Here I am at work. My boss is on vacation. Actually, most of the people that work here are on vacation. I kinda like working without people milling about. It sure makes it a ton easier to get stuff accomplished, that's for sure. Also, my phone has been quiet all morning. It's almost lunch time. I've got no complaints ... about today.
Never fear! Just because I am happy today, doesn't mean that there's nothing wrong in the world. Let me just rattle off a few things that have pissed me off in the past week or so:
1) The jerk who was flashing his lights in my rear view mirror to get me to speed up ... in spite of the fact that someone was in front of me. When he finally passed me, he had a bumper sticker proclaiming that "Peace is the only way" ...
2) My mother insisting that I have a yeast allergy because .... (drum roll please) ... I had a sore throat and nasal congestion! Um, hello!!! It was a COLD!!!!
3) My mother thinking it's ridiculous that a coworker of hers is taking the month of January off because she is adopting a five year old child whose parents were both killed. I told her I thought it was a valid reason to take a month off, especially due to the fact that the kid is probably traumatized as it is. Her response? "It can't be fixed in a month, it'll take therapy for the rest of his life. What good is one month going to do?" I swear ...
4) My mother ... well, notice the pattern here?
My mother:
My mother is certifiable. I don't mean this in the funny way, I truly mean it. It drives me nuts!! I mean, she believed at one point that when she was pregnant with me there were twins. One was abducted by aliens ... and now I have a twin sister in space. Yeah.
She believes she is a prophet. A voice speaks to her in her head at night. It tells her what to do. She does it. It's only a matter of time before it tells her to do something illegal. I'm certain of it. There is no way for me to prove this to anyone so that I can have her committed. Yeah.
She believes you can activate dormant DNA just by wishing it. For example; since I've had ancestors with brown eyes, I can change the color of my eyes ... by sheer will power! Yeah.
She believes she is sane. Yeah.
She believes that I have every new allergy or disease that is discovered. Yeah.
She ... well, she's crazy.
People don't always believe me ... until they meet her. Then they know. Then, when at a party I say, "My mother ..." ears prick up and everyone wants to hear the latest. Yeah.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Blech
I am not certain of what, exactly, this post is going to be about. It may lead nowhere. I have insomnia, I've been up since 2:00 a.m. and the alarm will be going off in 25 minutes. That sucks ass. It especially sucks because I have a very important meeting at work this morning at 11 that I am not 100% prepared for ... I was planning on doing some major prep this morning when I get into work ... but now, I'm not going to be on my "A" game. Hopefully I can at least be on my "B" game!
It's December. I live in fucking Colorado, but I've yet to see a snow that's more than a dusting. It's especially bizarre because I live in the mountains. The super-duper high mountains have seen snow, or so I've heard ... but the shorter ones have not. This makes me cranky. If I have to endure never being home in the daylight hours because it's winter, then please at least let me see some snow. Of all the things to bitch about ... insomnia justifies everything!
I lost my cell phone over Thanksgiving weekend. I am ashamed to admit that I am one of those dumb asses who has stored all my phone numbers in there, and I don't have a hard copy anywhere. So, there are some people who I may never speak to again, because I don't have their numbers. Of course, I suppose they could call me ... but I know a couple just have my cell phone programmed in their work issued cells, and with the economy in the toilet, well if their jobs are lost ... there goes our contact. Whatever.
I think I boggled the shit out of my boss yesterday. He came into my office and sat down. He then blathered on about how the economy is in the toilet, and aren't I happy I have this job? I looked him straight in the eye and said, "A well paying job is a luxury, not a necessity. If I didn't have this job, I'd still be okay." The look on his face was complete confusion. It was obvious that he totally did not grasp the concept. I feel sorry for him. It was a true statement I made. It's kind of empowering to realize that. Ugh, there's that word ... "empowering"!
I hate that word because it's so overused these days. Especially by those who choose to play the constant victim in day to day life. I've known a few in my days ... victims, that is. The ones that especially irritate me are the ones who use the fact that something bad happened 30 years ago, so now they HAVE to be dysfunctional. When a certain amount of time passes after an experience, it becomes a CHOICE to be a victim. If kids teased you in elementary school for some thing that kids tease about ... when 30 plus years pass ... get the fuck over it!! Seriously.
Ooh, I hear the coffee maker. It just kicked on. Soon I will be full of caffeine. So, I will end this rant about ... well, everything. I hope I survive the day with my sanity in tact.
It's December. I live in fucking Colorado, but I've yet to see a snow that's more than a dusting. It's especially bizarre because I live in the mountains. The super-duper high mountains have seen snow, or so I've heard ... but the shorter ones have not. This makes me cranky. If I have to endure never being home in the daylight hours because it's winter, then please at least let me see some snow. Of all the things to bitch about ... insomnia justifies everything!
I lost my cell phone over Thanksgiving weekend. I am ashamed to admit that I am one of those dumb asses who has stored all my phone numbers in there, and I don't have a hard copy anywhere. So, there are some people who I may never speak to again, because I don't have their numbers. Of course, I suppose they could call me ... but I know a couple just have my cell phone programmed in their work issued cells, and with the economy in the toilet, well if their jobs are lost ... there goes our contact. Whatever.
I think I boggled the shit out of my boss yesterday. He came into my office and sat down. He then blathered on about how the economy is in the toilet, and aren't I happy I have this job? I looked him straight in the eye and said, "A well paying job is a luxury, not a necessity. If I didn't have this job, I'd still be okay." The look on his face was complete confusion. It was obvious that he totally did not grasp the concept. I feel sorry for him. It was a true statement I made. It's kind of empowering to realize that. Ugh, there's that word ... "empowering"!
I hate that word because it's so overused these days. Especially by those who choose to play the constant victim in day to day life. I've known a few in my days ... victims, that is. The ones that especially irritate me are the ones who use the fact that something bad happened 30 years ago, so now they HAVE to be dysfunctional. When a certain amount of time passes after an experience, it becomes a CHOICE to be a victim. If kids teased you in elementary school for some thing that kids tease about ... when 30 plus years pass ... get the fuck over it!! Seriously.
Ooh, I hear the coffee maker. It just kicked on. Soon I will be full of caffeine. So, I will end this rant about ... well, everything. I hope I survive the day with my sanity in tact.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
National Gluttony Day
Today is called "Thanksgiving", but in my experience, people aren't usually thankful for anything on this day. This is the day that most people who are able shovel as much food into their mouths as possible. This is yet one more day that people should be ashamed of themselves.
Once upon a time I worked in a grocery store. I remember the day before Thanksgiving was one of the busiest days of the year. I also remember people spending hundreds of dollars on the food for one meal. I think the record was one lady who spent $800. Can you believe that shit? People buying and preparing so much food and most of it ends up getting thrown out from going bad in the fridge at a later date.
Later today I will be going to my mother's home to celebrate this day. We don't eat the traditional turkey meal. Our tradition is to prepare food from different cultures. Two years ago we did Middle Eastern food, last year my step father insisted on a stupid turkey and it was a flop, this year we are preparing Indian food. We will have tika masala served over jasmine rice, saag paneer, and naan with mint chutney. For desert we will be having white pumpkin pudding with saffron.
This meal for four people would have cost less than $100. I must admit I felt smug about it. Then my mother started freaking out in the grocery store about the fact that she thought we didn't have enough food. She started going on and on about how we needed appetizers; that we needed to have food to graze on all day because that is what is traditional!! I practically screamed at her in the store, "That's an American custom mother!! Gluttony is not a tradition to be proud of!!"
Needless to say, this turned a lot of heads our way. People actually glared at me. Not at my mother for wanting to succumb to the stupid tradition. So, in a huff, I marched off and bought her some more food. Appetizers. Things to fill her up before meal time. Things to make her feel safe in a worthless, shameful tradition. Today I am truly thankful for being capable of having enough food to feed a family of four in another part of the world for more than a week, but I am ashamed that we will try to eat it all in one day. Sigh ...
Once upon a time I worked in a grocery store. I remember the day before Thanksgiving was one of the busiest days of the year. I also remember people spending hundreds of dollars on the food for one meal. I think the record was one lady who spent $800. Can you believe that shit? People buying and preparing so much food and most of it ends up getting thrown out from going bad in the fridge at a later date.
Later today I will be going to my mother's home to celebrate this day. We don't eat the traditional turkey meal. Our tradition is to prepare food from different cultures. Two years ago we did Middle Eastern food, last year my step father insisted on a stupid turkey and it was a flop, this year we are preparing Indian food. We will have tika masala served over jasmine rice, saag paneer, and naan with mint chutney. For desert we will be having white pumpkin pudding with saffron.
This meal for four people would have cost less than $100. I must admit I felt smug about it. Then my mother started freaking out in the grocery store about the fact that she thought we didn't have enough food. She started going on and on about how we needed appetizers; that we needed to have food to graze on all day because that is what is traditional!! I practically screamed at her in the store, "That's an American custom mother!! Gluttony is not a tradition to be proud of!!"
Needless to say, this turned a lot of heads our way. People actually glared at me. Not at my mother for wanting to succumb to the stupid tradition. So, in a huff, I marched off and bought her some more food. Appetizers. Things to fill her up before meal time. Things to make her feel safe in a worthless, shameful tradition. Today I am truly thankful for being capable of having enough food to feed a family of four in another part of the world for more than a week, but I am ashamed that we will try to eat it all in one day. Sigh ...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Park This, Bitch!
So, I get into my car the other day to head to work. It's still dark when I leave home these days, what with the stupid time change and all. I come home from work, once again in the dark. This goes on for a few days. Then, I decide I need to go out to lunch. You know, actually leave the office to go somewhere ... away. When I approach my car I notice a nice, huge-ass dent in the driver side door!!
Now, I'm not talking about a small door ding. Nope!! It's a big frickin' dent! This pisses me off for three reasons:
1) What the fuck is wrong with people that they don't leave a damn note when they fuck up your car? It's obvious their car also incurred some damage ... I'm sure they'll file a claim and say it happened when they weren't around. Either that or they don't have insurance.
2) When and where the hell did this happen?? My awake in the daylight hours are all spent in a damn building!! All my free time during the week occurs IN THE DARK!!!
3) Why am I so upset? It's just a damn car! It still works fine and I feel like a shallow bitch for giving a damn about having a dent in my door when some people don't even know where their next meal is coming from!! Meanwhile ... here I sit feeling upset about a stupid dent in my car door.
So, these are the thoughts that are monopolizing my time right now. Sigh ...
Now, I'm not talking about a small door ding. Nope!! It's a big frickin' dent! This pisses me off for three reasons:
1) What the fuck is wrong with people that they don't leave a damn note when they fuck up your car? It's obvious their car also incurred some damage ... I'm sure they'll file a claim and say it happened when they weren't around. Either that or they don't have insurance.
2) When and where the hell did this happen?? My awake in the daylight hours are all spent in a damn building!! All my free time during the week occurs IN THE DARK!!!
3) Why am I so upset? It's just a damn car! It still works fine and I feel like a shallow bitch for giving a damn about having a dent in my door when some people don't even know where their next meal is coming from!! Meanwhile ... here I sit feeling upset about a stupid dent in my car door.
So, these are the thoughts that are monopolizing my time right now. Sigh ...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Where The Hell Have I Been!?!?!
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I have been a bad, bad blogger. I don't have any real excuse. Don't get me wrong, I've got excuses ... just not any good ones. I would make promises that it'll never, ever happen again, but I did that last time, and then I went off and did this 12 week(ish) hiatus. So, let's just say that I've been on hiatus. Yeah, that's it!!
The time I stopped writing is right around the time I began my new job. You remember, my new "real" job. Let's just say that it's just as soul sucking as the one I had over a year ago ... you know, the one I left because it was draining my soul. The one that drove me to go off and get a job that paid less, but didn't demand I check my values at the door. That meant that money was tight around the ol' household. We made due for almost a year, then I realized I needed to make more money or we'd be flat assed broke. So, now we aren't so broke anymore ... but having one's soul sucked out on a daily basis is exhausting as hell. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the sensation.
So, my latest trend of things to whine about has been about how different from me the people at my "real" job are. I used to go to work every single day with people who were donning facades of happiness. Those who love to shit all over the "little people" of the world. Those who strive to make a lot of money so that they can buy lots of material things for no other reason than to be able to say, "Look at what I have!!" Yeah, I used to do it every single day, and I only thought I was different than they. Now, however, after having taken a year long break and working a low paying job with "real" people, I really am a different person.
EXAMPLE: I've been car pooling with someone at my new job and one afternoon, on the way to drop her off, I had to swing by my mother's place so I could drop something off. My mother lives in an older apartment building that is mostly senior citizens. It's not run down. There aren't drug dealers in the parking lot. It's just an older brick apartment building. When I pulled up to the place, my colleague asked, "Is it safe here?"
What!?!?! Just because she doesn't live in a brand-spanking-new condo does not mean that it's not safe. Just because it's very ... "urban" ... does not mean it's not safe. Just because it doesn't fit very well into some shallow assed mind's idea of how a senior citizen should be living, does not mean shit. It taks all types of people, living all types of life styles to make up this world in which we live!!
Okay, that's only one story of about a billion that have happened since I last wrote. I've got to run to take the dogs to a vet appointment, so I have to end this now. I just had to take a few minutes to stop neglecting my blog. I will try to be more attentive to it. That is something I can promise ... to try!
The time I stopped writing is right around the time I began my new job. You remember, my new "real" job. Let's just say that it's just as soul sucking as the one I had over a year ago ... you know, the one I left because it was draining my soul. The one that drove me to go off and get a job that paid less, but didn't demand I check my values at the door. That meant that money was tight around the ol' household. We made due for almost a year, then I realized I needed to make more money or we'd be flat assed broke. So, now we aren't so broke anymore ... but having one's soul sucked out on a daily basis is exhausting as hell. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the sensation.
So, my latest trend of things to whine about has been about how different from me the people at my "real" job are. I used to go to work every single day with people who were donning facades of happiness. Those who love to shit all over the "little people" of the world. Those who strive to make a lot of money so that they can buy lots of material things for no other reason than to be able to say, "Look at what I have!!" Yeah, I used to do it every single day, and I only thought I was different than they. Now, however, after having taken a year long break and working a low paying job with "real" people, I really am a different person.
EXAMPLE: I've been car pooling with someone at my new job and one afternoon, on the way to drop her off, I had to swing by my mother's place so I could drop something off. My mother lives in an older apartment building that is mostly senior citizens. It's not run down. There aren't drug dealers in the parking lot. It's just an older brick apartment building. When I pulled up to the place, my colleague asked, "Is it safe here?"
What!?!?! Just because she doesn't live in a brand-spanking-new condo does not mean that it's not safe. Just because it's very ... "urban" ... does not mean it's not safe. Just because it doesn't fit very well into some shallow assed mind's idea of how a senior citizen should be living, does not mean shit. It taks all types of people, living all types of life styles to make up this world in which we live!!
Okay, that's only one story of about a billion that have happened since I last wrote. I've got to run to take the dogs to a vet appointment, so I have to end this now. I just had to take a few minutes to stop neglecting my blog. I will try to be more attentive to it. That is something I can promise ... to try!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
So Much Going On
Alas, I have been absent for quite a spell ... again. I think my life may be settling down again. Whew!! Yesterday my body slammed on the brakes for me by hitting me with a 102* temperature. That was my only symptom. That and the chills and aches that go along with a high fever. I slept all day, between lousy Lifetime Movie Network movies, and my fever broke last night. I survived!!!
Last Sunday was my friend's wedding. The one where I was the best man. It was boring, as weddings usually are (IMHO). I gave the toast and it went okay. I mean, people laughed when they were supposed to, and the glasses got clinked. Success!! Also there was the crazy guy who took both the bride and groom by the hand and told them to "get right with Jesus" to avoid the pits of hell. No shit.
I got a job on the weekends to earn some extra cash. So I'm waiting tables again. Ugh!! Not as easy on the old bod as it used to be in my 20's. I'm pulling in some nice cash that doesn't necessarily have to be budgeted. I love "free money" ... I can spend it and not even think about it. So now I can have my daily kombucha and not worry about the fact that they're $3 a pop. If you don't know what kombucha is, it's this fermented health drink/tea that tastes a bit like vinegar, but it's so good for you. And, well, I like the taste.
Also, I scored the job that I had applied for and got that grueling second interview. I start that job on Tuesday morning. I can hardly wait to be stressed out again!! But, hey, it's got a nice salary and benefits. Plus, we can't forget the company car! With the price of gas these days, it'll definitely help. So I now have two jobs, on for paying bills and planning for retirement ... one for mad money! Like I'll have time to spend money when I never have a day off!
I guess that's it, really. It just seemed like a whole lot more while it was going on. Hmmm ... oh well, such is perception. Oh, there was also my squeezing in watching most of the speeches on the DNC ... next week it the RNC. I will watch that one too, but it'll only piss me off, I'm sure. So, let's wait until that starts and I'll probably have a few rants.
Last Sunday was my friend's wedding. The one where I was the best man. It was boring, as weddings usually are (IMHO). I gave the toast and it went okay. I mean, people laughed when they were supposed to, and the glasses got clinked. Success!! Also there was the crazy guy who took both the bride and groom by the hand and told them to "get right with Jesus" to avoid the pits of hell. No shit.
I got a job on the weekends to earn some extra cash. So I'm waiting tables again. Ugh!! Not as easy on the old bod as it used to be in my 20's. I'm pulling in some nice cash that doesn't necessarily have to be budgeted. I love "free money" ... I can spend it and not even think about it. So now I can have my daily kombucha and not worry about the fact that they're $3 a pop. If you don't know what kombucha is, it's this fermented health drink/tea that tastes a bit like vinegar, but it's so good for you. And, well, I like the taste.
Also, I scored the job that I had applied for and got that grueling second interview. I start that job on Tuesday morning. I can hardly wait to be stressed out again!! But, hey, it's got a nice salary and benefits. Plus, we can't forget the company car! With the price of gas these days, it'll definitely help. So I now have two jobs, on for paying bills and planning for retirement ... one for mad money! Like I'll have time to spend money when I never have a day off!
I guess that's it, really. It just seemed like a whole lot more while it was going on. Hmmm ... oh well, such is perception. Oh, there was also my squeezing in watching most of the speeches on the DNC ... next week it the RNC. I will watch that one too, but it'll only piss me off, I'm sure. So, let's wait until that starts and I'll probably have a few rants.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Say What?
Okay, so I had a second interview today with the company that is very similar to the one I left a year ago due to my misery and stress level. Evidently I am a glutton for punishment, seeing as how I'm re pursuing that career path. The interview went very well, or so I believe. I mean, it lasted an hour and forty minutes. It was grueling as hell! I hated sitting there trying to sell myself to a company that, ultimately, will probably lead me to have excessive levels of stress ... again.
Anyway ... after my first interview, the woman gave me a web site to visit so that I could take a personality assessment test. She told me that, if I were to get a second interview, the questions would be based on my answers on the test. Okay, thank you, bye bye. I got a call yesterday requesting I go in for a second interview, which I did ... today.
The first question they asked me (based on my personality test, I presume) was, "do you consider yourself to be type A?" The second question (no kidding) was, "if someone were to move the stapler on your desk, would you notice?" What the hell type of questions are these?? My answers to the questions were "no" and "it depends" (with an explanation on what it depends). Either way, I still am wondering, "huh?"
I should know in about a week and a half if I got the job. In the meantime, I'm going to try to figure out what they wanted me to feel about my stapler. I hope I gave the right answer. Or do I?
Anyway ... after my first interview, the woman gave me a web site to visit so that I could take a personality assessment test. She told me that, if I were to get a second interview, the questions would be based on my answers on the test. Okay, thank you, bye bye. I got a call yesterday requesting I go in for a second interview, which I did ... today.
The first question they asked me (based on my personality test, I presume) was, "do you consider yourself to be type A?" The second question (no kidding) was, "if someone were to move the stapler on your desk, would you notice?" What the hell type of questions are these?? My answers to the questions were "no" and "it depends" (with an explanation on what it depends). Either way, I still am wondering, "huh?"
I should know in about a week and a half if I got the job. In the meantime, I'm going to try to figure out what they wanted me to feel about my stapler. I hope I gave the right answer. Or do I?
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