I have been in one hell of a bad mood today. I feel like the fucking She-Hulk. I don't know if it's PMS or lack of sleep or both. I slept terribly last night (it took me almost 2 hours to fall asleep, I woke up several times, and I did wake up feeling overheated and a little sweaty at one point), so it's more than likely a little of both. Everything and everyone was annoying the hell out of me today*.
*much more than normally
And then to aggravate me more, yesterday my parents decided to call to make reservations for vacation. And they picked August 29th to September 5th. Which would mean one of the days I would need off would be the last day of the month. Despite me telling them MULTIPLE times that I cannot have off the last 5 days of the month. And when I said something, my mother jumped down my throat. Yes, because I am the one who made the stupid rule! I never see them give my sister a hard time when she says oh she can't have a week. No, but everyone has to jump down my throat and expect me to fight with my boss to have off that day. That is really not fair.
Yesterday I had very faint spotting and after dinner today, I was bleeding some. Of course I did get on my bike when I came home from work, so I don't know if it's from that or if it's the actual start of my period. Emotionally and physically I feel like my period is coming on and usually around this time I can come home from work and get on my bike and not have any bleeding, as it seems to only occur in the first half of my cycle. But I don't know what the bleeding was from and I am all worried that it isn't actually my period and it's from riding my bike and not knowing when and if it's going to come is stressing me the hell out even more. I JUST WANT IT TO COME so maybe, just maybe, I can stop feeling like such a fucking crazy person!
On another note, "What About Love" by Heart just popped up on my iTunes playlist. Thanks to Family Guy, now every time I hear it, I want to sing "what about beans?".
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Random Thoughts
Got my hair cut today. Pretty sure I may have the same hairdo as Will Berman right now.
Commercial count - 10. Saw it twice last night and just a few minute ago during Food Factory. It's funny- last night I was looking for the words to that new Little Caesars commercial and I came across the website Commercials I Hate. Good site, if you hate most commercials like I do. Anyway, I was curious to see if the commercial was on there and surprisingly, it was. A lot of people complaining about the "political correctness" of it. I am not a big fan of being PC, but I do try to be to a certain degree. But I have to say, the political correctness these people are talking about totally went over my head. I see it somewhat now, but guess I am just not that PC observant.
I read the whole thread and was actually surprised to find out one of the people in the video is an actor. Not acting in the commercial itself, but as a normal job. I was even more shocked to find out said person is younger than me. Only like a year or so, but still.
Damn, I don't know what that "thing" I had the other day did to me, but I feel so miserable right now. All yesterday I was slightly nauseous and a little more nauseous at night. I went to eat a banana and after I opened it up, I couldn't bring myself to eat it. My Jell-O made me want to throw up. I woke up feeling incredibly bloated and nauseous. I am even more bloated and nauseous right now. I have no appetite and am turned off by a lot of foods. Haven't gone to the bathroom since Thursday. My lower left side is making an unbelievable racket and I have so much trapped gas and even 4 Gas-Ex pills haven't done anything (sorry). Oh, and I have the heartburn from hell.
I feel almost like I did that time in December 2012 when I was spotting during my period. I have actually been having some brown spotting the past several days so I don't know if that has anything to do with it or what. All I know is I want this to go away.
When someone is probably an undiagnosed hypochondriac, the worst thing is for the person to get sick. Especially if the person hasn't quite shed the fear of a specific disease and is experiencing things that are symptoms of said disease.
On Friday morning, I opened up my email in work and I had several emails, all office memos from my manager being nit-picky about this or that in the office. And the last one was to me, telling me to put in my PTO request for calling out on Thursday. Oh, and she knows I sounded upset on the phone when I called her, but next time I need to give a reason why I am calling out. First off, how often do I call out? I have worked for this damn company for a combined total of 2.5 years. I have called out unexpectedly ONE other time. And I gave a reason when I called! Two, she knows I sounded upset, so clearly I wasn't calling out for shits and giggles. Three, she could have simply just asked me. Or asked me the next day. Under normal circumstances I would have definitely have given a reason. It's not like I did it on purpose. But let's see, uh, I just passed out about 15 minutes prior to calling. I was very shook up and anxious and wasn't exactly clearheaded.
Ugh, I am not looking forward to this baby shower tomorrow.
Commercial count - 10. Saw it twice last night and just a few minute ago during Food Factory. It's funny- last night I was looking for the words to that new Little Caesars commercial and I came across the website Commercials I Hate. Good site, if you hate most commercials like I do. Anyway, I was curious to see if the commercial was on there and surprisingly, it was. A lot of people complaining about the "political correctness" of it. I am not a big fan of being PC, but I do try to be to a certain degree. But I have to say, the political correctness these people are talking about totally went over my head. I see it somewhat now, but guess I am just not that PC observant.
I read the whole thread and was actually surprised to find out one of the people in the video is an actor. Not acting in the commercial itself, but as a normal job. I was even more shocked to find out said person is younger than me. Only like a year or so, but still.
Damn, I don't know what that "thing" I had the other day did to me, but I feel so miserable right now. All yesterday I was slightly nauseous and a little more nauseous at night. I went to eat a banana and after I opened it up, I couldn't bring myself to eat it. My Jell-O made me want to throw up. I woke up feeling incredibly bloated and nauseous. I am even more bloated and nauseous right now. I have no appetite and am turned off by a lot of foods. Haven't gone to the bathroom since Thursday. My lower left side is making an unbelievable racket and I have so much trapped gas and even 4 Gas-Ex pills haven't done anything (sorry). Oh, and I have the heartburn from hell.
I feel almost like I did that time in December 2012 when I was spotting during my period. I have actually been having some brown spotting the past several days so I don't know if that has anything to do with it or what. All I know is I want this to go away.
When someone is probably an undiagnosed hypochondriac, the worst thing is for the person to get sick. Especially if the person hasn't quite shed the fear of a specific disease and is experiencing things that are symptoms of said disease.
On Friday morning, I opened up my email in work and I had several emails, all office memos from my manager being nit-picky about this or that in the office. And the last one was to me, telling me to put in my PTO request for calling out on Thursday. Oh, and she knows I sounded upset on the phone when I called her, but next time I need to give a reason why I am calling out. First off, how often do I call out? I have worked for this damn company for a combined total of 2.5 years. I have called out unexpectedly ONE other time. And I gave a reason when I called! Two, she knows I sounded upset, so clearly I wasn't calling out for shits and giggles. Three, she could have simply just asked me. Or asked me the next day. Under normal circumstances I would have definitely have given a reason. It's not like I did it on purpose. But let's see, uh, I just passed out about 15 minutes prior to calling. I was very shook up and anxious and wasn't exactly clearheaded.
Ugh, I am not looking forward to this baby shower tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
FML Part 6
I got into a pretty heated argument with my mother earlier. Once again over how I am sick and tired of her comparing my problems to hers. She claims she does not. She's a fucking liar. And three or four times she came after me and I grabbed her arms and held her back. I probably could have easily have knocked my mother out and while it was extremely tempting, of course I did not.
Many times when I get pissed off, the amount of anger that runs through me terrifies the hell out of me. Sometimes I want to laugh thinking how people assume I am this timid little chicken and how much I would surprise them if they pissed me off enough, even though it is not funny at all. I would never go after someone unprovoked, but if someone were to try to harm me or something, I am a little afraid of what kind of damage I could do.
I feel like my mother stopped short of telling me she despises me. My sister says she doesn't, and that she worries about me all of the time, but you wouldn't know it after the argument. After we stopped screaming at each other, I ended up having a panic attack and I think I seriously strained something in my neck. It hurts really bad. Of course, now I am worried it had nothing to do with that and that it is actually meningitis. Although honestly, right now, I would welcome meningitis to kill me. I would like nothing more than to go to bed and not wake up ever again.
My FWA was whining on Facebook that why is it called morning sickness when you have it all day wah wah wah. As if she never needed enough excuses to leave work early before; now she'll probably use her pregnancy as an excuse to leave early constantly. Listening to women who choose to get pregnant whine about their symptoms is like someone drinking a bottle of vodka and then whining because they are drunk. Or someone eating every single item at a six course meal and then whining because they are full. And then everyone started in with the comments about this old wives tale and that old wives tale and oh she'll make such a great mother and other vomit-inducing drivel. She still doesn't even have a properly functioning car! The thing breaks down half of the time she drives! Priorities! She doesn't have em! JFC, my period needs to come. ASAP.
8:20PM: Neck still hurts, I'm nauseous. My brain is taking advantage of that, and add in the multiple mosquito bites I received the other day....now I am worried I have West Nile fever. The meningitis fear is still lurking as well. I've been analyzing every spot on my body for petechiae or purpura. I've been constantly taking my temperature (no fever). Something needs to be done about this. I need to get that advance directive completed before I completely lose my mind. And I think I have reached the point that I do not need a clinician to tell me I have hypochondriasis.
Good god. I wish I had some vodka.
9:01PM: Finally resorted to taking a single Tylenol PM to maybe knock me out for a little bit, or at least calm me down.
10:15PM: Pill has done NOTHING. I feel like scratching my skin off.
Many times when I get pissed off, the amount of anger that runs through me terrifies the hell out of me. Sometimes I want to laugh thinking how people assume I am this timid little chicken and how much I would surprise them if they pissed me off enough, even though it is not funny at all. I would never go after someone unprovoked, but if someone were to try to harm me or something, I am a little afraid of what kind of damage I could do.
I feel like my mother stopped short of telling me she despises me. My sister says she doesn't, and that she worries about me all of the time, but you wouldn't know it after the argument. After we stopped screaming at each other, I ended up having a panic attack and I think I seriously strained something in my neck. It hurts really bad. Of course, now I am worried it had nothing to do with that and that it is actually meningitis. Although honestly, right now, I would welcome meningitis to kill me. I would like nothing more than to go to bed and not wake up ever again.
My FWA was whining on Facebook that why is it called morning sickness when you have it all day wah wah wah. As if she never needed enough excuses to leave work early before; now she'll probably use her pregnancy as an excuse to leave early constantly. Listening to women who choose to get pregnant whine about their symptoms is like someone drinking a bottle of vodka and then whining because they are drunk. Or someone eating every single item at a six course meal and then whining because they are full. And then everyone started in with the comments about this old wives tale and that old wives tale and oh she'll make such a great mother and other vomit-inducing drivel. She still doesn't even have a properly functioning car! The thing breaks down half of the time she drives! Priorities! She doesn't have em! JFC, my period needs to come. ASAP.
8:20PM: Neck still hurts, I'm nauseous. My brain is taking advantage of that, and add in the multiple mosquito bites I received the other day....now I am worried I have West Nile fever. The meningitis fear is still lurking as well. I've been analyzing every spot on my body for petechiae or purpura. I've been constantly taking my temperature (no fever). Something needs to be done about this. I need to get that advance directive completed before I completely lose my mind. And I think I have reached the point that I do not need a clinician to tell me I have hypochondriasis.
Good god. I wish I had some vodka.
9:01PM: Finally resorted to taking a single Tylenol PM to maybe knock me out for a little bit, or at least calm me down.
10:15PM: Pill has done NOTHING. I feel like scratching my skin off.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
GD Teeth
Right now, I am holding a huge grudge against my teeth. I am very angry with them! Aside from my massive consumption of soda through the years (I tried to minimize the impact by using a straw and I always tried to rinse my mouth out after drinking it), my sporadic bouts of purging, and teeth grinding, I take very good care of my teeth! And now it is multiple cavities, worn down front teeth, parts of my teeth are starting to become transparent due to enamel loss, one tooth hurts when I chew on it a certain way, etc. And I guess some other teeth were feeling jealous of said painful tooth, because now other teeth are starting to bother me. I want to cry. I want this taking care of ASAP, but I am worried what they are going to tell me I need done.
And apparently my dental office no longer does root canals. Which means I will be sent next door to be evaluated, which will cost me even more money. And I don't want another dentist to work on my teeth. I like the work my dentist does. And if I have to go to another dentist, I have to remember to say NO EPINEPHRINE in the Novocaine. Several years ago when I had a cavity filled, I had a bad reaction to epi and I have been scared to have it since then. I feel like just saying GET IT OUT OF MY MOUTH, but I'd rather keep all of my teeth for as long as possible. Not to mention I am more terrified of dry socket than any other dental procedure. And I am waiting....I am just waiting for my sole wisdom tooth to decide to say "hey bitch don't forget I am still with you, just sitting in your gums" and start bothering me as well. Sure! Why not?!
And then the most annoying part is now all I want to do is chew on that side.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
And apparently my dental office no longer does root canals. Which means I will be sent next door to be evaluated, which will cost me even more money. And I don't want another dentist to work on my teeth. I like the work my dentist does. And if I have to go to another dentist, I have to remember to say NO EPINEPHRINE in the Novocaine. Several years ago when I had a cavity filled, I had a bad reaction to epi and I have been scared to have it since then. I feel like just saying GET IT OUT OF MY MOUTH, but I'd rather keep all of my teeth for as long as possible. Not to mention I am more terrified of dry socket than any other dental procedure. And I am waiting....I am just waiting for my sole wisdom tooth to decide to say "hey bitch don't forget I am still with you, just sitting in your gums" and start bothering me as well. Sure! Why not?!
And then the most annoying part is now all I want to do is chew on that side.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
FML
I got a blue screen of death earlier. An unmountable boot volume error. I could not get anywhere into my computer, but finally I got into a screen where I could reinstall Windows. Of course, now I am finding out I might not have had to do that. I want to cry so bad.
ETA 2:01PM: I was up until 4:00AM installing most of what I needed on my computer, so needless to say, I am a little cranky. But now I cannot find the CD to install my printer. I have never wanted to punch something as much as I do right now.
ETA 2:01PM: I was up until 4:00AM installing most of what I needed on my computer, so needless to say, I am a little cranky. But now I cannot find the CD to install my printer. I have never wanted to punch something as much as I do right now.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Suck It Bad Weather!
WHICH IS IT???!!!
Then this:
Severe Storms to Hit the End of the of Week. TD by this Weekend?
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Random Thoughts
I haven't been feeling particularly depressed lately, but the same thing has been running through my head repeatedly over the past few days, like a broken record - can someone give me one good reason as to why I should not seriously consider ending it all?
It is really starting to disappoint me how my brother-in-law is acting towards my parents. Dude, you dated my sister for 5 fucking years before you married her. You chose to enter this family! It's not like you had no idea how they are! God forgive me for saying this, but yes, they can be annoying! Very fucking annoying. Especially my father. But they are my parents! I can see that my brother-in-law is going to behave very similar to my father. And that upsets me that my mother is going to have to deal with that kind of behavior. Watching her father treat her mother like shit growing up and still to this day, her husband treat her like shit, now her son-in-law is going to be a bastard, too. I know there is that whole karma thing that supposedly exists, but what in the hell did my mother ever do to deserve this treatment?
His behavior on Saturday when we were helping them move was unacceptable. I was not there for the worst of it, when he was pitching fits about things not being done the way he wants it done, but I did see some of his behavior and I was seriously about to scream "look buddy, we are busting our asses off to help you move! Show some fucking appreciation! If you don't like how we are doing things, we'll gladly pack up our shit, go home, and leave you to do everything!".
And already one year into the marriage he is calling the shots for everything, from activities to money issues. And that my sister is allowing it to happen when she has a career and her own money, and makes much more money than her husband, further proves my point that a person can be well-educated, but have no goddamn commonsense.
People always end up being such a disappointment. I know my expectations can be a little too high for people, but it just seems like there is an overabundance of assholes in the world. Back when I worked, all I heard from my WA was how I was a best friend to her and she never wanted anything to happen to me and blah blah blah. Do I ever hear from her? No. I have made a couple attempts to keep in touch with her and it's clear she can't be bothered. But then it will end up being my fault. Just like with every other goddamn "friend" I have had. The ending of the friendship always ends up being my fault. I don't call enough. Whatever. Well, not calling enough is a little better than never calling like they always did. And then it was always "the phone works both ways!". Yeah, well then why did they never make an effort to call? I was always expected to.
It's not like I miss any of the people I was previously friends with, but it still leaves me baffled as to why it was always my fault. All I ever heard over and over and over again from these people was what a wonderful person I was and how sweet I was and such a good friend.
And the only person who did keep in touch and seemingly wanted to actually have anything to do with me is six feet under the fucking ground.
Am I saying that it never was my fault? No. Clearly I am not good with any type of relationship. I never knew how to properly be a friend, mostly because I was riddled by too much by paranoia. I was always afraid to call people for fear that I was bothering them, or that they would be rude to me.I was always too paranoid to make plans, that the person was only agreeing to go along with me to be nice, but really did not want to do them. I was rarely ever comfortable around these people, never could be myself, because they were intimidating and I knew that they liked to talk about people behind their backs. So it made me constantly on edge wondering how much talking about me they did. It was difficult to make friends with these issues. And having had so many bad experiences with former friends, and having such low self-worth/self-esteem, it's pretty much impossible for me to make friends now. I don't even try anymore.
It is really starting to disappoint me how my brother-in-law is acting towards my parents. Dude, you dated my sister for 5 fucking years before you married her. You chose to enter this family! It's not like you had no idea how they are! God forgive me for saying this, but yes, they can be annoying! Very fucking annoying. Especially my father. But they are my parents! I can see that my brother-in-law is going to behave very similar to my father. And that upsets me that my mother is going to have to deal with that kind of behavior. Watching her father treat her mother like shit growing up and still to this day, her husband treat her like shit, now her son-in-law is going to be a bastard, too. I know there is that whole karma thing that supposedly exists, but what in the hell did my mother ever do to deserve this treatment?
His behavior on Saturday when we were helping them move was unacceptable. I was not there for the worst of it, when he was pitching fits about things not being done the way he wants it done, but I did see some of his behavior and I was seriously about to scream "look buddy, we are busting our asses off to help you move! Show some fucking appreciation! If you don't like how we are doing things, we'll gladly pack up our shit, go home, and leave you to do everything!".
And already one year into the marriage he is calling the shots for everything, from activities to money issues. And that my sister is allowing it to happen when she has a career and her own money, and makes much more money than her husband, further proves my point that a person can be well-educated, but have no goddamn commonsense.
People always end up being such a disappointment. I know my expectations can be a little too high for people, but it just seems like there is an overabundance of assholes in the world. Back when I worked, all I heard from my WA was how I was a best friend to her and she never wanted anything to happen to me and blah blah blah. Do I ever hear from her? No. I have made a couple attempts to keep in touch with her and it's clear she can't be bothered. But then it will end up being my fault. Just like with every other goddamn "friend" I have had. The ending of the friendship always ends up being my fault. I don't call enough. Whatever. Well, not calling enough is a little better than never calling like they always did. And then it was always "the phone works both ways!". Yeah, well then why did they never make an effort to call? I was always expected to.
It's not like I miss any of the people I was previously friends with, but it still leaves me baffled as to why it was always my fault. All I ever heard over and over and over again from these people was what a wonderful person I was and how sweet I was and such a good friend.
And the only person who did keep in touch and seemingly wanted to actually have anything to do with me is six feet under the fucking ground.
Am I saying that it never was my fault? No. Clearly I am not good with any type of relationship. I never knew how to properly be a friend, mostly because I was riddled by too much by paranoia. I was always afraid to call people for fear that I was bothering them, or that they would be rude to me.I was always too paranoid to make plans, that the person was only agreeing to go along with me to be nice, but really did not want to do them. I was rarely ever comfortable around these people, never could be myself, because they were intimidating and I knew that they liked to talk about people behind their backs. So it made me constantly on edge wondering how much talking about me they did. It was difficult to make friends with these issues. And having had so many bad experiences with former friends, and having such low self-worth/self-esteem, it's pretty much impossible for me to make friends now. I don't even try anymore.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
An Angry Letter To A Sick Fuck
Dear Sick Fuck Who Set This Poor Innocent Creature On Fire:
Are you proud of yourself? How much of a real badass did it make you feel to set a poor innocent creature on fire? I hope karma really does exist, because someone needs to pour accelerant all over you, set you on fire, and leave you to die. And I hope you die a slow and painful as hell death.
Rot in hell, you evil piece of scum.
Rest in peace, Chloe. No monsters can hurt you anymore.
Are you proud of yourself? How much of a real badass did it make you feel to set a poor innocent creature on fire? I hope karma really does exist, because someone needs to pour accelerant all over you, set you on fire, and leave you to die. And I hope you die a slow and painful as hell death.
Rot in hell, you evil piece of scum.
Rest in peace, Chloe. No monsters can hurt you anymore.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Random Thoughts
I have myself so stressed out over this unemployment meeting on Wednesday. It is ridiculous. I am upset about the whole job search worksheet. Out of the 6, 5 I can verify with emails that I applied to them. The 6th has no proof I applied to it. And now I am wondering if the application ever went through, because generally I receive a confirmation email. And I am sick to my stomach over it. And one of those 5, if I initially pull up the application list, it says I applied in the beginning of May. But I only created a general application in May. I never actually filled it out and submitted it until June 4th. So now I am really upset and have myself all stressed out that unemployment will call those two jobs and one will say that I never applied to it, even though I did but have no proof, and the other will say I applied in May, but I really didn't. I feel like throwing up.
I've said it before - if I never have to be unemployed again, I will be so happy.
My mother got mad at me earlier when we were watching the news and I started cursing a bunch of people who were striking. Well, I'm sorry I'm not feeling particularly sympathetic. These people not only have jobs, they have jobs with pensions and benefits. In this day and age, these people should be grateful they at least have jobs. Unless people are croaking on the job due to hazardous working conditions, then they need to STFU.
Evidently, the bad mood I was in on Sunday is still present. I am just going to assume that I can start to expect major crankiness to appear the beginning of every month. If you ask my mother and sister, I have PMDD. I tell them to both go to hell when they say that. I have a enough diag-nonsenses, and probably a few undiagnosed. I don't need any more.
I think someone needs to knock me out and put me in a coma for two weeks before it comes.
I read an article the other day about whether it is okay to cry at work or not. And I understand that it does not look professional. I admit I have done my fair share of crying on the job. Normally I keep it to myself, either by going into the bathroom or somewhere where no one can see me. But I have had my moments of breaking down in front of managers. And it got noted in my annual review last year at my job. And brought up in front of my manager's boss. To say I was mortified would be an understatement. I seriously wanted to drop dead right then and there. I hate when I can't control my emotions. But there are times where nothing I can do can control them, and I have kind of accepted that it is just me. It's still embarrassing as hell, though.
I've said it before - if I never have to be unemployed again, I will be so happy.
My mother got mad at me earlier when we were watching the news and I started cursing a bunch of people who were striking. Well, I'm sorry I'm not feeling particularly sympathetic. These people not only have jobs, they have jobs with pensions and benefits. In this day and age, these people should be grateful they at least have jobs. Unless people are croaking on the job due to hazardous working conditions, then they need to STFU.
Evidently, the bad mood I was in on Sunday is still present. I am just going to assume that I can start to expect major crankiness to appear the beginning of every month. If you ask my mother and sister, I have PMDD. I tell them to both go to hell when they say that. I have a enough diag-nonsenses, and probably a few undiagnosed. I don't need any more.
I think someone needs to knock me out and put me in a coma for two weeks before it comes.
I read an article the other day about whether it is okay to cry at work or not. And I understand that it does not look professional. I admit I have done my fair share of crying on the job. Normally I keep it to myself, either by going into the bathroom or somewhere where no one can see me. But I have had my moments of breaking down in front of managers. And it got noted in my annual review last year at my job. And brought up in front of my manager's boss. To say I was mortified would be an understatement. I seriously wanted to drop dead right then and there. I hate when I can't control my emotions. But there are times where nothing I can do can control them, and I have kind of accepted that it is just me. It's still embarrassing as hell, though.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Random Thoughts
I hope everyone's Memorial Day weekend is going well. Spending it with family. Unlike me.
Yesterday had the potential to be a really great day. Until my sister had to throw a hissy fit over the fact that I had on the top she wanted to wear because she was having a fat day and it was the only thing she was comfortable in, and I refused to change. I had it on first. And the princess couldn't get her way, so she threw a fit. I wasn't dealing with her attitude, so I walked out of her house. My mom came storming out a few minutes later (you know my sister was being ridiculous when even my mom was taking my side in this). Eventually she came out (probably after bad-mouthing us to all holy hell to her husband) and we went down the shore for the day.
Then some of the bullshit I had to listen to when we were on the boardwalk from her.....I don't think I have ever wanted to knock my sister on her ass as much as I want to right now. I have been so aggravated and I am still grinding my teeth, because I am itching to get into a massive fight with her. First she was telling me about a coworker who was in a wedding, and apparently the bridesmaids all put together and paid for the bride to have her hair and make-up done. My sister made some comment to her co-worker that oh that must have been nice (sarcastically), because her bridesmaid didn't do anything like that for her. She claims the dig wasn't at me, but rather at the other two, particularly the one who has been in a wedding before and had her own. You know what? I cannot find anything that says the bridesmaids have to do that.
She made some other snide comments about the wedding, but claims none of them were directed at me. But then she had to go and make some dig at me that she was worried I was going to be a bitch at the bachelorette party and the day of the wedding. Why any of this is coming up over a year later, I don't even understand. Especially since she got into a fight with one of the bridesmaids (the drunk obnoxious one) and got upset when the bridesmaid threw something about the wedding back in her face.
While we are speaking of the wedding, that reminds me of how she behaved at her bridal shower. She was pissed because she was sick and feeling really lousy. And then did nothing but bitch about how the shower was run. Right. Because we knew when we booked the shower back in the early fall that she was going to get sick that particular weekend in Ferbruary.
But the one that pissed me off the most- especially because I really wanted to lay into her about it, but I couldn't start a fight in the middle of the boardwalk- was when she was complaining about my grandparents not giving her a first anniversary card. Which yeah, I agree is really out of the ordinary for them. But then she says that she really hopes they are planning on giving her money towards her new house, because after all her grandmother-in-law is giving them money. I was stunned. I wanted to turn to her and say, "EXCUSE ME? You expect our grandparents who live in a very fixed income to just give you money?! Who the fuck do you think you are?! "
Apparently I am just itching to get into a fight with anyone today, because I almost started one with my mother earlier over not inviting my grandparents over. But my sister is more the one I want to go after than anything. My sister has always had the princess mentality, but boy is she getting worse. I just cannot believe the gall of her to expect our grandparents to give her money. Her grandmother-in-law has money. My grandparents do not. And I am so angry at her (and even madder that I could not start a fight with her) that if she comes over and says one wrong thing, I am going to absolutely blow. I am not in the mood for her (or anyone's, really) shit today.
You know it's bad when I broke down crying in the bathroom earlier because I wish I had medical so I could go to the hospital. I am not particularly thinking of harming myself (just the general I wish I could kill myself, but I have no plan) but I need to get away for at least a week.
Yesterday had the potential to be a really great day. Until my sister had to throw a hissy fit over the fact that I had on the top she wanted to wear because she was having a fat day and it was the only thing she was comfortable in, and I refused to change. I had it on first. And the princess couldn't get her way, so she threw a fit. I wasn't dealing with her attitude, so I walked out of her house. My mom came storming out a few minutes later (you know my sister was being ridiculous when even my mom was taking my side in this). Eventually she came out (probably after bad-mouthing us to all holy hell to her husband) and we went down the shore for the day.
Then some of the bullshit I had to listen to when we were on the boardwalk from her.....I don't think I have ever wanted to knock my sister on her ass as much as I want to right now. I have been so aggravated and I am still grinding my teeth, because I am itching to get into a massive fight with her. First she was telling me about a coworker who was in a wedding, and apparently the bridesmaids all put together and paid for the bride to have her hair and make-up done. My sister made some comment to her co-worker that oh that must have been nice (sarcastically), because her bridesmaid didn't do anything like that for her. She claims the dig wasn't at me, but rather at the other two, particularly the one who has been in a wedding before and had her own. You know what? I cannot find anything that says the bridesmaids have to do that.
She made some other snide comments about the wedding, but claims none of them were directed at me. But then she had to go and make some dig at me that she was worried I was going to be a bitch at the bachelorette party and the day of the wedding. Why any of this is coming up over a year later, I don't even understand. Especially since she got into a fight with one of the bridesmaids (the drunk obnoxious one) and got upset when the bridesmaid threw something about the wedding back in her face.
While we are speaking of the wedding, that reminds me of how she behaved at her bridal shower. She was pissed because she was sick and feeling really lousy. And then did nothing but bitch about how the shower was run. Right. Because we knew when we booked the shower back in the early fall that she was going to get sick that particular weekend in Ferbruary.
But the one that pissed me off the most- especially because I really wanted to lay into her about it, but I couldn't start a fight in the middle of the boardwalk- was when she was complaining about my grandparents not giving her a first anniversary card. Which yeah, I agree is really out of the ordinary for them. But then she says that she really hopes they are planning on giving her money towards her new house, because after all her grandmother-in-law is giving them money. I was stunned. I wanted to turn to her and say, "EXCUSE ME? You expect our grandparents who live in a very fixed income to just give you money?! Who the fuck do you think you are?! "
Apparently I am just itching to get into a fight with anyone today, because I almost started one with my mother earlier over not inviting my grandparents over. But my sister is more the one I want to go after than anything. My sister has always had the princess mentality, but boy is she getting worse. I just cannot believe the gall of her to expect our grandparents to give her money. Her grandmother-in-law has money. My grandparents do not. And I am so angry at her (and even madder that I could not start a fight with her) that if she comes over and says one wrong thing, I am going to absolutely blow. I am not in the mood for her (or anyone's, really) shit today.
You know it's bad when I broke down crying in the bathroom earlier because I wish I had medical so I could go to the hospital. I am not particularly thinking of harming myself (just the general I wish I could kill myself, but I have no plan) but I need to get away for at least a week.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Random Thoughts
Boy, am I cranky as anything. I don't even know why. I actually woke up in a good mood and have been relatively pleasant all day. And then suddenly, something crawled up my ass. Kind of like that bug that was up Icky Vicki's ass in The Fairly Oddparents.
Man, that was a great show. Before Poof came along, that is.
Actually, I think I got cranky after my sister asked my mother if anyone else was being invited to our itty bitty cookout on Sunday and she said no. Meaning she is not even going to bother inviting my grandparents and aunt. She just lets my father win all the time. And I know, I just know, if anything happens to my grandparents, my mother is going to whine that she is sorry she never said the hell with my father and just invited them. It makes me so damn angry.
It was bad enough that I was never allowed to go anywhere with them when I was little. My father forbidded us to go with them down the shore, or stay over their house, or whatever. And if that didn't make things shitty enough, he told my mother that if anything ever happened to us, he would hold her accountable. This from the same man that didn't even care if he had kids. Who said when my mother found out that she was pregnant with me that he doesn't know if he could love another child as much as my sister. When my mother told me the story about my father saying he would never let her live it down if anything happened to us- in addition to the story that if my mother ever tried to leave him, he would tell a judge that she was an unfit mother- I wanted to punch my father repeatedly in the face. How dare he even THINK of trying to use my sister and me against my mother. And how dare he try to say my mother was an unfit parent.
And then there was a time period where I was finally starting to get to see them more. Up until last year, for some unknown reason. And now it's the same shit all over again. My grandparents are in their 80's. I don't know how much more time I have with them.
And I wonder why I have so many fucking issues?
I-476 reopened late Friday after truck fire | 6abc.com
Frozen french fries? Did they cook in that fire? Why do tractor trailers carrying the funniest things always crash? I heard about a tractor trailer accident a few months ago and obviously the accident itself wasn't funny, but when the news revealed what the cargo was, I think I laughed for about 15 minutes. I can't remember what it was, though. Dammit.
Speaking of tractor trailers, I almost witnessed someone get rear-ended by one on Thursday. Luckily, the truck driver was able to stop in time, although he was smoking all over the place from slamming the brakes so hard. My heart was in my throat, especially since the truck driver swerved into our lane and we were just getting over into the right hand lane. I swear, if I had seen someone get nailed by a tractor trailer, I would never get in a car again.
7-Eleven Opens Thousands Of New Stores, Aims For World Domination
Alright! Who doesn't want world domination?! I like 7-11. You should see the big ass diet Coke I can get for about $1.60. The Double Gulp, I think it's called. It's about 54 oz. I also live in the land of Wawa, which is also awesome, but I can get a bigger soda at 7-11 for a cheaper price.
Man, that was a great show. Before Poof came along, that is.
Actually, I think I got cranky after my sister asked my mother if anyone else was being invited to our itty bitty cookout on Sunday and she said no. Meaning she is not even going to bother inviting my grandparents and aunt. She just lets my father win all the time. And I know, I just know, if anything happens to my grandparents, my mother is going to whine that she is sorry she never said the hell with my father and just invited them. It makes me so damn angry.
It was bad enough that I was never allowed to go anywhere with them when I was little. My father forbidded us to go with them down the shore, or stay over their house, or whatever. And if that didn't make things shitty enough, he told my mother that if anything ever happened to us, he would hold her accountable. This from the same man that didn't even care if he had kids. Who said when my mother found out that she was pregnant with me that he doesn't know if he could love another child as much as my sister. When my mother told me the story about my father saying he would never let her live it down if anything happened to us- in addition to the story that if my mother ever tried to leave him, he would tell a judge that she was an unfit mother- I wanted to punch my father repeatedly in the face. How dare he even THINK of trying to use my sister and me against my mother. And how dare he try to say my mother was an unfit parent.
And then there was a time period where I was finally starting to get to see them more. Up until last year, for some unknown reason. And now it's the same shit all over again. My grandparents are in their 80's. I don't know how much more time I have with them.
And I wonder why I have so many fucking issues?
I-476 reopened late Friday after truck fire | 6abc.com
Frozen french fries? Did they cook in that fire? Why do tractor trailers carrying the funniest things always crash? I heard about a tractor trailer accident a few months ago and obviously the accident itself wasn't funny, but when the news revealed what the cargo was, I think I laughed for about 15 minutes. I can't remember what it was, though. Dammit.
Speaking of tractor trailers, I almost witnessed someone get rear-ended by one on Thursday. Luckily, the truck driver was able to stop in time, although he was smoking all over the place from slamming the brakes so hard. My heart was in my throat, especially since the truck driver swerved into our lane and we were just getting over into the right hand lane. I swear, if I had seen someone get nailed by a tractor trailer, I would never get in a car again.
7-Eleven Opens Thousands Of New Stores, Aims For World Domination
Alright! Who doesn't want world domination?! I like 7-11. You should see the big ass diet Coke I can get for about $1.60. The Double Gulp, I think it's called. It's about 54 oz. I also live in the land of Wawa, which is also awesome, but I can get a bigger soda at 7-11 for a cheaper price.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU
Well, I can really forget about finding out what is wrong with me anytime soon. I received a package today from my former employer and my COBRA plan is changing. And the premium is jumping more than $200 a month.
I give up. I really do. I don't even know why I am so worried about getting sick enough to the point of dropping dead because honestly, right now? I'd fucking welcome it.
I give up. I really do. I don't even know why I am so worried about getting sick enough to the point of dropping dead because honestly, right now? I'd fucking welcome it.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Random Thoughts
Man, this has been one aggravating ass week.
Well, so far nothing has been said to me about how I called out on Monday. Apparently, everybody called out except my boss and this poor coworker who my boss made come in. Still kinda mad about having to use PTO time, though. We were under a state of emergency, after all.
Tuesday was just all kinds of annoying. I received an email from a coworker that just pissed me off. I think the whole thing that pissed me off about the email was the fact that she and I are pretty cool. Why couldn't she just come back and talk to me instead of emailing me and my boss? BUT....then someone said to me today that maybe my boss made her send the email and you know what? I would not be surprised if that was the case. I am trying to figure out how I can pry the answer out of my coworker without having to come out and ask it directly.
I stopped at the market today on the way home from work because I had a coupon from Coke for a free 12 pack that expires tomorrow and as usual, the cashier couldn't get it to work properly, so she calls over another worker, who takes it and is looking at it intently and then actually holding it up to the light like you would with a dollar bill to see if it is counterfeit. Then he asks me where I got it from and I say "uh, Coke". Then he gets on the phone to talk to someone and he is going on and on about it not scanning and how people have actually tried to copy the coupons and reading off numbers and then he gets off the phone and says that he is going to give it to me and by that point, I was beyond fucking mortified and pissed. The cashier apologizes to me for the wait and I just snapped "I don't appreciate being accused of fraud!" and she starts apologizing to me that they were not accusing me of fraud, but that in the past they have gotten people trying to pass off copies of the coupons as the real thing and that was why it was not working properly when she tried to have it scanned. I feel bad now for snapping out on the cashier, but I was just so damn stressed from work and then to have to stand in a store and basically be looked at as suspicious in front of other people just threw me over the edge. I am not a deceitful person like that.
And bitches please- it was pretty damn obvious that the coupon was not a copy.
Well, so far nothing has been said to me about how I called out on Monday. Apparently, everybody called out except my boss and this poor coworker who my boss made come in. Still kinda mad about having to use PTO time, though. We were under a state of emergency, after all.
Tuesday was just all kinds of annoying. I received an email from a coworker that just pissed me off. I think the whole thing that pissed me off about the email was the fact that she and I are pretty cool. Why couldn't she just come back and talk to me instead of emailing me and my boss? BUT....then someone said to me today that maybe my boss made her send the email and you know what? I would not be surprised if that was the case. I am trying to figure out how I can pry the answer out of my coworker without having to come out and ask it directly.
I stopped at the market today on the way home from work because I had a coupon from Coke for a free 12 pack that expires tomorrow and as usual, the cashier couldn't get it to work properly, so she calls over another worker, who takes it and is looking at it intently and then actually holding it up to the light like you would with a dollar bill to see if it is counterfeit. Then he asks me where I got it from and I say "uh, Coke". Then he gets on the phone to talk to someone and he is going on and on about it not scanning and how people have actually tried to copy the coupons and reading off numbers and then he gets off the phone and says that he is going to give it to me and by that point, I was beyond fucking mortified and pissed. The cashier apologizes to me for the wait and I just snapped "I don't appreciate being accused of fraud!" and she starts apologizing to me that they were not accusing me of fraud, but that in the past they have gotten people trying to pass off copies of the coupons as the real thing and that was why it was not working properly when she tried to have it scanned. I feel bad now for snapping out on the cashier, but I was just so damn stressed from work and then to have to stand in a store and basically be looked at as suspicious in front of other people just threw me over the edge. I am not a deceitful person like that.
And bitches please- it was pretty damn obvious that the coupon was not a copy.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
An Angry Letter To Whoever
Dear Whoever:
Forgive me, for I am in an absolutely hideous mood. But I swear to God, if one more person asks me if or just assumes I am a nurse, I am going to go ballistic. Look, nurses are not the only people who wear scrubs, okay? Medical assistants, dental assistants, dental hygienists, surgical techs, rad techs, vet techs, various other techs, etc- they all wear scrubs! Have you not ever seen some of the ones dental staff wear? They are the best! They have cartoon teeth on them!
And let's not forget the people who actually were the first ones to ever wear scrubs- doctors! People act like nurses are the whole reason for scrubs. Well, guess what? They are not!
Sincerely,
S-cubed
Forgive me, for I am in an absolutely hideous mood. But I swear to God, if one more person asks me if or just assumes I am a nurse, I am going to go ballistic. Look, nurses are not the only people who wear scrubs, okay? Medical assistants, dental assistants, dental hygienists, surgical techs, rad techs, vet techs, various other techs, etc- they all wear scrubs! Have you not ever seen some of the ones dental staff wear? They are the best! They have cartoon teeth on them!
And let's not forget the people who actually were the first ones to ever wear scrubs- doctors! People act like nurses are the whole reason for scrubs. Well, guess what? They are not!
Sincerely,
S-cubed
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Random Thoughts
Okay, so my status has finally been changed and the PTO and paid holidays I previously missed out on are going to be returned to me. So what is the problem? My status is not full time. It is now PT 25. I am still fucking considered part time! I work 40 hours a week! Not 25! 40! It wouldn't be such a goddamn big deal if PTO wasn't accrued differently depending on your pay group!
What else is wrong? Still nothing on insurance. If I do not get that paperwork by the end of the month, then that means I have to wait until September (hm, just about the same time everyone has to start paying for their insurance!). It will also be about the time I say adios diablos!
I burst into tears after my boss left the room after telling me I was getting retroactive. I want out of there so bad. I like working, actually. It is nice to get up and have some place to go and have money to SAVE, but the job itself is what I hate. I can't stand the people, all of the backstabbing, how no one's problems can be worse than my boss's, and I especially can't stand my actual job. I am so fucking bored! And any other job in the office is just as, if not more, boring!
I am going to discuss music to get my mind off of work. I love music. It sounds generic, but it really can bring out a lot of emotions. It can make me excited, it can make me cry, it can make me horny, it can invoke memories. Music is incredible.
I have mentioned several times that "What A Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong makes me cry. ALWAYS. I could be the happiest person on earth and as soon as I hear that song, I cry. And then I am okay after it is over. Many, many songs make me cry. Three words- the "Anthem" chorus. "Pachelbel's Canon" makes me cry also. I don't dream much about getting married, since I don't plan on ever doing so, but I think if I did, I would have it played at my wedding. And I guarantee it will make me sob. It is a beautiful song. I have a copy of the Tran-Siberian Orchestra version- "Christmas Canon"- and every time I listen to it, I get filled up.
With Christmas music, I love the generals- "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole, etc. And I freaking love Johnny Mathis' Christmas music. Many of his Christmas songs make me cry. "I'll Be Home For Christmas", especially the version by Mathis, always makes me cry because my mom always tells me the story about her brother (he was killed in Vietnam) writing that in one of his letters. I love Mathis' version of "What Child Is This?", one of the most incredible Christmas songs. And then there is the mother of emotion-evoking Christmas songs- "O Holy Night". Not a big fan of Celine Dion, although I do believe she is in undeniably talented, but her's and Josh Groban's are the most incredible versions. That song leaves me speechless and breathless.
And on the negative side- just when I thought there was no music genre more annoying- after Disney pop music, of course- than today's rap, I discovered something even more annoying- Spanish rap.
What else is wrong? Still nothing on insurance. If I do not get that paperwork by the end of the month, then that means I have to wait until September (hm, just about the same time everyone has to start paying for their insurance!). It will also be about the time I say adios diablos!
I burst into tears after my boss left the room after telling me I was getting retroactive. I want out of there so bad. I like working, actually. It is nice to get up and have some place to go and have money to SAVE, but the job itself is what I hate. I can't stand the people, all of the backstabbing, how no one's problems can be worse than my boss's, and I especially can't stand my actual job. I am so fucking bored! And any other job in the office is just as, if not more, boring!
I am going to discuss music to get my mind off of work. I love music. It sounds generic, but it really can bring out a lot of emotions. It can make me excited, it can make me cry, it can make me horny, it can invoke memories. Music is incredible.
I have mentioned several times that "What A Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong makes me cry. ALWAYS. I could be the happiest person on earth and as soon as I hear that song, I cry. And then I am okay after it is over. Many, many songs make me cry. Three words- the "Anthem" chorus. "Pachelbel's Canon" makes me cry also. I don't dream much about getting married, since I don't plan on ever doing so, but I think if I did, I would have it played at my wedding. And I guarantee it will make me sob. It is a beautiful song. I have a copy of the Tran-Siberian Orchestra version- "Christmas Canon"- and every time I listen to it, I get filled up.
With Christmas music, I love the generals- "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole, etc. And I freaking love Johnny Mathis' Christmas music. Many of his Christmas songs make me cry. "I'll Be Home For Christmas", especially the version by Mathis, always makes me cry because my mom always tells me the story about her brother (he was killed in Vietnam) writing that in one of his letters. I love Mathis' version of "What Child Is This?", one of the most incredible Christmas songs. And then there is the mother of emotion-evoking Christmas songs- "O Holy Night". Not a big fan of Celine Dion, although I do believe she is in undeniably talented, but her's and Josh Groban's are the most incredible versions. That song leaves me speechless and breathless.
And on the negative side- just when I thought there was no music genre more annoying- after Disney pop music, of course- than today's rap, I discovered something even more annoying- Spanish rap.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
An Angry Letter To Sprint
Dear Sprint:
Ben Franklin supposedly said once upon a time that the only things in life that is certain are death and taxes. Well, I would like to add that in my life, the only things certain are taxes, death, hard drive failures, and that I will never EVER sign up for a Sprint cellphone account.
I wake up to a pleasant surprise in late July of a three phone account bill in my name. After dealing with an incompetent customer service rep for about 5 minutes (I told the girl a hundred gazillion times that I did not open the account and yet she still insisted on asking me the answer to the security question until finally I had to scream "I DID NOT OPEN THIS ACCOUNT; THEREFORE I DO NOT KNOW THE FRIGGIN ANSWER" for it to sink in), I am finally transfered to someone else, who informs me that my SS# was not used in the opening of this account. Excuse me? Are cellphone companies NOT supposed to run credit checks when they open accounts? Last time I checked they are! If the incompetent morons at your company ran a credit check against the social security number, the account would probably have never have been open! But no. They didn't do that. So instead I receive the bill for an account I didn't open. And my sister, too. Explain that one, folks- how 2 sisters that live at 2 different addresses can both receive identical cellphone plans on the same day opened in our names, but not by us.
Now, the fraud department promised me a settlement letter after the investigation was done and the account was closed. Well, the account was closed not long after and I have yet to still see the fucking settlement letter, despite repeated calls to your incompetent company demanding it.
So I did what I did the last time repeated calls to a company resulted in getting nowhere- I filed a complaint with the BBB. A few days later, I receive an email from someone claiming to work at Sprint and I ignore it. How do I know it's legitimate? Emails with legitimate addresses does not automatically make them legitimate! I opened an email from Monster.com one time and ended up crashing my computer. Plus, if you just discovered you were a fraud victim, would you just respond to any old email? NO! I wouldn't! A week or so later, I receive another. Not long after, the BBB informs me that Sprint responded and apparently the emails were legitimate and they fingerpoint at me for not getting this settled. The emails asked me to clarify what I wanted. Because I apparently was not clear enough in my complaint of what I wanted.
WHAT THE FUCK is so hard to comprehend in saying that I want a fucking settlement letter that states the account that was opened in my name but not by me was closed and I am not liable for it?
Sincerely,
A Pissed Off Fraud Victim
Ben Franklin supposedly said once upon a time that the only things in life that is certain are death and taxes. Well, I would like to add that in my life, the only things certain are taxes, death, hard drive failures, and that I will never EVER sign up for a Sprint cellphone account.
I wake up to a pleasant surprise in late July of a three phone account bill in my name. After dealing with an incompetent customer service rep for about 5 minutes (I told the girl a hundred gazillion times that I did not open the account and yet she still insisted on asking me the answer to the security question until finally I had to scream "I DID NOT OPEN THIS ACCOUNT; THEREFORE I DO NOT KNOW THE FRIGGIN ANSWER" for it to sink in), I am finally transfered to someone else, who informs me that my SS# was not used in the opening of this account. Excuse me? Are cellphone companies NOT supposed to run credit checks when they open accounts? Last time I checked they are! If the incompetent morons at your company ran a credit check against the social security number, the account would probably have never have been open! But no. They didn't do that. So instead I receive the bill for an account I didn't open. And my sister, too. Explain that one, folks- how 2 sisters that live at 2 different addresses can both receive identical cellphone plans on the same day opened in our names, but not by us.
Now, the fraud department promised me a settlement letter after the investigation was done and the account was closed. Well, the account was closed not long after and I have yet to still see the fucking settlement letter, despite repeated calls to your incompetent company demanding it.
So I did what I did the last time repeated calls to a company resulted in getting nowhere- I filed a complaint with the BBB. A few days later, I receive an email from someone claiming to work at Sprint and I ignore it. How do I know it's legitimate? Emails with legitimate addresses does not automatically make them legitimate! I opened an email from Monster.com one time and ended up crashing my computer. Plus, if you just discovered you were a fraud victim, would you just respond to any old email? NO! I wouldn't! A week or so later, I receive another. Not long after, the BBB informs me that Sprint responded and apparently the emails were legitimate and they fingerpoint at me for not getting this settled. The emails asked me to clarify what I wanted. Because I apparently was not clear enough in my complaint of what I wanted.
WHAT THE FUCK is so hard to comprehend in saying that I want a fucking settlement letter that states the account that was opened in my name but not by me was closed and I am not liable for it?
Sincerely,
A Pissed Off Fraud Victim
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The WTF Of The Day
I just experienced something so infuriating, I had to interrupt the Spybot S&D scan I have running just to rant about it.
I have just wasted the past 24 hours reading Frenemies by Megan Crane and it is hands down, one of the worst chick lit books I have read. The copy I have is 289 pages. I got to page 250 and said the hell with this dumbass book. If it was not a library copy, I would burn it. A book has to be truly awful for me to actually stop reading it, especially with so few pages left.
Seriously? Amy Lee got pissed with them because they didn't notice that she wasn't drinking and could therefore be pregnant? And then suddenly, they're best girlfriends in the world again? WTF? Pregnant or not, I would have told that bitch to go to hell. The characters were irritating as hell. The only character I liked was Linus the dog. Henry was tolerable, also. I also liked that the book was set in Boston, the second one to do so in all of the chick lit books I have read. While I adore reading books set in New York, it gets a little tiring after so many times.
I have read plenty of chick lit books in the past, but why do I not remember there being so many where the main character suddenly has this epiphany and decides to become this whole new person? Yeah, like people change just like that. Whatever.
I have just wasted the past 24 hours reading Frenemies by Megan Crane and it is hands down, one of the worst chick lit books I have read. The copy I have is 289 pages. I got to page 250 and said the hell with this dumbass book. If it was not a library copy, I would burn it. A book has to be truly awful for me to actually stop reading it, especially with so few pages left.
Seriously? Amy Lee got pissed with them because they didn't notice that she wasn't drinking and could therefore be pregnant? And then suddenly, they're best girlfriends in the world again? WTF? Pregnant or not, I would have told that bitch to go to hell. The characters were irritating as hell. The only character I liked was Linus the dog. Henry was tolerable, also. I also liked that the book was set in Boston, the second one to do so in all of the chick lit books I have read. While I adore reading books set in New York, it gets a little tiring after so many times.
I have read plenty of chick lit books in the past, but why do I not remember there being so many where the main character suddenly has this epiphany and decides to become this whole new person? Yeah, like people change just like that. Whatever.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Random Thoughts
If you have not noticed by now, I have been exceptionally nasty lately.
I have also had little sleep today, I spent a few hours with my grandparents (who I love to death, but even the most patient person in the world will have frazzled nerves at the end of spending time with them), and I was drug to the mall on a weekend. My nerves are shot.
I blame it on the weather.
I visited a webpage today that I enjoyed reading in the past and despite how many times I have read it, I found an article today that I do not even remember ever reading, even though it was posted sometime before the last time I read it. And the article brought about a great deal of disappointment. And then anger. And it has progressed into an unrelenting ball of rage.
Yes, it sucks what you are going through. I do give you that. But I am getting sick of this shit from people. I am tired of being told to just fucking buck up. Okay, what the friend of the writer said was a bit poor in taste and I personally would never say it to another, but I have thought the same exact thing many, many, many times. And I am not going to apologize for it. If I say I want to die, despite having a semi-good life, that is my problem. If I want to be miserable and grouchy for no reason, I am going to be miserable and grouchy for no reason and if you don't like it, tough shit.
And especially, ESPECIALLY, do not DARE ever utter "there is always someone out there with things worse than you" because I will tear my hair out. God, I hate that saying with a passion. Do you think I don't know that? Of course I do! Do I care? No I do not! Yes, there are plenty of people out there with worse shit than me. There are also plenty of people out there with worse things than those people as well. Hey! Anyone who has ever lost a leg or an arm, stop pitying yourself! There are people out there who have lost both legs or both arms! Lost a loved one? Suck it up! There are people out there who have lost their entire family! Really now. Let me get this straight. Because someone out there has worse problems than me, I am expected to "buck up" and suffer in silence? I am not allowed to bitch and moan and cry if I want to? The hell with that. What, am I supposed to be grateful that someone out there has it worse than me? Did it ever occur to the morons in society that everyone handles things differently? What could be devastating to one is not to another? That that is the reason why two people can be sent to war, see the same things, come home, one goes on to live a long life and the other comes home and blows his brains out?
This is annoying as the people who get angry at those of us who want a particular thing. Why? What is the big deal if we want this? Is it our fault that society made such a stigma out of it? If these people could just have an inkling understanding of the mental torture we go through in life having to deal with this. It's harder than anyone can imagine.
I have a savings account with the bank I am going to be working for and yesterday, my federal income tax check came (woohoo, $74) and I was debating whether to deposit it in my SA or my checking account (which is another bank). Since the former gets interest, I decided to go with the SA. Then I looked over my CA and it took me several years to finally think, I have a high balance, why do I not transfer about $500 of it to my SA and let it build interest instead of sitting and not collecting anything? I feel pretty stupid that I never thought of that. But back to the story; I'll get there eventually. So I go to the bank and the teller is acting funny and calls someone over and they talk amongst themselves. Finally, the teller informs me my account was dormant (I opened it in 2005 and haven't made any deposits since than). Another 10 minutes is spent dilly-dallying and then finally the kid informs me my account is okay now and finishes the deposit. When I get to the car, I realize the account balance is not printed on the receipt.
When I get home, I decide to sign up for online banking, against my better judgement. That cannot be easy, either. I have to have an ATM card to sign up myself. SO finally I say the hell with it and call customer service and get my balance and the kid on the phone starts droning on about online banking and I told him about not having an ATM card and he offers to sign me up. I say what the hell and agree to it. So I create a user name and all that and he gives me a standard password and I fill in all the info and come to the change password screen and that gives me a problem and then finally goes through and brings me back to the log-in screen. I enter in user name and new password and it won't allow me to log in. He resets the password. This went on about 5 more times until finally he says he is going to get a higher-up to see what is going on. I am put on hold and forced to listen to some bizarre Muzak. A few minutes later he comes back on and informs me that my account is dormant. At this point I am ready to bang my head against the computer screen because all I wanted was my fucking balance and it turned into a 20 minute ordeal. I explain to him about the whole ordeal at the bank earlier and that my account was said to be no longer dormant. After apologizing to each other several times, we hang up.
Now what is the point of my story? The whole experience left a really huge knot in my stomach. In a few weeks, I am going to be doing this for a living. And I don't think all the training in the world is going to prepare me for this. Getting screamed at by the public is no longer my only fear about taking this job. I am not ready for this at all. I am scared to death.
I have also had little sleep today, I spent a few hours with my grandparents (who I love to death, but even the most patient person in the world will have frazzled nerves at the end of spending time with them), and I was drug to the mall on a weekend. My nerves are shot.
I blame it on the weather.
I visited a webpage today that I enjoyed reading in the past and despite how many times I have read it, I found an article today that I do not even remember ever reading, even though it was posted sometime before the last time I read it. And the article brought about a great deal of disappointment. And then anger. And it has progressed into an unrelenting ball of rage.
Yes, it sucks what you are going through. I do give you that. But I am getting sick of this shit from people. I am tired of being told to just fucking buck up. Okay, what the friend of the writer said was a bit poor in taste and I personally would never say it to another, but I have thought the same exact thing many, many, many times. And I am not going to apologize for it. If I say I want to die, despite having a semi-good life, that is my problem. If I want to be miserable and grouchy for no reason, I am going to be miserable and grouchy for no reason and if you don't like it, tough shit.
And especially, ESPECIALLY, do not DARE ever utter "there is always someone out there with things worse than you" because I will tear my hair out. God, I hate that saying with a passion. Do you think I don't know that? Of course I do! Do I care? No I do not! Yes, there are plenty of people out there with worse shit than me. There are also plenty of people out there with worse things than those people as well. Hey! Anyone who has ever lost a leg or an arm, stop pitying yourself! There are people out there who have lost both legs or both arms! Lost a loved one? Suck it up! There are people out there who have lost their entire family! Really now. Let me get this straight. Because someone out there has worse problems than me, I am expected to "buck up" and suffer in silence? I am not allowed to bitch and moan and cry if I want to? The hell with that. What, am I supposed to be grateful that someone out there has it worse than me? Did it ever occur to the morons in society that everyone handles things differently? What could be devastating to one is not to another? That that is the reason why two people can be sent to war, see the same things, come home, one goes on to live a long life and the other comes home and blows his brains out?
This is annoying as the people who get angry at those of us who want a particular thing. Why? What is the big deal if we want this? Is it our fault that society made such a stigma out of it? If these people could just have an inkling understanding of the mental torture we go through in life having to deal with this. It's harder than anyone can imagine.
I have a savings account with the bank I am going to be working for and yesterday, my federal income tax check came (woohoo, $74) and I was debating whether to deposit it in my SA or my checking account (which is another bank). Since the former gets interest, I decided to go with the SA. Then I looked over my CA and it took me several years to finally think, I have a high balance, why do I not transfer about $500 of it to my SA and let it build interest instead of sitting and not collecting anything? I feel pretty stupid that I never thought of that. But back to the story; I'll get there eventually. So I go to the bank and the teller is acting funny and calls someone over and they talk amongst themselves. Finally, the teller informs me my account was dormant (I opened it in 2005 and haven't made any deposits since than). Another 10 minutes is spent dilly-dallying and then finally the kid informs me my account is okay now and finishes the deposit. When I get to the car, I realize the account balance is not printed on the receipt.
When I get home, I decide to sign up for online banking, against my better judgement. That cannot be easy, either. I have to have an ATM card to sign up myself. SO finally I say the hell with it and call customer service and get my balance and the kid on the phone starts droning on about online banking and I told him about not having an ATM card and he offers to sign me up. I say what the hell and agree to it. So I create a user name and all that and he gives me a standard password and I fill in all the info and come to the change password screen and that gives me a problem and then finally goes through and brings me back to the log-in screen. I enter in user name and new password and it won't allow me to log in. He resets the password. This went on about 5 more times until finally he says he is going to get a higher-up to see what is going on. I am put on hold and forced to listen to some bizarre Muzak. A few minutes later he comes back on and informs me that my account is dormant. At this point I am ready to bang my head against the computer screen because all I wanted was my fucking balance and it turned into a 20 minute ordeal. I explain to him about the whole ordeal at the bank earlier and that my account was said to be no longer dormant. After apologizing to each other several times, we hang up.
Now what is the point of my story? The whole experience left a really huge knot in my stomach. In a few weeks, I am going to be doing this for a living. And I don't think all the training in the world is going to prepare me for this. Getting screamed at by the public is no longer my only fear about taking this job. I am not ready for this at all. I am scared to death.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
An Angry Letter To Anyone Who Has Ever Lost A Wallet And I Found It
Dear Anyone Who Has Ever Lost A Wallet and I found it:
You folks really need to learn some fucking manners.
I may not come off as a nice person, but I am still semi-decent. Every single time I have found a wallet, the temptation to take the money out of it and return the wallet without the money has been overwhelming. Lord knows I need the money. But I didn't. I remembered my morals and returned the wallet without taking a single thing. And never once have I received even as much as a thank you. I get a yes, that is my wallet. And that is it.
Hey, I didn't have to return it. I could have been like the rest of the disgusting leeches in socity and taken your money and your credit cards and went on a shopping spree. But I have no desire to go to jail and if I lost my wallet, I would certainly appreciate it to the nth degree if one gave it back to me, especially with everything in tact. I am not looking for a reward, but I would appreciate two fucking simple little words- THANK YOU.
So from now on, if I see a wallet on the ground, do not expect me to pick it up and return it to you. I am going to leave it on the ground and walk away and pretend I did not see it.
Sincerely,
A Semi-Decent Citizen
You folks really need to learn some fucking manners.
I may not come off as a nice person, but I am still semi-decent. Every single time I have found a wallet, the temptation to take the money out of it and return the wallet without the money has been overwhelming. Lord knows I need the money. But I didn't. I remembered my morals and returned the wallet without taking a single thing. And never once have I received even as much as a thank you. I get a yes, that is my wallet. And that is it.
Hey, I didn't have to return it. I could have been like the rest of the disgusting leeches in socity and taken your money and your credit cards and went on a shopping spree. But I have no desire to go to jail and if I lost my wallet, I would certainly appreciate it to the nth degree if one gave it back to me, especially with everything in tact. I am not looking for a reward, but I would appreciate two fucking simple little words- THANK YOU.
So from now on, if I see a wallet on the ground, do not expect me to pick it up and return it to you. I am going to leave it on the ground and walk away and pretend I did not see it.
Sincerely,
A Semi-Decent Citizen
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