Nursing Headaches

We hired someone new for our department in June. She left at the end of July. We are absorbing her position as a cost saving measure. Read: Her job is being rolled up into my job. So, I have been busy at work lately. Really, really busy. I have 50+ hours worth of work now to cram into a 36 hour work week. While the challenge is nice, the work load as been a bit stressful this week. Mostly, because I also (sometimes unwillingly) support the sales guy at my office. Who happens to be an idiot with financial skills so crappy that I'm not sure he could use a calculator. No, there's no doubt. I've seen him with a calculator. Determining a sell price is completely out of his reach. In fact, if I could absorb his position too my time at work might very well produce significantly less headaches.

But I digress.

So, we were just at the drug store picking up a prescription. Chris went inside while Arwen and I waited in the car. I was peacefully enjoying my daughter squeaking and sqwaking in the back seat and a little Mitch Hedburg routine on the XM when I glanced over and noticed a couple walking out of the pharmacy. They were laughing and I thought to myself that that was nice. Then the guy patted his lady on the rear. And then again. And then he put his hand down her pants. Yes, he dug into the back of her shorts and crammed his hand down there to touch her bare arse. Because, I suppose, having the onlooker witness the pat on the rump was just not enough. C'mon fella. Really?

One. What the rock?! Get a friggin' room.

Two. Are you sure she really wants your filthy hands on her bum? Who knows what you picked up and handled in the drug store! I'm not a total prude, but that's just a little too much for me. Sick people frequent the drug store, you toad. Wash your hands first! Nay, refer to One then wash your hands and proceed to do whatever you'd like to her hiney.

I hate PDA. Actually, I don't necessarily mind little kisses or some hand holding in public, but bare skin fondling is not what I want to see on my lazy Saturday afternoon. Humph.

So, here I am now. Looking in the mirror at my daughter in the back seat and praying that I'm a good enough woman to teach her better than to accept behavior like that. Maybe I am a prude, but by God I have standards at least.

Ugh. Now the aggravation and judmental attitude have given me a headache. Thanks a lot dude. Better have Chris pop back inside for some Tylenol...

As a side note, I saw a guy toss his receipt on the ground this morning after he pumped gas. I didn't tell him that he'd left his tank open. I chalked it up to Karma for littering, not my pissy mood. :)