Shit rain again.

So today was a perfect example of my day being loaded with badness when it comes.

Today I drove downtown to see the gyno, not my favortie thing to do, because really, who LIKES seeing their gyno?

My gyno resides right downtown on Queen street, so driving there is always about as fun as stubbing ones toe. It was also 35 degrees today, and sunny.

First off I got stuck in traffic on the Don-Valley parking lot. Fab. So sitting on a highway for 45 mins sweating my skin off was great, and when I finally got out of my car my champagne colored shit was soaked in sweat.

Sexy.

I was also on the phone with the gyno the whole time trying to find their new office, which made me more late. I parked the car and hitailed it to the office, leaving behind a trail of sweat in my wake.

When I get there, The requisition from my GP hasn't been sent over, so they had to make a new one up. I sat while they did this and read an article in Macleans, the cover proclaiming the problem with Nixons leadership. The mag was older than I was. But, turns out accroding to their classifications in it, I live a very healthy life, score one for Irish!

Next I had an internal exam, which I won't go into too much detail about, but anyone thats had one knows they basically can ruin any day. Then I got called into work, on my One day off.

When I leave the gyno office, it pours rain right as I get outside, and finding refuge in a small bank entrance I stumbled onto this huge Underground Mall! COOL!

After wandering around the mall, I get back to my car and pay the guy in the toll booth. $12 for an hour and a half of parking! Outrageous! Then the gobshite has the nerve to come to my car and demand more because I was really there for an hour and 40 mins, not an hour and a half.

Then I get turned around trying to get back on the highway, since all streets in downtown won't let you make left turns, I end up in suburbia. Turning around I get back on the DVP and get stuck in traffic Again, for another hour and a half. FINALLY I get home, only to find my Step-Da has decided today would be a great day to surprise my Ma.

Ah, Piss.

So away to work I went, turns out we had to rip the entire back room apart, and still do stock. I was there 2 hours after we closed, still working away before I called it quits for everyone.

And now I'm home. After helping my Ma pick out something to wear to a wedding (7 dresses with accessories) I am ready for bed. At 1:15 am.

Goodnight all.

Retract those claws.

I hate bring from a small town. You can't do much or anything without seeing someone you know. For example, I happened to run into Rockers girlfriend.

Smashers and I planned a very quickly put together girls day. We went window shopping at the mall (saw one of Toxics good friends), Then came home and made Pina Coladas on the deck and had dinner with my Ma (who finished my Pina coloda for me).

Then we decided to see a movie, finalizing on spiderman, but first I had to exchange some stuff at work, which went off without a hitch. But when we were crossing the parking lot, I saw Rockers girlfriend. I waved and she waved back.

"Who was that?" said Smashers

"Rockers girlfriend" I said

"Oh," she replied "She was in your work standing right behind you. I thought it was a little weird she was starring at you but didn't say anything."

Apprently, she had been right behind me, but hadn't said a word! the store was dead, it wouldn't have caused her any trouble to say hi or anything. I couldn't believe it.

Everytime we go to a party and shes there, she acts like a friend. Laughs at my jokes, makes fun of friends with me, even helps me up when a bench a bunch of us were sitting on collapses. But then I hear from other mutual couples that she hates me and refuses to let Rocker talk to me. Weird?

I want to shake her and say 'I have no hard feelings, please stop hating me because you don't know the whole story' or even 'Of all the times your boyfriend cheated on you, none of them were with me'. I hate having this much drama over a guy i'm not interested in and a girl I would otherwise be good friends with.

This is why I only have one or two chick friends. Their too much work.

Raining shit, grab an umbrella.

When it rains, it pours.

Fatarse used to make fun of me because it always would rain shit on me like none other. And it wouldn't even be just a few little things, it would be a ton of bad things all within a short period of time, hence being called the unluckiest Irish.

Example: New years.

First off, BOO new years. I've never had a good one.

2 New Years(es?) ago, I foolishly held a party. The plan originally was that The Guys would play in the basement, and people would come to listen. However, They skivved off and said they would be back but they were going to check out another party.

Suddenly, G-unit showed up at my door. 50 gansters (ok, more like 15) waltzed through my door tramping all of Canada in its winter glory through the door. Then they get uncontrollable. Then stuff starts to go missing. Then my Australian who was visiting notices the spare room where all his stuff is has been broken into. Then he notices my $250 skateboard is missing (later found). Then my buddies little brother tells me he recovered a fur coat that had been stolen outside. Then we noticed my brothers speakers had been kicked in. Then we noticed part of the wall was missing. Then a huge fight broke out, which i had to help break up. Through all this I was on the phone trying to get the guys to come back, with no victory. Then Toxic showed up, he had been jumped and his head kicked into a curb a few times. Then I walked in on my friend (who had a girlfriend) with his pants around his ankles and my other friend in front of him. In my mothers room. Then The Guys showed up, I screamed and yelled, they left.

See what I mean?

Horrible. Men, advert your eyes.

Horrible thought.

My virginity has regrown.

I very rarely get my period (this is where the whole men not reading this comes in) for medical reasons, and today, using even a wee tampon was causing me pain.

Like, pain.

I've even forgotten what sex is even like, how sad is this. Smashers says to just go out and find someone, but its never been like that for me.

I'm at a loss here, any suggestions? I see no light at the end of the tunnel here.

May 24, The party weekend?

Like New Years, my May 2-4s are usually disapointing. Unlike this new years though, may 2-4 was still disapointing.

Friday I spent on the deck with one of my two girlfriends, Smashers, tanning and drinking. Then we both went to our respectable jobs. Afterwork went to Fatarses for an uneventful night of drinking and poker on his deck. Saturday? I ran errands the whole daytime, then took a nap. I know, i've got you on the edge of your seat, but heres where it gets sucky.

8 pm rolls around, so I call Fallhard for whats doing. He tells me The Guys are getting firecrackers, and He'll call me when he gets home.

9:30 pm, still no word. I call him, and he says him and the rest are on their way into my hometown. He'll call me in a bit.

10pm, STILL no word, so I call and tell him F.O. (feck off) and that I'm going into the maintown for another party. He says no, they're close to my house, just wait and they'll be there in a minute.

10:30 and i've lost my patience. I called him up and yelled "Feck this, i'm going to the mainland, i'm sick of waiting for you."

"Good!" he yells, "We're in the mainland, come to the park!"

"I thought you said you were in my town." I asked "We were, we walked back!" he yelled.

Fecking Liar. To get from my hometown to the mainland is at least a 3 hour walk, theres no way you could get there in half an hour, you would have to sprint.

I was furious, why waste my time? Why not just say where they are? The horrible realization occured to me: They were probly partying with Rocker, and he didn't want me around. They may be my best buds, but they have the whole 'bros before hoes' mantra. so. not. fair. I have no proof, but otherwise why bother wasting my time? Thoughts anyone?

Anyways, I was livid, and went to the other party where Smashers was. Fatarse and his girlfriend were there, but we was just being an ass to everyone, and I found out later arrived hours late with no explanation and no call, even to his girlfriend. Smashers left shortly after I got there, and I hightailed it out of there after the first boyfriend I ever had (who cheated on me with the host of the party) arrived. With his fat girlfriend. He looked like shite btw, I, on the other hand, only got hotter.

So that was the first bit of the weekend, Sunday was boring and basically consisted of me doing nothing but visiting Smashers at work, she was bored, and driving a very biligerant Fatarse around unwillingly. Monday I worked.

The good in the weekend? I got pulled over Saturday night by the cops for running. Oh, You read that right.

More later...

The Irish Anger

Being angry and Irish is a unique thing. We didn't get known for our anger from nowhere. If anyone ever watches The Black Donnelleys, this is a quote from them on Irish Anger:

"Now the Irish always got a bad rap for being drunk and violent. And all this talk about being drunk and violent just makes you want to have a few beers and punch people out."

This is what happens:


Stage One: The Insult and The Comeback.

"Irish, do the words 'mae-up' mean anything to you?"

"Do the words 'Feck off' mean anything to you?"

Stage Two: The Snap.

"It's just, you have some potential," grabbing my face, "and make-up might hide most of the flaws with your face. Not all of course."

Your eyes go numb, and your body starts to tingle, like chills. You get tunnel vision and all sense of class goes out the door.

"Let go of meh face."

Then something snaps.

Stage Three: The End.

When that something snaps, your eyes cloud over and someone steps into your body. Your actions aren't your own, and it doesn't matter if your bigger or smaller than the other person, you won't stop.

Fatarse weighs a good 100 lbs more than I do, and one time I was so mad I broke his jaw. To this day it still pops when he chews. I broke my hand in the process, but didn't even feel it until much much later, like a day.

Its not the drink. Its the genetics. The smallest Irish person on the best of days will give someone twice their size a good run for their money. Thats why they always caution you against taking a leprachauns gold.

The Worst Date continued

Where was I...

Right. Dinner. Ugh.

So after Emilio takes this big song and dance about paying the bill, (which he left the waitress a shite tip btw, even though he knew I used to be a waitress,) We went for a walk. He kept talking. And talking. Finally, I had had enough.

"I'm not sure what I was to do yet." I said, cutting him off mid sentence. He recovered, unfortunatly.

"Really? You seem kind of flighty. How do you think thats going to affect your work life? See, I was plannning...." and so on.

Anyways, finally the night drew to an end. After much walking, in fecking february I might add, he walked me to my car.

"Wheres you car?" I asked, looking around.

"Oh, I don't drive." He answered.

"Why not? Do you have a problem getting your license?" Innocent question.

"No, I have a problem with crashing all my cars." Innocent answer. No, wait, It wasn't.

Goodbye.

"Riigghhtt... Well, I'll call you." I wouldn't.

So off he walked, after trying to go in for the kiss I might add, to the bus stop. Ugh. I called Posh. She was in town and I needed a girl to vent to. She agreed to meet me for coffee.

So she picked me up, after I had stripped down out of all of my date clothes, taken off my make-up, and pulled my hair into a messybun. We were in the middle of coffee, when one of my friends from my hometown came in.

This guy and I live about 4 streets away from each other. Posh lives about 6 to give you an idea how small my town is. Theres always been this sexual tension between us, seeing as hes very good looking and cofident, but nothing happens because hes Rockers oldest friend. Just some backround for ya.

He came over and sat with us, and immediatly asked how my date went. After I told him all the horrifying details, he said "Thats nothing compared to my night. Rocker called me 9 times. And when I finally answered? He goes off on this shpeal about how you're on a date with another guy."

"Are you going out, I said. He said 'No'. Are you dating her? I asked. He said 'No'. Just for fun I asked Are you even fucking her? And he said 'Fuck you'. So I told him to get over it. Or try calling you" My buddie explained. Great. I looked at my cell, which had been switched off. 4 missed calls, and 2 voicemails.

This is getting ridiculous, I thought. My friend and Posh laughed it off. I was pissed.

We all went back to our respective houses, although we all live so close we could've just carpooled. Oh, and the voicemails and missed calls? 3 guesses who they were from, but you'll only need 1.

The Worst Date i've ever been on.

Before I start, to Nora: The Doc gave me painkillers for the pain, and it went away, so I guess it was nothing serious? It hasn't come back yet!

And now a trip down memory lane....

My Worst Date.

We'll call him Emilio. I met him at a mutual friends birthday party at college. He did the whole classic "Let me show you how to play pool" bit. But at the end of the night, he didn't ask for my number. So, being the ballbreaker that I am, I decided to look him up via facebook and call him on it. We went out for a date on spring break.

Now onto the actual date. Let me start off by saying I actually got dressed up to look casual and put together, and put on tons of makeup for that 'not trying' look. Laugh all you want, I know you've been there.

Firstly I get stuck in traffic. DVP 7pm on a tuesday. Almost as bad as the DVP 7pm on a friday. So I was half an hour late. When I finally arrived, I met up with Emilio. I noticed he hadn't got dressed up, he was wearing a tshirt and skater sweater, and jeans. and glasses. Now i'm not superficial, I am in fact, practically blind, but he wasn't wearing glasses the first time I met him which made me think he wasn't concerned enough with his image to break out the contacts for a night. Regardless,

So before the date began I told him I wasn't hard to impress (bald faced lie), and that he should just try to do something out of the ordinary, like spontaneous. His spontaneous thought? To take me for a walk in the middle of Scarbrough, at night, and 'let me pick where we eat'. Me picking where we eat isn't spontaneous, or even planned. The area we were in had old theatres that showed ancient films, which sounded cool, but eating anywhere around there wasn't. All the area had were pizza pizzas and pubs. So far Not Impressed.

But I was still willing to forget.

While we were walking (in the middle of february by the way), he stopped. I kept walking. Being as perceptive as I am, I kept walking until he cleared his throat. "Um," He said, making a huge head movement towards my feet, "Your shoe. Its Un-tied." He said un-tied like I had stepped in dog shite. "So?" I said, and kept walking. "You could trip and fall!" he said, starting to get hysterical. "It's OK," I reasurred, "My head will break my fall." So he reluctantly followed me.

We settled on eating at a pub called Lion In the Sun. He made me stand outside until I had 'got' the joke in the name, and then explain it to him to make sure I had gotten it properly. Now, I like pubs, when your sitting around with the boys and playing some pool. Not exactly first date material, but its the first place I saw that didn't have 3.99 meals.

When we sat down he started talking. And talking. AND TALKING. After 35 minutes of him talking about himself, I realised I had zoned out. Not that he was asking me any questions, mind, but still. Our food was pub food, fish o' chips and coka cola. It wasn't great and was swimming in grease. Finally our bill came, (still with no questions directed at me) and like most places the waitress put the bill in the middle. He looked at me.

"OH," he said with exageration coming out his arse, "I'll get THIS one." There won't be another one, jackass.

Shite, My brother needs the internet, more later!

Rocker update...

Yay! So, I just read my first few comments! Thanks guys, I will keep it up, and you keep up the feedback!

Last weekend The Guys played in a battle of the bands (and won!), so we all drove down to Toronto to see them play. Unfortunatly, I had to drive the Irritation down with me.

Irritation had called me that day and asked if I would drive. Now, I love my car, and I love driving, but I hate being taken advantage of. Toronto isn't far, but its not exactly 20 mins either. So, I told Irritation that I would drive down if I got some gas money. He agreed.

BIG mistake. Irritation spent the intire ride down there sharing his opinion with the rest of the car on how weak it is to accept money for gas.

"I don't get why you would accept $10 measly bucks for gas, Irish." He started, "I make $10 in, like, a quarter of an hour. I actually would take it as an insult if someone gave me money for gas. I pay $400 a month for my insurance, and like, fuck, $10 is nothing. I think its so stupid you want gas money for this car, its what, $5 to get down there? Thats so fucking gay. Like, I have no problem giving you it, I just think you should be happy to drive us down there is all..." And so on.

Now, I may drive a Sunfire, but gas to get down there is not $5. Not by a longshot. I also felt I was doing this arse a favour. But I stayed silent. Then we got lost.

"Don't worry, I know this place like the back of my hand, Just follow my directions." And when he got us completly turned around and back on the highway, he called Fallhard for directions. which got us more lost. But thats ok, none of this was still his fault. I'll skip you that running monologue because it was bascially him talking about himself and how I was an idiot.

Anyways, Finally we got to the Club, The Guys played extremely well, and won first.

Right before The Guys went on, Rocker walked past me and said "...looking at small stuff?" Now, I didn't catch the first bit of what he said, but him not speaking to me in almost 3 months left my mouth hanging open in shock. I just stared at him. I couldn't believe he was speaking to me. So I said, as sauve as possible, "A-are you speaking to me?" (smooth) He stared back and said "No." and walked away.

We were all very happy afterwards, and planned on partying hard. Fallhard and his girlfriend, and Irritation and his girlfriend all piled into my car and away we went. Just as we were pulling away, Fallhard and his girlfriend coughed in a very obvious and knowing fashion, and when I looked in the rearview mirror, Fallhard looked back and nudged his head towards Irritation.

Then I smelled it. Beer.

That Arse has opened a beer in my car.

"Um, Irritation, can you not drink in my car please?"

"I'm not drinking, that would be so disrespectful." And away he went, drinking, even after I asked him a few more times during the trip to not drink in my car.

Now, the Irish temper tells me to pull over the car, remove him bodily from the car, and leave him on the side of the highway. However, It's hard to pull over when theres no shoulder, and I also have to consider the other people in the car.

I was LIVID when I got home. I dropped everyone off and the last to go was Irritation. Of course. He kept repeating "I don't get why your so mad" and being drunk, didn't understand that the whole car had smelt the beer. He barely had his feet out of the door when I pulled away.

Not only had one of my friends disrespected me, when he fully realized that him drinking in my car could very well get my license taken away, But he lied about it. And Fallhard didn't even try to stop him. No one backed me up.

The thing that broke the night for me was that Rocker had talked to me. He had probly only spoken to me because his girlfriend wasn't there, but he had made an effort and I just stared at him. I felt like a moron. That chance may not crop up for awhile.

Work blues and the ER.

This morning I woke up in a very weird state. And no, not Texas. It doesn't need me to be weird.

I woke up with fabulous hair, no zits, feeling good, but with a bit of chest pain, blood oozing from my scalp, and my ear swollen. Weird eh? Well, having DD's chest pain isn't uncommon, and i figured something had bit me during the night making my head bleed a little and my ear swell. I cleaned everything with rubbing alcohol and set off to work.

Unfortunatly, the chest pain got worse.

I also had customers like this:

Customer: You've rung this in wrong.

Me: No I haven't, the price on the tag is the price it came up as when I scanned it and thus, the price I charged you.

Customer: You've changed it, I know it! Do I have stupid written accross my forehead?

Me: Yes actually, have you tried scrubbing it off?

After that delightful experiance, my boss noticed I was holding my chest.
"Are you alright?" she asked.

"My chest hurts, and I can't breathe."I answered.

As the day went on, my breathing got worse, as did work ("Can I have a changeroom?" "No, sorry we don't let people try things on. You just sorta guess. The changerooms are just for decoration")and by the end of the day I could hardly breath.

I decided to go to the ER. BBBIIIGGG MMIISSTTAKKEEEEE. I'm not sure what the ER's are like anywhere else, but here, unless your bleeding from the head, and sometimes even if you are, you better settle in for a 4+ hour wait. After 2 hours I said nuts to this and came home. I plan to see my Doc tomorrow, and I have a nice collection of hospital braceletts, but either than that it only hurts if I move or do anything involving breathing. No worries.

I'll keep yeh posted

Dinnertime at the Irish residence.

Dinnertime during the week consists of someone cooking dinner, and everyone else grabbing a bit of it another time during the night.

This is not the case on the weekends though.

The few weekends my Ma and Stepda are actually here are few and far between. Sometimes when in Toronto, I go and have dinner with them, But for the most part I make dinner for my brother and I on the weekends.

When they are home, my brother and I have a hobby you could say. Maybe more of a competition. Its called making Stepda uncomfortable.

Its a fun hobby, and is usually quite entertaining, especially since most dinners start like this:

Me: What do you want with dinner Ma? Red wine or white?

Mom: Both.

The Irish like to drink. Obviously. So usually we have lunch drinks, afternoon drinks, happy hour, wine before dinner, with dinner and after dinner, and margaritas before bed. Surely I must be kidding? No, i'm not kidding. And don't call me Shirley.

So, with Ma and Stepda firmly half in the bottle, dinnertime is always fun. Tonight was no different.

Stepda: Pork, Irish?

Me: I don't eat meat.

Brother: Actually, I was watching House, and they had this case where a woman had eaten uncooked pork and got a tapeworm in her brain.

Stepda: *pause*

Me: Wine?

Brother: Yes Please.

Ma:Don't give him wine, hes underage.

Brother: And?

Ma: Drink the white.

This is when Stepda changes the topic to something very boring, like work.

Me: So I went to the Gynocologist today...

Stepda: *spits out wine*

Brother: Whats a Gyno for again?

Ma: The vaginal area, Brother.

Me: Well, apprently, MY vaginal area--

Stepda: SO! The Leafs lost!

And this is when Brother and I realise we've won. For this meal.

Being a Good Kid.

There was this girl that I used to play with as a kid. Her name was Erin, and she was adopted. Like most adopted kids, she was smothered with love from her adoptive parents, and treated like any other spoiled child. Unfortunatly that where our similarities end.

I may not keep in contact with her 20 years later, but my Ma keeps in contact with her parents and catchs up from time to time. Erin is now my age, with a son. She got pregnant at 16, has yet to finish grade 10 while other people our age are into their 3rd year of university. She is irresponsible, doesn't care for her son, throws parties and leaves the baby alone to crawl around amongst drunks. She had the police called to her house because she told people that she was being 'held against her will', even though she had at that time run away for a week without telling her parents where she was going.

Now, I am not one to lecture people on how they parent their children. God knows, these parents tried their hardest to discipline her. What do you think? Is it an adoption thing?All adopted kids in my age group that I know are quite wild, but that doesn't necessarily have anything to do with them being adopted, just spoiled.

My brother and I were brought up very well off. We had a nanny to take care of us until i was about 12, a cleaning lady, etc etc. We still grew up more grounded and normal than any kids that I know of, the worst I've ever done was come home with tattoos, and the worst he's done is come home with an eyebrow ring. Everytime my Ma goes to meet with these parents, she comes home crying and hugging me, thanking me for being a good kid. If my Ma is bawling over a kid that isn't even hers? I can't imagine what these parents go through.

The only thing i attribute to being a good kid is good old-fashioned guilt trips. I know, it sounds horrible, but we were kept in line by Irish guilt. My Granny used to be the master of it, saying things to my Da like, "Are you feeling better dear?" "Yes, " My Da would reply, "but I wasn't sick?" Then the kicker from her, "Oh, but you hadn't called in a few days, I thought the only reason would be that you were ill." Oh, she was the master.

The reason I never swore off to my parents? The reason I never came home drunk/stoned/pregnant? The reason I got good grades? Apart from coming from a smotheringly loving family, I felt guilty if i did any of the above. And you know what? It made me a better person in the end.

For any potential parents out there? If you plan on spoiling children, without giving them so much as a dishwasher-unpacking duty? Don't be too surprised when years from now it's impossible to correct their holyier-than-thou attitude. My StepDa's children have a sense of intitlement bigger than the Pope himselves.

Retail, my bitter end.

Alright, so without giving you too much detail into what I do, i'll leave it at retail.

Now, Retail is an alright job, helps that i'm pretty decent at it. What doesn't help? The cooky customers.

My least favorite type of customer is the Flea Market shoppers. These aren't people who look for Flea market discounts, but actually are in the business of flea markets. They come in, buy everything on sale, fight you on the prices, ask for a discount, and ask to keep the hangers. I'm not all Ra-ra about the company I work for, but having our stuff bought then resold seems like a dumb way to rip people off for these flea market employees benefit. They always ask the same 3 questions:

1) "What kind of a discount can you give me?" This is a little strange. My store is a huge name retail store, the employees can't simply discount things when they feel like it. No matter who they talk to, no matter the fight they put up, we.can't.do.anything. Most of the time they won't even listen, You'll explain the concept, and They'll rally with "Ok, ok. $14. Now, thats a steal." Reminder: Theyre buying OUR stuff.

2)"You can just leave the hangers on". Well, no, I can't. We can't let anyone leave the store with hangers, it looks like shoplifting. We have thousands in the back room, but we still can't let them leave with them. I've explained this to one couple personally about 6 times, and every single time they just smile and tell me I can leave the hangers on.

3)"This is $10." This isn't so much a question as a demand. They tell you every single price on everything in front of them, not realising that the price comes up on the computer when its scanned. When I correct them, they start yelling that i'm wrong and then switch to "So what can you give me this for?"

Flea market employees are the most frustrating but equally the most fun to entertain yourself. By the end you want to kill them and their insessent questions, but seeing them get mad is the ultimate satisfaction. Telling them no, they can't keep the hangers, telling them the prices their fighting are wrong etc etc. Great fun.

Besides flea market employees, random customers are frustrating too. Unlike regular customers, they think that what they say goes. My least favorite are the customers that repeat the prices back to me. They ask, "This is $10? and this is $15? and this is $35? and this is..." I fully understand if you need one thing price checked, maybe it was on the wrong rack. BUT, when you ask every single price, even though you know perfectly well the price displayed is what it is, and you are only asking for the off chance that something is on sale? Sales associates get less likely to want to help you, very quickly. WE HAVE to tell you if something is on sale, or is buy one get one free, or anything. We get in trouble if we don't.

I dislike whiny teenagers. I dislike people who call me an ignorant white girl. I dislike anyone who doesn't wear deoderant or brush their teeth and feels they must lean in to talk to me. I dislike people who bring small children into the store and yell at them or drag them around while they look for 'those fabulous jeans." I very much dislike people who won't control their children who run into things and into my employees. I don't have any stories about those, they just bug me.

YES i'm done venting. Understand that for the most part, I love helpign people. It makes me feel very accomplished. But next time any of you feel the need to be rude to a sales associate, just think what you would do in that situation, and if that doesn't make you realise what your doing, think about they day they've probly had. Some behavious is inexcussible, yes, but most fo the time if someone is rude to you they don't mean to be.

Just as a side note, especially for all you women out their? Don't ever ask someone when their due, or how long they've been pregnant. Unless they innitiate the conversation i.e. 'well, i'll have to do it after the baby is born *pat stomach*' DO. NOT. ASK. It is not only rude, but if your wrong? It is very hurtful to think you look pregnant. My 20 yr old employee got asked when her baby was due today, and was reduced to tears in the backroom. Some people are fat/chubby/not as perfect as you, so please don't draw attention to it please?