Dear Mom & Dad,
Thanks for reminding me of Reason #428 why it sucks to be single. It sucks to be single because when something happens (like when an idiot friend tries to go all 'Dukes of Hazard' and slide across the hood of your nearly brand new Lexus...leaving behind a dent and several scratches) you don't have anyone to ask for help but your parents. Said parents are then sure to make underhanded comments about what an inconvenience you are...which only serves as a reminder of your sad, pathetic life as a single adult.
I'm sorry that my loser status negatively impacts your RETIRED lifestyle. I'm sorry that even though the two of you never go anywhere without each other, I'm still going to deprive you of one of your two cars for a whopping 2 days while mine is getting repaired. I'm sorry that this is just another example of the times it would really come in handy for me to have a boyfriend or husband to go through life with and who could help out in situations like this so it wouldn't affect you.
Believe me, oh critical parents of mine, it's not for lack of searching/trying that I'm single. If you'd really like for me to find someone I'm sure that I could go whore it up somewhere, get myself pregnant, and maybe land a baby daddy. Wouldn't that be lovely? Probably not. So I'm single? So what!?! Maybe instead of always saying you're there when I need you, you could actually practice what you preach without the guilt trip hanging overhead. That'd be great.
Sincerely,
Your Single Daughter with a Car in Need of Repair
Showing posts with label annoyance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label annoyance. Show all posts
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Sometimes it's better to skip the reality...
Why is it that reality rarely ever lives up to perceptions or expectations??? When you first meet someone, it's natural to fill in the things you don't yet know about them with bright, shiny ideas of what they must be like, of who they really are. Because of COURSE you would only be attracted to great people, right? Unfortunately, (at least in my personal experience) once you find out the truth about that person, it's usually not half as good as the idea you'd begun to form in your head. And once that reality begins to set in, where do you go from there? Do you compromise your own "must have" list to bend to the reality of the person in front of you or do you chalk it up to another life experience and continue your quest for that white whale that's surely out there somewhere?
Ultimately, I suppose the answers to those questions depend on what end game you had in mind. Was this someone that you wanted to stick around for a while or were you just enjoying the moment and taking things as they came? For me, in this case, it was the latter - I was simply having fun and enjoying someone's company with the knowledge that it was definitely not a long-term thing. Still, taking the shiny off has made me wonder whether I even want a summer fling. I can't go back and unlearn/unhear the things I've learned/heard, but do they really even matter in the case of a fling? I really don't know. I think they might. It doesn't matter how attractive (hot even) you are...if you're an asshole to other people (even if I'm not the one on the receiving end), that's a really ugly trait.
Why can't people just live up to my unattainable expectations??? :)
Ultimately, I suppose the answers to those questions depend on what end game you had in mind. Was this someone that you wanted to stick around for a while or were you just enjoying the moment and taking things as they came? For me, in this case, it was the latter - I was simply having fun and enjoying someone's company with the knowledge that it was definitely not a long-term thing. Still, taking the shiny off has made me wonder whether I even want a summer fling. I can't go back and unlearn/unhear the things I've learned/heard, but do they really even matter in the case of a fling? I really don't know. I think they might. It doesn't matter how attractive (hot even) you are...if you're an asshole to other people (even if I'm not the one on the receiving end), that's a really ugly trait.
Why can't people just live up to my unattainable expectations??? :)
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
A Rant
So I'm technically on vacation right now...but that doesn't mean that I haven't been doing work every single day since I left the office. Actually, I had to go into the office last Friday and I'm going to have to go in this afternoon too...so you can't really call it a vacation. Why do I have to keep going into work? Well, that would be because it appears that I'm not just doing my own job anymore. Nope. I'm now doing the work of my own position plus TWO other heads of departments' jobs as well. To say that it's getting on my nerves is a serious understatement.
See that picture? Substitute me for that guy (and give him a MacBook) and that would have been what I wanted to do about 10 minutes ago. Instead, I turn to my blog to rant about how unbelievably frustrating it is to be the one forced to pick up the pieces when other people aren't doing their job correctly.
Perhaps the problem is that I care too much? Knowing that a new student is going to be in a difficult situation if I don't do someone else's job is too much for me - I can't just ignore it. So my poor mother hears me yell and complain on the phone...my dog anxiously jumps up on my leg because she can't understand why I'm literally banging my head against the table...and I'm left with a pissed off attitude that I can't shake and which will ultimately ruin my entire day.
I end my little rant with this statement: I didn't sign up for this crap and I sure as hell am not getting paid enough to compensate for the headache that my job has become.
See that picture? Substitute me for that guy (and give him a MacBook) and that would have been what I wanted to do about 10 minutes ago. Instead, I turn to my blog to rant about how unbelievably frustrating it is to be the one forced to pick up the pieces when other people aren't doing their job correctly.
Perhaps the problem is that I care too much? Knowing that a new student is going to be in a difficult situation if I don't do someone else's job is too much for me - I can't just ignore it. So my poor mother hears me yell and complain on the phone...my dog anxiously jumps up on my leg because she can't understand why I'm literally banging my head against the table...and I'm left with a pissed off attitude that I can't shake and which will ultimately ruin my entire day.
I end my little rant with this statement: I didn't sign up for this crap and I sure as hell am not getting paid enough to compensate for the headache that my job has become.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Babies must be super itchy
So as I believe I mentioned in a previous post, I had a bit of a 4th of July mishap and absolutely destroyed my knee. Since then, and with the help of tons of Neosporin, my little knee has been working night and day to make some brand spankin' new skin. (I had completely forgotten what a pain in the neck [or knee] skinned knees are!)
Well, let me just say that as my knee has healed (it's about 90% okay now) I've rediscovered just how much new skin itches. I mean, seriously...it's almost unbearable at times. And if I make the grave mistake of beginning to scratch one little part, the whole thing explodes in a deadly mixture of pleasure/itchy agony and I can barely stop scratching.
Given this little reminder, a random thought crossed my mind: newborn babies, with all that brand new skin, must be the itchiest creatures on the entire planet!!!
Well, let me just say that as my knee has healed (it's about 90% okay now) I've rediscovered just how much new skin itches. I mean, seriously...it's almost unbearable at times. And if I make the grave mistake of beginning to scratch one little part, the whole thing explodes in a deadly mixture of pleasure/itchy agony and I can barely stop scratching.
Given this little reminder, a random thought crossed my mind: newborn babies, with all that brand new skin, must be the itchiest creatures on the entire planet!!!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Bending Reality
I'm not going to use this post to advocate for a strict adherence to reality (how could I possibly do that when I spend a decent amount of time zipping through daydreams?); however, there ARE times when I find myself both baffled and frustrated by the "reality" that people choose to believe. No matter how much you may want to think that you have some super-special dedication to a task at hand (or if, for some unknown reason, you think the laws of nature should bend to your every whim), you cannot give more than 100% of yourself. The statement, "he/she gave 110%!" is one that annoys me more than many others. Why? Because it is NOT physically possible.
You cannot have more than the whole. Once you reach 100%, that's it. There is no more than that. That is the nature of being "whole." That is complete. You cannot ask for more. When you shift into the made-up territory of 110% you have gone beyond the bounds of reality that I am prepared, or willing, to accept/follow. If you have 110% of something, do you have all of one thing and part of another? Hypothetically, that could give you 110% of some possible total amount. Do you have part, but not all, of two (or more) items? Again, hypothetically that could give you 110% of some possible total amount. But if you are talking about one item then you must stop at 100%. Anything else is just plain silly. (Not to mention...highly annoying)
All of this frustration was brought on by a question in the end-of-conference survey I completed earlier this evening asking me about how enthusiastic I would be about implementing the new ideas learned at the technology conference I attended. One of the answer choices was 110%. That simply doesn't make sense. No one can give their all...then a little more. (If you have a little more to give then you weren't giving your all to begin with, now were you?) It's good to know I was attending a fantasy land conference for the last day and a half, because that's the only explanation I can see for an answer choice of 110% enthusiasm.
Ahh, if only I could say this was the only thing that annoys/frustrates me. Alas, it's just the tip of the iceberg! :) I'm curious though - what annoys you?
You cannot have more than the whole. Once you reach 100%, that's it. There is no more than that. That is the nature of being "whole." That is complete. You cannot ask for more. When you shift into the made-up territory of 110% you have gone beyond the bounds of reality that I am prepared, or willing, to accept/follow. If you have 110% of something, do you have all of one thing and part of another? Hypothetically, that could give you 110% of some possible total amount. Do you have part, but not all, of two (or more) items? Again, hypothetically that could give you 110% of some possible total amount. But if you are talking about one item then you must stop at 100%. Anything else is just plain silly. (Not to mention...highly annoying)
All of this frustration was brought on by a question in the end-of-conference survey I completed earlier this evening asking me about how enthusiastic I would be about implementing the new ideas learned at the technology conference I attended. One of the answer choices was 110%. That simply doesn't make sense. No one can give their all...then a little more. (If you have a little more to give then you weren't giving your all to begin with, now were you?) It's good to know I was attending a fantasy land conference for the last day and a half, because that's the only explanation I can see for an answer choice of 110% enthusiasm.
Ahh, if only I could say this was the only thing that annoys/frustrates me. Alas, it's just the tip of the iceberg! :) I'm curious though - what annoys you?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Movie Roulette
I used to go to the movies frequently...back in undergrad, it was almost a weekly thing with me and a few of my friends. That's not the case anymore, but I do still enjoy a good cinematic experience. Who doesn't? (Actually, my friend, Damien, doesn't enjoy going to the movies and I find that to be quite odd...but I digress)
Typically for me, Sundays are frequently spent with family - most often it's just me and my parents since my brothers usually opt out of said family time (or simply have "better things" to do with their time). Personally, I like having some routine in my life and Sunday family-time is one that I enjoy. I appreciate it much more after having lived away from my family for so long. Off track again...
Anyway, today, I went to see 'Date Night' with my parents. (Yes, a little odd to go to a movie titled 'Date Night' with one's parents, but oh well!) My parents (i.e., my mom) like to get to the theater early enough to catch "The Twenty" before the film. Personally, unless it's a movie that's likely to be quite full, I see no reason to arrive 20 minutes early just to watch mostly commercials and an occasional "exclusive look" at what's likely to be a film I have no interest in seeing. But I still show up early to keep Mom happy...
However, this is not a post about the movie I saw, what I thought of it, etc. No. This is a post about all the random people that you encounter at the theater. In particular, those people that choose to sit near you. As I mentioned, I arrive early when I'm seeing a flick with my folks. As such, once we've settled into our seats, it's only a matter of time until the surrounding seats are filled by others...and that's what I like to call movie roulette. You never know who you're going to get. It could be the loud popcorn muncher, the guy/girl that fidgets nonstop (I've probably been guilty of that one from time to time), the person that thinks the "no phone calls or texting" rules don't apply to them, the guy that thought a hot dog was appropriate movie fare (that odor should not be introduced into an already suspect environment), or the worst of them all...the constant talker and/or loud laugher.
When you arrive early, you're leaving it to fate to decide who your closest movie-going companions will be. Today? Today, unfortunately, was the loud laugher. I knew there was a potential problem on our hands when the pair of ladies that sat directly behind us were thoroughly enjoying a very non-funny preview. Given that 'Date Night' is a comedy, my concerns were quickly validated just a few minutes into the film. Yes, I get that it's a public theater and people are more than entitled to laugh...but if you're laughing so loud and for such an extended period of time that I can't hear the follow-up punchline, we've got a problem. Such was the case today. I lasted all of about 5 minutes into the film before getting up and moving over to the side seats to escape the relentless cackling behind me. Does that demonstrate a lack of tolerance on my part? Or a lack of manners/perception on theirs? I'm not sure which it is. But I do know that I enjoyed myself much more after swapping seats!
Typically for me, Sundays are frequently spent with family - most often it's just me and my parents since my brothers usually opt out of said family time (or simply have "better things" to do with their time). Personally, I like having some routine in my life and Sunday family-time is one that I enjoy. I appreciate it much more after having lived away from my family for so long. Off track again...
Anyway, today, I went to see 'Date Night' with my parents. (Yes, a little odd to go to a movie titled 'Date Night' with one's parents, but oh well!) My parents (i.e., my mom) like to get to the theater early enough to catch "The Twenty" before the film. Personally, unless it's a movie that's likely to be quite full, I see no reason to arrive 20 minutes early just to watch mostly commercials and an occasional "exclusive look" at what's likely to be a film I have no interest in seeing. But I still show up early to keep Mom happy...
However, this is not a post about the movie I saw, what I thought of it, etc. No. This is a post about all the random people that you encounter at the theater. In particular, those people that choose to sit near you. As I mentioned, I arrive early when I'm seeing a flick with my folks. As such, once we've settled into our seats, it's only a matter of time until the surrounding seats are filled by others...and that's what I like to call movie roulette. You never know who you're going to get. It could be the loud popcorn muncher, the guy/girl that fidgets nonstop (I've probably been guilty of that one from time to time), the person that thinks the "no phone calls or texting" rules don't apply to them, the guy that thought a hot dog was appropriate movie fare (that odor should not be introduced into an already suspect environment), or the worst of them all...the constant talker and/or loud laugher.
When you arrive early, you're leaving it to fate to decide who your closest movie-going companions will be. Today? Today, unfortunately, was the loud laugher. I knew there was a potential problem on our hands when the pair of ladies that sat directly behind us were thoroughly enjoying a very non-funny preview. Given that 'Date Night' is a comedy, my concerns were quickly validated just a few minutes into the film. Yes, I get that it's a public theater and people are more than entitled to laugh...but if you're laughing so loud and for such an extended period of time that I can't hear the follow-up punchline, we've got a problem. Such was the case today. I lasted all of about 5 minutes into the film before getting up and moving over to the side seats to escape the relentless cackling behind me. Does that demonstrate a lack of tolerance on my part? Or a lack of manners/perception on theirs? I'm not sure which it is. But I do know that I enjoyed myself much more after swapping seats!
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