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Oct 20 2008

Hoarding tendencies

Yeah, so when last week the mechanic came ’round to do the annual check up of the water heater and central heating system, I had to clear out the water heater space. It’s a small space but Holy Mother of God, the amount of shit one can stuff in there amazes me every year, when I take everything out.

I have the ironing board in there, and a small ladder, two large containers (one with all kinds of bath&body stuff and one with electrical wires, tools, lamps and all that shit) a container with decorations, gift wrapping paper, several extension chords, a footbath I hardly use but can’t do away with either, a vacuum cleaner, empty plastic bags, shopping bags, ya know… stuff like that…

I always take this annual opportunity to look thru all that shit, especially the 2 large containers, and clean them out. I think I’ve developed hoarding tendencies, cuz this year I’ve learned that:

  • I have no need to buy any deodorants for a while
  • nor hairspray
  • nor toothpaste
  • nor tampons (yeah, I knów you’ll all be thrilled to learn about that one)
  • nor lamps
  • nor paper hankies
  • nor towel hooks (I have four pairs in there, WTF?)
  • nor shampoo
  • nor USB wires
  • AND that I in fact DID have an extra (new) toothbrush. Sorry Yvonne! (she stayed over the other night and she asked me for one and I was convinced that I didn’t have one… *cough*)

Oh and Hon? Recognize the post picture? That one is still waiting for your return over here… :mrgreen:

Yeah, I am set for all of those for a while… I did notice I am almost out of toiletpaper though… Well, I still have a huge batch of paper hankies, so if it comes to the crunch…

Psssttt… By the way… you’ve just read my 1000th post on this blog… Just so you know…

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Oct 14 2008

Gobsmacked…

Published by DutchBitch under Stupid Bitches, WTF?

Right now, a few close male friends of mine are tied up in divorce proceedings. Proceedings that promise to be longwinding and probably not with an ending in their favor. In fact, one of them has already been at it for a long time. As it stands now they are probably gonna be bled dry by their respective soon-to-be-ex spouses… And even though I’ve been in a messy divorce myself, and I am a woman myself, that just gobsmacks me…

I’ve been wanting to say something about it for a while now. Still I’ve refrained from that for a long time. But since recently a third one was confronted with it, I just can’t shut up anymore. It sickens me to the stomach… seriously!

When I got divorced from The Ex things were very messy. We were not on great terms by the time I decided that I wanted out. A lot had happened between us and well, to say that we were on speaking terms, would be lying. Still, I am an independent woman, and I also think that a failing marriage in most cases has both spouses to blame up to a point. Also, I just wanted out. I felt that we would all, including The Kid, be better off if we would part ways and live our own lives. As I’ve told you before: I did not ask for any alimony, I didn’t want money from him. My lawyer felt I was insane, the judge awarded it to me and I refused it. I did ask for child support, because I just think he’s got responsibilities towards his child. But I just asked for the regular amount, nothing extreme. He squeemed his way out of that, but that is a totally different story.

Thing is, though The Ex has hurt me very much in the last years of our marriage and many bad things have transpired between us, I had no desire to ruin him, to bleed him dry, to get my revenge. Why? I am not a vindictive person. I mean, sure, I am not on great terms with people that have hurt me in the past, but it still doesn’t make me want to hurt them. First of all, because really I just want those people oút of my life more than anything, and second of all because I truly believe not to do upon others what you don’t want people to do to you.

I am an independent woman, I can take care of myself. Sure, it’s hard at times, but I pride myself on being independent and making it on my own, however hard that is at times. Also, I felt that I didn’t have a right to his money. He had a pretty well doing business. That he set up himself. That he started even before we got together. I never worked in that business. I had my own job.

Don’t get me wrong, if you have been in the kind of marriage in which you for instance put your spouse thru university by working your ass of for years while he was studying, or you are a stay at home Mom that has always taken care of the kids, enabling your spouse to make a career for himself, or any similar kind of marriage, I do think you are entitled to some alimony (even though there is still an element of “choice” in there as I see it). However, not the kind of alimony that will enable you to not lift a finger for the rest of your life and leave your husband at welfare-level.

I guess the soon-to-be-ex spouses of my friends are totally different. And I think they should be fucking incredibly ashamed of themselves! They are just plain vindictive bitches who are trying to bleed their soon-to-be-ex husbands dry in order to make sure they don’t have to lift a damn finger for the rest of their lives and leave their husbands in the poor house. They were not in the above mentioned kind of marriages. All have perfectly secure high paying jobs and can take care of themselves. And two of them even have a considerable inheritance in the bank. And the even worse thing? I know for a fact in these cases that actually the women were responsible in a big way for their marriages breaking up. All of them had extra marrital affairs, and left their husbands for those men.

I really seriously don’t get it. Where do they get off getting comfortable in the victim role in these divorces and where do they get off being such vindictive bitches? I really really really really really do.not.get.it! I think women like that are a fucking crying shame to our sex. I feel ashamed to belong to the same sex as they do.

And I feel equally ashamed about the fact that in our modern society apparently the judicial system(s) have not caught up with this development and still mostly consider these women the victims and are enclined to believe everything that comes out of their sorry mouths… I just have one message for you judges: Get With The Program! See thru these vindictive bitches! Sheesh!

I am a woman, I have been in a divorce like that (just the other way ’round), and I still think all of them should be fucking ashamed of themselves… Yes girls, I am talking about you. And I don’t care what the hell you think of me putting this out here. You know who you are and we are no longer friends… I can’t be friends with people who, for no justified reason, are on a quest to destroy another human being.

I really do not get you. Not even a little bit. If you want out, just get out. Take what you are entitled to and get out. Stop playing the pitiful victim. I hope in time karma will come around to bite you in the ass! Your attitude in life just infuriates me to no end… And it makes me sad that women can apparently still get away with this shit. Sometimes this world feels like the Dark Ages to me.

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Oct 08 2008

There’s some good news and some bad news

Yeah, I’ve got good news and bad news… It’s kinda entwined so let me just start off right away…

I pull about 36-40 hours át the office weekly and then at least another 8-10 hours more from home in the evenings and weekends. Some weeks more than others, depending on the workload. Right now it’s probably much more but I’ve stopped counting.

It does not bring me in enough cash to make ends meet. So I have extra jobs, several of them: I recently started doing the secretariat to the Dutch Vascular Internal Medicine Society, that’ll be a few hours/week. I designed the website for a webshop of one of my best girlfriends (HouseOfWonders) to which I will remain webmaster. And I do the lay out for the PhD thesi of PhD students (many of our own departments but word is spreading so I am currently spreading my wings to other university medical centers in Dutchyland). It keeps me excruciatingly busy at times but also brings in money that I very much need to keep afloat. And the good thing is that I can do most of this in the evenings when The Kid is asleep or in the weekends.

So yesterday, coming back from a hell of a fucking busy day at the office, I rushed home, rushed off to have dinner with a friend and after that went off to one of the PhD students that I am doing thesis lay out for to finish up the last little things on her layout. We managed to get it finished and I got paid for the job (i.e. GOOD NEWS)… We had a glass of wine together to toast the soon to be finished and printed thesis and then I got into the car and went home. It was late and I was friggin tired, but at least there was a few hundred euros in my pocket that could pay for some bills (i.e. GOOD NEWS)…

I drove home and just when I started going down the exit on the freeway and was about 10 mins from home…

*BANG*

Yeah, that would be the sound of really BAD NEWS… My car started to swing uncontrollably, I put on the breaks and managed to park it at the side of the road without a scratch… Um… yeah… except for both front tires… They were diminished to shreds… Shreds! I had blown both my front tires!!! WTF? (i.e. BAD NEWS)… I walked back a bit to where I think it happened and yup, sure enough… It looked like a pair of cars had recently been in a collision out there and both drivers could apparently not be bothered to clean up their shit. Glass and other shit all over the road. Yeah, thanks you assholes! I called the Dutch Automobile Service that I am a member off and half an hour later they were towing my car to my dealership that was about 8 min further up the road, I dropped the keys and a letter to my dealership in the letterbox and walked the last few miles home… after midnight… as the tow truck fucker guy could not be bothered to drop me off (i.e. more BAD NEWS)

I was totally bummed when I came home. It meant that the few hundred euros that were burning in my pocket would go straight to the 2 tires that I blew… So much for extra cash… AND I would have to do the pain in the ass thing of getting the bus to and from work the next day ánd take a few hours off in order to be at the dealership in time to pick up my car. And the bus doesn’t go there so that would mean the few miles of hiking back there too… (for now I think that was all of the BAD NEWS)

So I got up yesterdaymorning… Showered (I did have a realllly steamy one), got dressed, make up, hair, got my shit together, left the house and rushed down the appartment building stairs to try and be at the busstop in time… Only to find my car parked in its usual spot in front of the appartment building! With 2 brandnew tires on there!

Um…. What the hell? How? …

Now I must say that my dealership has been my dealership since I was 19. They know about my current situation. They know I álways need a replacement car to borrow when my car goes in for repairs as I can’t get shit done without one. Then it dawned on me. I walked around to my mailbox, opened it and sure enough there were my carkeys and a note from the dealer. He had come to the shop early and had found my car out there and my keys in the letterbox and had one of the mechanics rush the new tires on my car and drop it off at at my appartment building before I was off to the office. Cuz he knew I would need my car…

Yeah, so that would be the GREAT news…

I love my dealership! They are surely not the cheapest way to get my car fixed most of the time but they never charge me for the replacement cars they give me and well, they do shit like this for me… Obviously the invoice was in there too… in my mailbox. And it’s gonna cost me most of the money I earned with the thesis lay out… But there is no money that can pay for the wonderful feeling of people coming to your aid when you least expect it!

P.S. of course after that some potential bad news had to fuck my day back up… the medical center’s HR dept informed me that due to budget cuts the request to replace BB and put out an add for a new secretary had to pass thru the Budget Committee and that there is a very real chance that I will not be allowed to replace BB… Which would mean running the whole fucking secretariat by myself… Can you hear the sizzling of 2 fulltime jobs melting together into one really assholy big one? Cross everything you can cross for me, again… Cuz seriously… Hell No!

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Sep 28 2008

My Left Foot

Published by DutchBitch under Hurt, Road Rage, WTF?

It’s Saturdaynight and I’ve just come back from what feels like the kazillionth office function these past weeks… on a friggin’ Saturday… It was a party of one of your PhD students that had her public defense this past week and can now call herself Dr. I also did her thesis lay out. She had a BBQ in the huge garden of her dad’s house in well… the Gold Coast of Dutchyland. It was a nice party, which due to it being outside in a garden enabled many of us to bring our kids, which was awesome. Other than that it’s the kind of party that I usually spend talking to colleagues and ex-colleagues and former PhD students… and being ignored by the ranks of those who became total arrogant bastards who have made it to Dr or Professor and decided that it is no longer cool to talk to me, being the “mere management-assistant”… Ah, I still remember the times when they needed my assistance and couldn’t afford arrogance… fucking bastards…

Anyway, that is not what today’s post is about. Yesterday I promised let you know what happened to my left foot. It was run over… by a total fucktard… in a fucktard fitting big ass car… on Friday.

I was attending a symposium on Friday and had hurried to the symposium location after dropping off The Kid at school. I was there just in time and rushed my car into the parking facility of the hotel that was hosting the symposium. I drove it into the parking spot backwards and while I was doing so (in one go I might ad, as I mostly do) some fucking asshole was not paying attention and álmost ran the front of his car into the front of my car júst before I had completely backed it up into the parking spot… I didn’t care. I noticed that he probably hadn’t been paying sufficient attention but ya know… all’s well that end’s well, so I wasn’t upset or angry. I just finished parking my car, got out and there he was… the fucktard driver…

He put his window down and started yelling at me about me being a bitch and not paying attention and almost running into him. I carefully but surely informed him that it was actually me parking and hím almost running into mé… He shouted at me again, gave me the once over… (what the hell is that with men! no matter what state of mind they are in, they háve to give you the once over before they leave you in peace, sheesh)… and then drove off

BACKING HIS FUCKING BIG ASS SUV UP, OVER MY LEFT FOOT!!!

Well, lets just say that I blurted out some forceful terms, and not in a quiet manner… And I think I ended my sentence with “fucking asshole!” and kicking his tire with my other foot. Holy Fucking Shit! Have you e.v.e.r. had a big ass car drive over your foot? I cannot recommend it.. seriously…

He backed up again, I managed to get my foot out of the way in time, this time, and put his window down again and asked me what the hell I was kicking his tire for…

BECAUSE YOU JUST BACKED YOUR FUCKING BIG ASS SUV OVER MY FOOT, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!

He replied with: “oh, get over it you bitch”, put his window down and then fled the scene.. I was so stupified that I didn’t even get his licence plate number… My foot was hurting like hell, but I figured it was ok. It didn’t look weird… My shoe was ruined, which was fár worse! My shoe!!! At the end of the afternoon, after driving back home, my foot started blowing up like a balloon, which made me decide to take a detour to the medical center’s ER to have it checked out afterall… I mean, it was going into the weekend… ‘n all… They X-rayed my foot and it turned out ok. The swelling has gone down in the mean time, though my foot is still hurting…

Yeah, so that was the story of some fucking asshole fucktard driving over my foot… Lemmejustsay… I never want to have that happen to me nor my foot again…

Oh and!!! ehm…. look!

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Sep 26 2008

Is it Friday yet?

Published by DutchBitch under Funny Shit, Office, WTF?

Conversation at the office yesterday…

The Chief: “I thought you said you and BB would both be out of the office today? Did I get that wrong?”

DutchBitch: “Tomorrow! The Secretariat will be closed tomorrow. BB doesn’t work tomorrow and I will be at the Vascular symposium in Zeist

The Chief: “Tomorrow? Are you working tomorrow?”

DutchBitch: “Ummm, yes… and so are you

The Chief: “Huh?”

DutchBitch: “Tomorrow… F.r.i.d.a.y… I will be working at the symposium, you here at the dept

The Chief: “What!!!??? You mean it’s not Friday today?”

DutchBitch: “Ummm no… It’s THURSDAY today

The Chief: “Oh shit… ugh… really?”

[inaudible mumbling while retreating to his office]

DutchBitch: “Really… really really really

Wow… I think that is the first time in my over 10 year working for this man that I’ve experienced him thinking that it was actually later in the week than it really was… And well, it is my job to burst his bubble guard his schedule, right? Guess he must’ve felt cheated when his alarm rang this morning! Heh… Mu-ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh!!!

OK, I am off to the Vascular symposium I will be attending today. I will start working for the Society that is organizing the symposium, doing their secretariat and website. It’s my 2nd.. um… no… 3rd… um… well, something like my kazillionth job in an attempt to earn enough money to keep afloat… Meeting some 100 members of the society, all vascular researchers, doctors and such… Woop dee doo!

Latah!

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