Breaking up wasn’t any great loss…hell it wasn’t even a moderate loss.

That said, the other day for the first time in a very long time I truly felt single. What was the catalyst for this feeling you ask? 

This

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       Well, in actual fact, this.  

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Leave it to Ikea to make a girl feel all alone. I’m not an overly girly girl and going into the whole flat pack thing I felt confident. Then I opened the box and quickly realised why women get married.

Now don’t get me wrong this girl is no quitter and I did get it built, it may have taken 12 hours but I got it done. But even afterwards that all alone feeling lingered. There was nobody there to share in my flat pack triumph.

It was weird, I’m not someone to worry about my relationship status. I couldn’t care less whether I’m single or in a relationship. As long as I’m happy within myself anything else is a bonus.  

The way I see it is I spend all day around men and if I’m going to put up with one without being paid he better be something special. I get my fill of jerks and fuck-wits at work. Admittedly, I do get some sweethearts and real gems at work too, but for the most part…..I spend 90% of my night wondering how on earth most of these men are married and whether their women are being held captive King Kong style.

I really should be thankful that some of them are so repulsive, it was the thing that managed to pull me out of my “being single” funk. It’s hard to long after something when you’re wondering if soap and water are just a little too complicated for their species.

I have to admit there are a few men there that make being in a relationship seem tempting. I work with some absolutely lovely guys that would do anything for me and that often prove that not all men are bad. However, all that loveliness is quickly balanced out by a grown men having a temper-tantrums……the joys of the transport industry, eh?

Anyways, my dears, I am off to that lovely place I call bed to dream about doing very unladylike things to my Supervisor….what? Just because I’m content being single doesn’t mean this girl doesn’t have needs. Anyways, before I go I shall leave you with this question; what snaps you out of your “being single sucks” moods? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

Too Well Oiled Of A Machine

I’ve always said the Supervisor and I have an extraordinary working relationship despite only working together since April we’ve quickly found our staid and became a well-oiled machine.  Possibly too well-oiled.

I know personally I hate not working with the Supervisor, things just work better when our team is in, we know what each other is thinking and doing without having to ask. He doesn’t have to chase me and I don’t have to chase him everything just gets done.

The downside to this relationship is I hate to let him down and he’s the same with me. I know I should be focused on finding a new job right now, but I keep putting it off because I don’t want to leave him on his own. I have an interview next week for a fantastic job that pays £6,000 a year, more than I’m currently on and I feel horrible about it. I don’t want to go and leave him, but the choice isn’t mine.

He’s proofing right now it’s a two way street, his doctor wants him off work due to stress, but he doesn’t want it off because he doesn’t want to leave me in on my own. I’m having to do the right thing despite really not wanting to and push him to look after himself. Admittedly the thought of being in on my own next week is about enough to get me signed off with stress, but I have to do the right thing and put his health first…. Doing the right thing sucks.

I think it might suck a little more because if I do get this job, this could be our last set of 4. Which is almost enough to make me cry. I’m having one of those “I’m not ready to be an adult” moments but I guess I don’t really have a choice.

Anyways, that’s enough of me having emotions I need to go and be a cold heartless bitch and balance the universe back out. Before I go I shall leave you with this question; what is your favourite thing about your current job? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch
xoxoxo

I Do Not Negotiate With Terrorists

This seems to be a trend lately whether it’s Barney and his emotional manipulation or the drivers at work with their blatant refusal to keep operations running. I feel like I’m constantly negotiating with terrorists.

Call me naive, but when I stopped working a customer facing role I thought my days of terrorist negotiation was over… how wrong was I. If anything drivers are a million times worse than any customer I’ve ever dealt with.

In customer service you have the power, at the end of the day, yes, you want the customer to be happy, but they want something from you so the end game is ultimately yours.

In transport the power lies with the driver, they have the class 1 license you want them to use said license to deliver your goods so the power is theirs, and my god do they know it. It feels like you’re trying to negate the release of a chocolate bar a toddler is determined to eat. You’re never going to win at least part of that chocolate is getting eaten.

As much as I keep telling myself I don’t negate with terrorist….I do. I’m just kidding myself if I say otherwise. My job title may as well be "terrorist negotiator" at this point. The odd part is until recently I actually enjoyed my job. I enjoyed going in and defusing bombs and against all odds making everything work. But lately it’s just been a lot of work and with everything so up in the air, it’s a lot of work I’m not sure that even worth doing.

Anyways, my lovelies, I’m going to go and relax and make the most of my precious time off. I guess I’ll leave you with this question; what is your favorite way to distress after a long week at work? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxoxo

Did You Try?

When I've talked about my “relationship” with Barney ending, a couple of friends have asked me the same question; did I try? And I find this question incredibly offensive.

Why is my duty to chase a grown ass man? I messaged him, he failed to message me back, in my book I tried. Did I try hard….no but why should I? If I’m not a priority to him why would I want to chase him?

I hate that emphasis is placed on the woman, like somehow it’s our job to corral men and beat the asshole out of them; while training them in the art of common courtesy and communication. I’m sorry, but I didn’t sign up for that. There are only 2 things in this life worth chase and neither of them are men. They’re alcohol and dreams and I recommend one more then the other.

Given the men I date, it’s a no brainer chase alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol J

Anyways, my lovelies, that’s my rant over with. I am off to make the most of my last night off, cocktails, chick flick and a face mask are just what the doctor ordered. I suppose before I go I should leave you guys with a question; have you ever chased anyone and was it worth it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 
xoxoxo