The Nemesis and I

I’m a pretty petty person sometimes.  This is a much less infrequent occurrence these days, but all the old grudges still need to be upheld.  Today we will be discussing why I move my car every two hours.  You see, I don’t like to ever do what I’m told… by anyone.  It doesn’t matter who tries to tell me what to do or what the reason, I will have to rebel and take it as far as I possibly can until someone admits that I’m the “winner” and victory is declared.

Currently I don’t park in my gated parking lot at work.  Why do you ask?  Well, because security told me I HAD to place a hideously “red” AE parking sticker on my *and I’m really proud of the color choice here* Daytona Blue Nissan 350Z.  I couldn’t bear to have that ugly red sticker on my car….TELLING EVERYONE WHERE I WORK.  So it didn’t just start with me parking outside, like every journey, it began with a single step.  Everyone else in my group got their sticker, but my name was on the list and they kept calling and emailing me to go upstairs and log my vehicle.  It was pushing my buttons…and I didn’t like it.

So I continued to park inside the gate and security guards are looking at me up and down and I can tell their boss has put the word out.  I inform them that I’m too busy to stop and continue to my office every day for a month, but eventually I was caught….by my nemesis.  Now my nemesis used to be cool with me, but now she took it personal that I felt I didn’t need to place that clashing red sticker on my baby girl Vanessa.  She made it her personal mission to get that sticker on my car.  It was a battle of wills of the most EPIC proportions.  *yeah DoL, I said epic…eat it*

Finally my nemesis had me banned from the parking lot.  My group got a huge laugh out of that.  Really, I did too as this meant I had many more opportunities to screw with my nemesis.  Every once in a while we clash over whether it was “my” car that she saw over at another site parked in a city garage without an AE sticker on it.  Of course it was.  I’ve managed to get around the security guards at other sites by figuring out a way to utilize a ski pass holder to attach the sticker to my windshield temporarily as they are unaware that I’m banned from placing Vanessa in our work parking garages.  Generally I could take my City jeep or truck, but I get more satisfaction by beating my nemesis.  It’s always the small victories that bring me the most pleasure.  LOL  So now I park my car in two hour parking across the street and have to move it every two hours or so.  It used to be a hassle, but now I like getting out of the office as I work in a basement.  Finally, one of these little grudges has an upside.

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