Okay, I get peeved with people driving those oversized trucks and SUVs in town. What is the purpose? And it seems as though half the time, the person behind the wheel has absolutely no idea how to manuever something that large safely. "Well, I haul a lot of equipment", "I take it up in the mountains", etc. Fine. But would someone please explain to me the point of a LOWERED dually? WTF!? As near as I can tell, any justification for the huge ass vehicle was nullified as soon as you lowered it to six inches off the freaking ground. You sure aren't 4-wheeling in that thing. And, can you really safely haul anything like that?
So, honestly - what is the point?
So, honestly - what is the point?
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Okay, I know that I just made an entry about people being in too big of a hurry. Is it too much to ask for a little common sense and a modicum of courtesy? If you are buying coffee for every single person in the office, where would you go to do it? An actual store (perhaps even with a drive through), or the kiosk inside of a grocery store? Guess where one woman chose at 0700? Not only was she buying about eight drinks during the middle of the rush, she didn't even seem to have the slightest bit of organization about it. By the time the she finally got finished monopolizing the entire staff, the line was over to the bakery case.
Bitch.
Bitch.
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I feel like I have reverted back to my white trash roots with a vengence.
I was out running errands, and on the way back to the house I was driving by the local Dollar Tree. Now, I haven't been there lately so I decided to stop off and just take a look around to remind myself of what types of things they have. I may be a bit of a snob in some things, but when it comes to things like scrubbing sponges or plastic tumblers I fail to see how the ones in the other stores are actually better than the Dollar Trees.
So, I am wandering up and down the aisles, taking mental notes: "Hmm. Must remember that they have their summer bbq stuff in and snag some non-perishable condiments and seasonings. Oh, look. Maybe some potpourri and a couple of little glass bowls for around the house." You know, the usual things when you are just browsing.
That is until I got to the back wall of the store. Sometime in the 5-6 months since I have been there they have added a full length freezer/cooler. What what what?! Dollar Tree is selling milk! Ha ha ha! Who would buy their milk at the Dollar, wait, is that pizza rolls? Hey, cool. They have pizza rolls. And those utterly fake baked potato thingies that I secretly love. Oh, oh, and frozen dinners. And popsicles.
I swear, I could almost hear the hounds under the porch start howling as the rain pelted the trailer roof. I am so ashamed of myself. But not ashamed enough to avoid them the next time that I am making a run for snackies. So, neener neener.
I was out running errands, and on the way back to the house I was driving by the local Dollar Tree. Now, I haven't been there lately so I decided to stop off and just take a look around to remind myself of what types of things they have. I may be a bit of a snob in some things, but when it comes to things like scrubbing sponges or plastic tumblers I fail to see how the ones in the other stores are actually better than the Dollar Trees.
So, I am wandering up and down the aisles, taking mental notes: "Hmm. Must remember that they have their summer bbq stuff in and snag some non-perishable condiments and seasonings. Oh, look. Maybe some potpourri and a couple of little glass bowls for around the house." You know, the usual things when you are just browsing.
That is until I got to the back wall of the store. Sometime in the 5-6 months since I have been there they have added a full length freezer/cooler. What what what?! Dollar Tree is selling milk! Ha ha ha! Who would buy their milk at the Dollar, wait, is that pizza rolls? Hey, cool. They have pizza rolls. And those utterly fake baked potato thingies that I secretly love. Oh, oh, and frozen dinners. And popsicles.
I swear, I could almost hear the hounds under the porch start howling as the rain pelted the trailer roof. I am so ashamed of myself. But not ashamed enough to avoid them the next time that I am making a run for snackies. So, neener neener.
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What the hells is everyone's hurry? There is no reason for you to be whipping in and out of lanes on a crowded freeway, almost causing collisions and scaring the crap out of everyone near you. When I got to the exit lane, you were a whopping two car lengths ahead of me. Ooooo, you showed us!
That cashier in the grocery store or coffeeshop? Her goal is not to ruin your day by making you wait an entire (gasp!) minute to buy your coffee or frozen pizza. Her goal is to help the customer that she is with now, and yes - sweet little old ladies that need things done a little bit louder and slower are legally allowed to be in *your* store. Keep up your fucking attitude and how you will deal with life at that age will be a moot point.
Seriously, is there some entity that goes around chopping off body parts of someone that is running late? Why is everyone freaking the fuck out at the prospect of waiting in line, or taking a couple of minutes to get something done right? Yes, there are times that waiting in a crowd or standing that long on my feet would be an issue for me (as several of my poor friends and family know). Hey, maybe now is not the time to stop and pick up my caffiene fix, or whatever it is that I was planning on getting from the store.
I just can't help but feel that at least some of the "free floating anxiety" (read, asshattery) could be resolved if people would just take a deep breath, ask themselves if this is something that is really worth being such a douche over, or even take some responsibility for their own time-management and leave the house five minutes earlier.
That cashier in the grocery store or coffeeshop? Her goal is not to ruin your day by making you wait an entire (gasp!) minute to buy your coffee or frozen pizza. Her goal is to help the customer that she is with now, and yes - sweet little old ladies that need things done a little bit louder and slower are legally allowed to be in *your* store. Keep up your fucking attitude and how you will deal with life at that age will be a moot point.
Seriously, is there some entity that goes around chopping off body parts of someone that is running late? Why is everyone freaking the fuck out at the prospect of waiting in line, or taking a couple of minutes to get something done right? Yes, there are times that waiting in a crowd or standing that long on my feet would be an issue for me (as several of my poor friends and family know). Hey, maybe now is not the time to stop and pick up my caffiene fix, or whatever it is that I was planning on getting from the store.
I just can't help but feel that at least some of the "free floating anxiety" (read, asshattery) could be resolved if people would just take a deep breath, ask themselves if this is something that is really worth being such a douche over, or even take some responsibility for their own time-management and leave the house five minutes earlier.
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Yes, I know that the Starbucks is rather busy at 8 in the morning - especially considering that it is an industrial area and they are one of the main stops for people heading in for their shifts. Yes, all the parking spots immediately in front of the store are taken. Sitting smack in the middle of the lane will not change this fact. Oh, and see those three arrows that are all pointing in one direction? That means that you are not only being a stupid parking vulture, you are also trying to enter through the exit only. Even if someone were to try to leave and open a parking spot there are two problems: 1) the parking spots are slanted, and it would take a hell of a lot of maneuvering for you to get your car into the spot and 2) you are blocking the exit! Where the hells are they supposed to go?!
So, yes. I will sit in my car and stare at you until you finally clue in to the fact that you are a giant asshat, put your car in reverse and proceed around the lane like everyone else to enter the parking flow. And even if that means that someone else might come along in the 15 seconds that takes and use that parking spot? There are a lot more spots in the back. No - not in the bank where the spots are specifically marked for bank/ATM use only. No, not directly in front of the other businesses that have signs in front of each spot that specify that there is no Starbucks parking allowed. More parking in the back! Oh noes!!1! That means that you will have to walk and entire 30 feet and be utterly inconvenienced. Suck it up, buttercup. The world is not ran for your convenience.
It is ran for mine, thank you very much. And someone's doing a damned sucky job at it, too.
So, today is a totally mixed bag.
I woke up to a cat skull trying to invade my skull via my eyesocket. Wolverine was under the impression that since the sun had woken up, I must do so also. Then, while putzing around on the computer, I hear the garbage truck go by and realize that I had completely forgotten to take the trash can to the curb last night. So, I stop and put $45 freaking dollars in the car to fill it up, and proceed to crawl down 26 trying to get into Portland. After I get to work, I go to the smoking area to have a pre-work ciggy and manage to knock over my full venti mocha all over the ground. I get back inside and decide that I must have more caffiene and even break room coffee will work - so I end up emptying the pot and having to make a new one. No big. I start another pot to brewing (cause I am just that type of person!), but didn't realize the different configurations on the airpot brewer and managed to have the fresh brewed coffee end up all over the floor and counter - I wasn't there for the show, but I hear that it was quite spectacular. Not the best start to the day.
And then the trainer announced that we were going to go out on the floor for shadowing. Spent almost the entire six hours sitting with two different people, listening to the conversations on the stealth headset (or split one for you kill-joys out there) and typing up all the information for the calls that came in. It is either really sad or a wonderful indication of how working there will be that after the first set I realized that my day had pretty much swung around about 170 degrees.
I woke up to a cat skull trying to invade my skull via my eyesocket. Wolverine was under the impression that since the sun had woken up, I must do so also. Then, while putzing around on the computer, I hear the garbage truck go by and realize that I had completely forgotten to take the trash can to the curb last night. So, I stop and put $45 freaking dollars in the car to fill it up, and proceed to crawl down 26 trying to get into Portland. After I get to work, I go to the smoking area to have a pre-work ciggy and manage to knock over my full venti mocha all over the ground. I get back inside and decide that I must have more caffiene and even break room coffee will work - so I end up emptying the pot and having to make a new one. No big. I start another pot to brewing (cause I am just that type of person!), but didn't realize the different configurations on the airpot brewer and managed to have the fresh brewed coffee end up all over the floor and counter - I wasn't there for the show, but I hear that it was quite spectacular. Not the best start to the day.
And then the trainer announced that we were going to go out on the floor for shadowing. Spent almost the entire six hours sitting with two different people, listening to the conversations on the stealth headset (or split one for you kill-joys out there) and typing up all the information for the calls that came in. It is either really sad or a wonderful indication of how working there will be that after the first set I realized that my day had pretty much swung around about 170 degrees.
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Woo Hoo! As of next week, I will once again be a member of the gainfully employed. I got the position that I've actually been wanting as a csr/dispatcher. I am sure that some people are able to work as a collector and possibly even enjoy it. I, however, am not one of those people. The constant stress and having people yelling at me from both sides are just too much. And as a bonus, I was persuing this job thinking that it would pay less than the collector position but being willing to deal with that for a job that wasn't killing me slowly. Turns out that there is no pay cut involved. Nice. And once the training is done, I got the shift I asked for. Wed - Sun 10pm to 6am. What? I happen to like graveyard.
Spent some time on aim with my mom, and she caught me up with some of the rest of the family. My one aunt loved to tell my mom all about how she was screwing up with me as a teenager. When she visited while I was 16, she discovered that I drank - and my mom knew about it since the rules were that I couldn't leave the house afterwards and I wasn't to hide it. She proceeded to tell my mom how she was raising me to be a drug addicted, alcoholic, unwed teenage mother living on welfare. Then when I was 18 and enlisted, she took every opportunity to state the opinion that the only women in the military are lesbians and sluts. Or maybe it was slutty lesbians - to be honest I wasn't really paying attention by that point. So, the paragons of virtue that this woman must have raised in all of her superiour childrearing wisdom? As follows:
- Oldest spent time in federal prison for armed bank robbery.
- Second eldest was arrested for arson. Also, has not been seen by my mom since my aunts funeral, not even to pick up her mother's remains.
* her child is still in prison for kidnapping and armed robbery
- Youngest was just arrested for his second offense of breaking and entering to support his drug habit.
* one of his kids was just sent back to jail on parole violation from his previous conviction of helping his aforementioned cousin with the armed robbery.
Spent some time on aim with my mom, and she caught me up with some of the rest of the family. My one aunt loved to tell my mom all about how she was screwing up with me as a teenager. When she visited while I was 16, she discovered that I drank - and my mom knew about it since the rules were that I couldn't leave the house afterwards and I wasn't to hide it. She proceeded to tell my mom how she was raising me to be a drug addicted, alcoholic, unwed teenage mother living on welfare. Then when I was 18 and enlisted, she took every opportunity to state the opinion that the only women in the military are lesbians and sluts. Or maybe it was slutty lesbians - to be honest I wasn't really paying attention by that point. So, the paragons of virtue that this woman must have raised in all of her superiour childrearing wisdom? As follows:
- Oldest spent time in federal prison for armed bank robbery.
- Second eldest was arrested for arson. Also, has not been seen by my mom since my aunts funeral, not even to pick up her mother's remains.
* her child is still in prison for kidnapping and armed robbery
- Youngest was just arrested for his second offense of breaking and entering to support his drug habit.
* one of his kids was just sent back to jail on parole violation from his previous conviction of helping his aforementioned cousin with the armed robbery.
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