I sort of had a feeling this morning that the shirt I was wearing made me look pregnant (which I am NOT, by the way) and that feeling was confirmed when, on the train home from work, a young woman politely asked me if I would like her seat (since I was standing). Why else would she have asked me, out of all the people standing in the train car, if I would like her seat? FYI, I also noticed a few people looking at me strangely as I smoked my cigarette during lunch. I now know why.

Anyway, I won’t take it as an insult because the shirt really does make me look crazy pregnant. I think it’s the pleating or something. But after the woman offered me her seat, I got really pissed. Not at her, of course, she was kind enough to offer her seat during rush hour to the bloated “pregnant” chick, but all the dudes sitting on the train that didn’t seem to mind that a pregnant woman had to stand! Jerks.

Aside from my fake pregnancy, the 40-something sister of my former boss (Mean Boss) has resorted to leaving snide comments on my Facebook. I haven’t quite figured out if she is doing so to make me feel guilty for quitting her brother’s newspaper or to just be mean which would make sense considering Mean Boss is her brother. I’m assuming mean like that is genetic.

Either way, I’ve found the correspondence to be hilariously entertaining. I’ve made sure to keep my replies in a nice tone to keep from stooping to their level. It’s tough though because of all the horrible things that were said to me over the course of four years and the fact that, three weeks later, I’m still not completely over them, it really pisses me off to be turned into the bad guy.

Whatever. I’m in too good of a mood (wow, that’s a lot of “O”s) to let a four-time divorcee with enough time to devote to leaving snarky comments on a Facebook profile get me down! My dad bought me a new pair of headphones so I can finally listen to my beloved Dale and Holley tomorrow at work! God, I missed them. I so out of the sports loop without them. I was so confused when I noticed Youkilis on third base last night!

In a shocking twist of events, yesterday afternoon my dad asked me to make him a Facebook profile. I’m not quite sure where he learned of the wonders of Facebook, but I obliged and in 15 minutes *abracadabra* my dad had his very first social networking profile.

Worst of all, I think he already has more friends than me. ‘Doh!