Douche bag of the year goes to....

So the dad pissed me off again today. His son got a bonk on the head at school. Has a litte bruise. Nothing major. He is a kid and it happens. I texted the mom telling her what happened. She called and asked if he was okay and if he was upset. I said he is fine. She was like well wont be the first nor the last time it will happen. Enter the dad! What!? Said Boy let me check it. There is a bump there, you need to watch where you are going. You could have brain damage and go to the hospital and have a needle in your head. I go its a bump he is fine. He comes up the stairs a bit later. Asks him a question. Boy goes on a rant, dad goes. You must have brain damage. Ugh took me everything I had in my being not to blow up at him. Only because he was talking about something else, before the dad asked a question. I need to hurry and find a job!
Second douche bag goes to Evan! I'm so sick of him already! Calls my dog a douche, because she is still nervous around people. He gave a her a treat and she runs off, so that makes her a douche! I swear he says one more thing about my dog, he won't like me after it.
I'm so tired of biting my tongue everyday! It's starting to hurt! I need to get out my job and I am trying like hell. One place did get my resume, just waiting to hear on an opening, I have to call the Red Cross next.
I swear the next people that rubs me the wrong way next will get it. I'm sick of peoples shit! I really am. If Evan doesn't like Jasmine then he shouldn't come around. If the dad doesn't trust me, he shouldn't of hired me. This is all bull shit. I can't wait to have my week off and just relax and get my face out in the world of phlebotomy!

So much for a happy post today! Effing effers need to back the eff up before they get it. I swear!