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Dear kitteh,
Well, it wasn’t a bad day per se but it was a day where I chose to be invisible to my co-workers and they obliged me by not noticing me at all. That’s nice. One of the guys in my office is studiously and (to my view) obviously avoiding me and I have no idea why. Like he thinks I’m spreading bad ju-ju or something, I dunno. Weird.
Found out Cousin O’Love and Auntie G are going to Italy in October. (Sobs into pillow) It was three years ago this week that C O’L and I were there to celebrate what would have been La’s 21st birthday. I loved Italy. LOVED IT. And will go back sometime in the relative near future. (Obvs not with COL and AG, though.) I think I need a vacation STAT! Somewhere warm with an adult beverage or eleventy, massages, books, coffee and cool sheets (and Sparkela and Cookie).
On the happy side, I managed 15 minutes on the stationery bike. Duty would be mad at me if I didn’t do it since he did his 15. We’re supposed to be helping each other do some exercise and I didn’t do any last night. (I suck.) Plus, he fixed me a nice dinner (not quite a “peechy-tini” but close enough for me.)
I could whine more but I’ll stop here. Next time, can I have extra -tini, pleeb?
kthxbai,
Snarks
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(insert random whining about job and soul-killing properties)
Today’s highlight was receiving a call from someone who couldn’t be bothered to write down the phone number of the person he was trying to contact because (get this) he was on a yacht in the middle of the sea and didn’t have something to write with. WTF? First off, do they not give you pointy implements on yachts these days? Second, if you own (or know someone who owns) a yacht, isn’t it possible you are wealthy enough to have an iPhone on which you can plunk the digits? And finally, is it necessary for you to tell me that you are on a yacht in the first damn place? I am so in the wrong field. Money and the status that comes with it don’t impress me one fucking iota.
Anyway, I am so petty that stuff like that annoys me. I often feel like I spend a lot of time at work being annoyed (or quite possibly, annoying others). I like to think I’m mostly fun to be around but once in a while I get really ranty and spout off. (I know, hard to believe, innit? heh) Since I’ve been taking one particular animal essence combination (called Supreme Confidence) I notice that I can feel anger but I don’t have the tears along with it. That’s new for me. Like many women, when I get angry, I cry. Earlier this week, there was an event that really just pissed me off and I was angry. I didn’t even feel tears or anything like I usually do. Just the anger. It abated, of course, but I observed that it wasn’t the same feeling of sadness combined with feeling helpless. I think I have been speaking up at home also because Duty told me last week that I was a bit ‘mouthy’ of late. (He meant it in a nice-ish way. I think.) And I realized that I had been taking some of that essence. Interesting, no?
Which reminds me – I still need to write about that weekend. And I will but probably ’round about the time I head to Charlottesville for Level 2 (in the fall). Very hard to put words to an energetic event like that.
Cheers to a less annoying Friday for all!
(apologies to Mr. Idol)
Among the many and sundry topics on which I can rant, I shall choose these for today’s selection:
1. Doctor’s visit – and yeah, weight is up (quite a bit) from last year and blood pressure too. YEY! This is truly sucktastic news. Even at my heaviest weight 13 years ago, I had picture perfect blood pressure. The doctor very sweetly reminded me that aging is a bitch. As I’ve whined here in these pages for about as long as I’ve been blogging, I have to get on track with this weight thing. One of the major reasons I got the gastric bypass back in the day was to avoid the family history of diabetes (father type 1 and mother type 2) and if I don’t get my shit together now, that could well be in my future. Fuckety.
2. I won’t be “dragging my ass for hope” this year as the knees have overruled that whole idea. I think I did a bit more than they could handle on the treadmill and they are not happy. I still might go down and wait for glimpses of a sweaty sekrit boyfriend, though. However, I did have an idea for a way I can contribute without busting a knee: I’m going to do a fundraiser with my intuitive readings in May with all proceeds going toward the Race for Hope foundation. More on that soon.
3. I blew my lead in the American Idol pool and am now in sixth place, tumbling from first because that damn TUrban got voted off. Fools. The teeny-boppers were supposed to keep him in there another week. Dammit. Now there’s no point in watching. (I will, though.)
Okay, that’s what I’ve got on my mind for now. But percolating just below the surface? Why there needs to be separation of Church and State, Idiots and other morons, cousins who post things on facebook that give me pause (and it’s not the CWHM because she didn’t friend me) and other weighty matters.
Friday Tee-Hee:
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This is getting to be a regular feature here on ye olde Snarkypants, innit? Let’s dive right in.
I say a huge WTF to all of the following:
* The entire political process. With the exception of maybe (and that’s a big maybe) ten congresscritters, I want to throw the lot of you out. Posturing fuckwits, all of you, Democrats and Republicans alike. You don’t give one shit about helping people. You care only about lining your own pockets with money from companies whose interests you protect. I couldn’t be more disgusted with all of you if I tried.
~ which leads me to this:
* Hypocrites – I don’t care if you made a sex tape of you strolling your skinny ass down the self serve aisle. I don’t even care if you want to sell it. Knock yourself out, Miss Prejean. But quit acting all pious and Jesus-y about it. You’re not a victim and you’re not being silenced for your views on “opposite marriage”. What you are is a huge fucking hypocrite and I’m pretty sure Jesus would have an issue with that.
~ moving on:
Dude at work who acts like he’s too kool for school: STOP IT. You do everything possible to stand apart from the rest of us. People want to like you but you make it really hard by being all aloof and shit. On top of that, if you fail your Series 63 test again, you’re toast. Hell, even *I* can pass that one without studying. And that’s saying something. Don’t make me root for toast. Unless there’s some jam on it. Then I am all for toast. Pass your test! Be nice to people! Participate! < — my final words to you.
~ and finally:
Person on MeFi who did this:
“I work at a school in New York City. Lately I’ve been under so much stress I have fantasized about quitting often. All of the teachers at my school are browbeaten about test scores and threatened with disciplinary action for missed deadlines and inadequate performance. Yesterday, I told my principal and the assistant principal that I had cancer as a child and it had come back. Yes. Yes I did.”
First off, I have to commend this person for even posting and owning it. On MeFi, yet. While compassion is occasionally found there, more often you’ll get someone laying it on the line to you in no uncertain terms. So, props for bravery. OTOH: That is some fucked up shit. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought the ghost of Roommate Greg came back and possessed them to make such a stupid decision.
As you can imagine, three readers, they pretty much tore this person a new one. I read about ten replies down before my “OH MY GOD” meter ‘ploded and I had to go listen to a bird sing or something.
Best answer was this:
Uh, wow. Okay. Your lie is going to get found out. Make no mistake about it. Best solution now: tell them that it was a false alarm, drop it, and then go talk to a counselor about how your stress got to the point where you said this. You’re probably very stressed out and it seems pretty clear that something about reality is making you want to live in another reality, one of your own creation. Take some time off and explore this.
Yowza. You know you got some issues when telling your employer that you have cancer seems to be your best option. I hope that person manages to figure his/her way out of that mess.
So, a big WTF to all of you on the list. Try to stay off it for next time, mmmkay?
BONUS: Enjoy! (and I hope this guy never has to sing this at the start of a hockey game because he will be thrashed within an inch of his life – play it and you’ll see why).
First off, it’s Friday and that alone makes things seem better.
Secondly, the sun is out. Hooray!
I had the day from hell yesterday at work. Most of the time there, things run from slowish to busy but every once in a while, all hell breaks loose and I feel pulled in a million ways. I’ve learned that last bit is one of my BIG triggers. It started the very moment I walked in the door there and didn’t stop until after 4pm. And perhaps it’s a trade-off for the days where I sit there with nothing to do. (Ah! Such a Libran – always seeking the balance.) But when those days hit, I want to scream and throw things.
I think I will put ALL the frigging candy out in one big ass bowl and let people fight among themselves. This shit about begging to look in the bag (again!) is annoying me. It’s not even that so much as their timing in begging is completely off. Can people just once look outside their own self? Damn.
I promise, this is the last time I whine about this candy situation. I’m annoying myself with it and surely you, too. There are lots bigger things in this world for concern – candy begging is such small potatoes. (balance, y’all!)
/rant for week – promise.
Thanks for listening. In the words of Margaret & Helen: “I mean it. Really”.
TEE HEE – this made me laugh right out loud all alone in my house
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Is it bad that during a bridal shower when they break out a game of “dress the bridesmaid in a wedding garment made of a roll of toilet paper”, all I can think is “Look at all that good and expensive toilet paper going to waste”? Next thing you know, I’ll be yelling for you kids to get off my lawn!
To wit:
I’m just saying.
Had a busy but nicely so weekend. Next week is the (not-so-bitty) Luke’s 2nd birthday. (Luke is Cousin O’Cool’s son, FYI) so I’ll be traveling again! And in two weeks beyond that, I’m heading to Denver (and Ft. Collins, CO) for C. O’Love’s son’s wedding. I’ve never been to beautiful Colorado so I’m excited to go. Plus, weddings, open bar, yada yada yada. heh
And a week (squee!) from tomorrow it’s time to stalk the Dave again – this time at the Delaware State Fair. They’ve been playing some 80′s covers (“I just died in your arms tonight” by Cutting Crew – anyone remember that? I do, of course!) so the show will be different once again from when we saw it in VA Beach and from Towson in April. I like that – he always changes things up a bit. In fact, I believe he commented recently that they’ve not done the same playlist in any show since they started touring in January. So, yeah. Last Dave show (for now *wink*).
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