A whole lotta "Really?"
1. I can't believe I spent so much at Walgreen's without picking up a prescription. Good grief.
2. Lowe's is seriously pissing me off regarding my laminate flooring. My contractor finally got someone whose head was only partially up his ass, because he at least was able to pull up my information, which the other clowns were unable to manage (after the contractor warned him that if he didn't, I was going to come down there, and I was gonna have a good head of steam that was going to be directed his way).
Not totally clear on the cranial-rectal inversion; he tried to tell me that the flooring I wanted had been discontinued by the manufacturer 4 years ago. Ummm . . . . no. I only bought the first round of flooring 2 years ago, and it's still listed on Pergo's website, so you, sir, are an idiot. I have emailed Pergo to ask for advice for somewhere else to buy their product from.
3. Does anyone out there on my f-list watch Chasing Mummies on the History Channel? The people on there . . . IDEK. They are all self-absorbed jerks, each in their own way. I could go into great detail (and will, if anyone wants to discuss it), but the thing that's got me steamed right now is that there were 3 people working as interns to Dr. Hawass, Egypt's chief archeologist: Derek, Lindsay, and Zoe. Both the women have washed out, for bullshit reasons - once again building the stereotype of how women can't handle themselves in tough jobs, i.e. "men's work". AND it showed that they also must be idiots, because they were getting offended and/or upset about things they should have damn well known going in.
a. Archaeology is an old boy's club. Many sites are in countries where women are not seen as equal to men. Expect to be patronized.
b. Sites are scary and dangerous places. They are often hot, cramped, dark, and difficult to reach. Wimps need not apply.
c. Ancient peoples had different values than we do. Be familiar with them, and don't try to bring your delicate 21st century kumbaya attitude and expect to be coddled and catered to. You deal in death, and that often involved rituals and the slaying of innocents, like slaves and animals.
If you don't understand all this, and accept it, then you've got no business going into archeology. Go learn how to be a museum curator, so you can see antiquities without all the messy work. FFS. And the guy who's left? He really isn't much better, and Dr. Hawass has almost sacked him at least once.
Maybe it's just the generation; man up, would you? I despair for our future sometimes, I really do.
4. Of course the Kidney Foundation calls to ask if I've got any clothes or shoes to donate less than 4 hours after I've dumped clothes into a recycle bin. *pinches bridge of nose*
5. I've seen the damn house mouse twice today, but he still evades me. I WILL END YOU, I SWEAR IT! *shakes fist impotently*
6. I've officially become a scrubby Dutch south sider; I poured water on my front porch and scrubbed it down. I also threw my doormat in the wash, and I swear it came out 10 shades lighter.
7. I'm going, I think, to start using smaller garbage bags. Now that I'm making a concerted effort to recycle, I simply don't fill up a big bag fast enough, so it becomes a feeding ground for annoying bugs. It's shocking how much of a difference it makes, even for a single person household like mine. If I composted, it would be even less.
8. The diet site I use is making me feel self-conscious about my sugar intake. All well and good, you might think. Ah, but no. The amount they would like me to cut down to is so small that it is impossible to do if you want to eat fruit (which I do, especially this time of year).
How bad is it? One mango is a day's worth of sugar. Trust me, folks, I eat way more than that in a day during the summer; I'm a fruit-eating fool. Not just straight up, but in my yogurt, in my pancakes, in my cereal (if I have any on hand, which I often don't). And it pisses me off that the site would like me to feel bad about having so much sugar per day. Well, bite me. Fruit's good for me, and I'm eating it.
2. Lowe's is seriously pissing me off regarding my laminate flooring. My contractor finally got someone whose head was only partially up his ass, because he at least was able to pull up my information, which the other clowns were unable to manage (after the contractor warned him that if he didn't, I was going to come down there, and I was gonna have a good head of steam that was going to be directed his way).
Not totally clear on the cranial-rectal inversion; he tried to tell me that the flooring I wanted had been discontinued by the manufacturer 4 years ago. Ummm . . . . no. I only bought the first round of flooring 2 years ago, and it's still listed on Pergo's website, so you, sir, are an idiot. I have emailed Pergo to ask for advice for somewhere else to buy their product from.
3. Does anyone out there on my f-list watch Chasing Mummies on the History Channel? The people on there . . . IDEK. They are all self-absorbed jerks, each in their own way. I could go into great detail (and will, if anyone wants to discuss it), but the thing that's got me steamed right now is that there were 3 people working as interns to Dr. Hawass, Egypt's chief archeologist: Derek, Lindsay, and Zoe. Both the women have washed out, for bullshit reasons - once again building the stereotype of how women can't handle themselves in tough jobs, i.e. "men's work". AND it showed that they also must be idiots, because they were getting offended and/or upset about things they should have damn well known going in.
a. Archaeology is an old boy's club. Many sites are in countries where women are not seen as equal to men. Expect to be patronized.
b. Sites are scary and dangerous places. They are often hot, cramped, dark, and difficult to reach. Wimps need not apply.
c. Ancient peoples had different values than we do. Be familiar with them, and don't try to bring your delicate 21st century kumbaya attitude and expect to be coddled and catered to. You deal in death, and that often involved rituals and the slaying of innocents, like slaves and animals.
If you don't understand all this, and accept it, then you've got no business going into archeology. Go learn how to be a museum curator, so you can see antiquities without all the messy work. FFS. And the guy who's left? He really isn't much better, and Dr. Hawass has almost sacked him at least once.
Maybe it's just the generation; man up, would you? I despair for our future sometimes, I really do.
4. Of course the Kidney Foundation calls to ask if I've got any clothes or shoes to donate less than 4 hours after I've dumped clothes into a recycle bin. *pinches bridge of nose*
5. I've seen the damn house mouse twice today, but he still evades me. I WILL END YOU, I SWEAR IT! *shakes fist impotently*
6. I've officially become a scrubby Dutch south sider; I poured water on my front porch and scrubbed it down. I also threw my doormat in the wash, and I swear it came out 10 shades lighter.
7. I'm going, I think, to start using smaller garbage bags. Now that I'm making a concerted effort to recycle, I simply don't fill up a big bag fast enough, so it becomes a feeding ground for annoying bugs. It's shocking how much of a difference it makes, even for a single person household like mine. If I composted, it would be even less.
8. The diet site I use is making me feel self-conscious about my sugar intake. All well and good, you might think. Ah, but no. The amount they would like me to cut down to is so small that it is impossible to do if you want to eat fruit (which I do, especially this time of year).
How bad is it? One mango is a day's worth of sugar. Trust me, folks, I eat way more than that in a day during the summer; I'm a fruit-eating fool. Not just straight up, but in my yogurt, in my pancakes, in my cereal (if I have any on hand, which I often don't). And it pisses me off that the site would like me to feel bad about having so much sugar per day. Well, bite me. Fruit's good for me, and I'm eating it.