I love the online bookstore I buy from. But when I ask them to put the books I ordered into one single package, I don’t expect them to send them out one by one! Especially since the books all had the same expected deliverytime (5-7 days). Which they passed anyway (not counting the weekends, or this past Monday, which is a holiday over here), since I ordered those books Saturday before last.
sighs
My hay fever is pretty bad and I take Nasonex and - now - Clarinex pretty much year-round. My insurance company, though, says that Clarinex is not a maintenance drug and therefore does not qualify for the 3-for-2 copay mail-order system. Oh, and it’s $40 a month, since we consider it a Tier 3 drug.
But Nasonex? Sure, Nasonex is a maintenance drug. It’s only $25 a month and qualifies for the mail-order discount. Oh, they’re both used to treat allergies? Both taken everyday? Yeah, we don’t care.
Allergy shots are looking better and better all the time…
I pit trying to conceive. I’m sick of timing everything, charting everything, getting hopefull for two weeks, only to be disappointed when I get my period every month. It sucks. Stupid infertile body.
I fucking hate people biking on the sidewalks in Ann Arbor! Why are there no bike paths? This is a university town, there should be bike paths everywhere! I’m tired of people almost running me down on their bikes while I’m walking down the sidewalk.
I pit my co-worker acting like summer hours are a God given right when, in actuality, he’s lucky not to have been laid off.
I pit idiots at the grocery store who are so bad at packing my groceries! Three things in a bag?
I use paper bags, and I think the nimrods are so used to the plastic bags that they can’t get it through their heads that a big paper bag can hold a lot more!
Here you go, nimrods…
Bottom layer - cans, boxes
Middle layer - packaged foods, frozen foods
Top layer - light items, like breads, chips, etc.
The paper bag is designed to be carried in two hands (unless it has a handle) so feel free to load it up to the top. I’m pretty strong!
Everytime I go to the store around here, I have to repack, getting rid of at least three bags in the process. That way, everything fits in one cart and in my trunk. But, I keep the extra bags, since I use them at home all the time…hahahahaha!
Just another reason why Aldi get 99.9% of my business now…I pack my own groceries!
When I was a teenager living in Ann Arbor, I got chased down and yelled at by some mean old lady because I had the gall to ride my bike on the shoulder instead of on the sidewalk. She actually followed me into K-Mart to yell at me.
I was too stunned to respond, but I later realized that the reason I didn’t ride on the sidewalk was because there were no curb cuts.
I guess they fixed that.
Well, since you’re here, and my original victim is lost to the ages, I’ll apologize to you for reckless sidewalk biking.
About a million years ago, when I was a student at UM in Ann Arbor, I rode my bike into some poor young woman because I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t actually have good enough balance to get out of her way quickly. If there’d been bike paths, this never would have happened (I probably would have wound up in a bush or something instead). Mea culpa. Forgive me, for her sake.
I mini-pit book publishers who put movie posters on the covers of novels that have been made into movies.
I recently picked up a copy of The Bourne Identity. I’d read it probably 20 years ago and I was keen to re-read. But I could not find a copy without Matt Damon on the cover. I even like the movies, but I just get this urge to stop reading every five minutes and announce to whomever might see me … “I didn’t buy this because of Matt Damon, damnit!”
I pit the toilets at work!
They automatically flush (apparently for those people in the other thread who don’t flush). But when you lean forward to wipe, it triggers the sensor and they flush. Then you drop in your paper and push the manual button to flush that down. At this point, you would think 6 liters of water would be no match for a wispy piece of tissue, but these are so poorly designed that most of the time it just spins the paper in place and doesn’t pull it down. I don’t want to leave that for the next user, so I flush it one more time and that usually gets it.
So our 1.6-gallon (6 liter) toilets really consume almost 5 gallons per flush.
Dude, I feel you.
And how come no mechanic will look at my car for free because I’m nice and I’m cute (according to me)? Better yet, why doesn’t anyone just buy me a new car?
Oh, man, do I feel you! I just bought Son of a Witch, the second book in the Wicked series, and instead of the beautiful woodcuts on the cover of the first and third books, I got a cover done in the style of the Broadway play. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the play above all others, but I hate that I couldn’t get the original the make my set match. I hate having someone think I discovered a book just because of a movie or play. Yeah, that makes me a book snob, but waddyagonnado?
I’m sick of mini-rants that would get slightly better commentary on the ranter’s blog.
I have a mini-rant about dissertations. Specifically, the dissertation proposal that was due to my adviser almost two weeks ago and is due to my committee in a week or so. Also, my unsurpassed ability to avoid working on said proposal. I think I’ve read every damn thread on the dope this week. And most of all, I’m irritated with the Census Bureau for changing occupational classifications in 2000 and making my Current Population Survey data so fucking complicated. My laptop is just not up for crunching 11.5 gigs of data in anything like a reasonable amount of time - doing over and over again is going to make me crazy.
Remind me why I thought it would be fun to get a Ph.D.?
I am tired of marketing based on Tuscany.
The movie “Under The Tuscan Sun” is several years old. But we are still getting products pushed at us under the assumption we will rush out to buy them if they are labeled “Tuscan”, most recently Papa John’s Six Cheese Tuscan Pizza.
Even if Tuscany is frigging paradise on Earth, I am tired of hearing about it. Pick some other place to exploit.
Maybe it’s time for a romantic film about Lake Erie.
Swear to Buddha … I just had a Tuscan Chicken Salad Sandwich for lunch.
Seems like I usually think of Tuscon when I see “Tuscan” in commercial contexts anyway.
I mini-pit my fundie uncle, who has never visited me before in the 22 years I’ve been out of my parents’ house, who actively harassed my mom when I was living in sin with my husband, who told her it was *her *fault my sister was a troublemaker as a teen because she (Mom) allowed wine in her house, who gave my grandma crap for letting my husband and me sleep together in the double bed in her guest room before we were married, who was my favorite uncle when I was a kid before he went fundie-nuts in his late 30s, who just now emailed me: “Hey, did your mom mention we’ll be visiting you next weekend?” right before I clicked “send” on my email inviting 40 of our closest friends to our house next weekend for the first party we’ve had in three years and the first ever in a house we own, complete with a slim-keg of our favorite local beer and a couple of single-malt Scotches on the side.
For the record, no, Mom did not “mention” it when she called Sunday, nor when she called yesterday, so I mini-pit her, too.
ETA: Sorry, Scuba_Ben, Mom reads my blog. Hope you survive.
I am tired of books with titles like 500 ________ You Must See (Eat, Drink, Visit, Read, Do) Before You Die. Yes, I know I’m gonna die. I’m not in denial about that. But giving me a sense of urgency to read your book and taste every variety of wine that YOU decide I must isn’t going to work. If you’re an expert, go ahead and give me recommendations. DON’T give me a deadline.
Late luggage. After 22 hours of traveling, my one suitcase with hostess gifts did not arrive with me.(couldn’t carry on because of the little pointy things) The connection was not that close, but you said you would deliver it this morning. Still waiting in my stnky clothes.