Beeatch = NO CLASS

Ok... on my way to work this morning I was confronted with 2 separate incidents involving BEEEATCHES!!!!

First, as I was cruising down a neighborhood road... going to speed limit, a women comes flying up on my bumper on her cell phone. She was so close I could see her lips moving. I guess she had enough, whipped her car into the center lane like Jeff Gordan would do trying to pass Tony Stewart at Lowes Motor speedway and gunned her little Ford Escape on by me. She probably hit 55 mph in performing this def move. She came close to rubbing me on her way back over so I gave her a congratulatory honk, in which she (I'm sure respectfully) saluted me with her middle finger. She sped on into the distance and out of sight.

Second, upon arrival at work, I was greeted with a bitter "one-sided" discussion. Ok... it wasn't really a discussion; a discussion must consist of at least 2 people actively communicating. I was being advised I was going to be handed very piece of service work that comes in to our office for my clients. Now, I don't mind this... but it was the way it was presented to me. I'm not surprised it was presented in the manner in which it was presented either. There is such a thing called professionalism, but I guess it doesn't apply to some people in the workplace.

Ironically.... I laughed at both incidents.