My post is my cite.
Circular arguments are the best arguments.
I hate group work.
I hate when my partners try to submit plagiarized material more.
Christmas music on the Muzak! Christmas music on the radio! Christmas music on the NEWS!
TURN IT OFF! IN THE NAME OF OG, TURN IT OFF!
Now it’s going to snow this weekend. I’m sorry- the thought “I wish it would snow so I wouldn’t have to go to Mr. Neville’s party” did cross my mind earlier this week. It’s my fault.
1 in 17 males develop this condition during the holidays.
Incurable, but entertaining.
I’ve taken to designing landscapes while watching tv (my preferred way of watching tv - while doing something else) - I don’t always have a hand free to fast forward through commercials, or sometimes I’m watching live, and oh my god, am I ever tired of Christmas commercials. Why don’t I put one of our thousand movies in? That’s a damned good question.
omfg. two hours late. TWO HOURS.
And now I get to hear about how it was the 5753853673683568358367th fight with her nasty-ass boyfriend that was to blame and how broken up she is over it.
How sad it must be to have no free will.
wait, I’m mistaken- it’s closer to three hours.
Right after Thanksgiving, I was looking for a small powered subwoofer. Newegg had a Polk Model that I liked for $100, but I checked other sellers just to see if there was something better available. Turns out that Best Buy had a better Polk subwoofer for $125, but only available online. The website didn’t say anything about this being a limited time offer, but when I tried to order it at 11:30 one night, it ended up being priced at $250 when I went to checkout, despite the main page showing it at $125. At that time of night, no live sales help was available, so I give up, planning to call the next day and see if they will honor the $125 price. When I call, I find out that the $125 price was a sale price that expired at midnight, so I was SOL. No matter how much I tried to explain that it wasn’t midnight when I tried to place my order, Best buy’s position was too bad. Pay $250 or go elsewhere.
No problem. Newegg got my $99 and I am completely happy with the subwoofer. The better speaker would probably be better, but I’m happy.
Today I notice that Best Buy has the better subwoofer, the same one I wanted, back on sale at $125.
What a fucked up company.
But don’t you understand? DRAMA! How can she be expected to be on time when she’s busy having DRAMA? It’s like you don’t think her life is the most important thing in the world.
Truth.
She finally showed another hour later. That’s four hours late, total. As in, she told me around 3:45 that she was leaving right then and would see me in 15-20 minutes and didn’t show until a little after 8.
I’m getting her a watch for Christmas.
Hell, get her a calendar!
Do they make watches with alarms that will ZAP the wearer?
“Gee, I have to be at Dorothy’s at 4. I should set my alarm for 3:30 to make sure I am there timely”
3:00 she receives a slight bzzt
“Oh, I have 30 minutes before I leave!”
3:15 she receives a slightly stronger zap
“Crap, I really need to get moving”
3:25 is an even stronger zap
“OKAY! I’m going”
3:30 BZZZTTTTTT
She’ll either be out the door to your house, or the hospital for treatment - either way her ass will be going somewhere.
My pissy rant:
We’re doing secret santa in my work team, via elfster. I thought I was pretty thorough. I mean, we all know each other pretty well, but I made a decent list of little things that I would like and made sure I noted nothing perfumey (which seems to be a tradition for SS gifting)
No where on that list was a stupid talking Mater Talking Sock. Now, I know I should appreciate the thought and all that, but c’mon. Even TheKid, who does love the movie thought it was silly.
Now I have a stupid talking sock.
Argh, just a small one, but irritating all the same.
Yesterday, I woke up to a post on my Facebook wall from sister asking what time they should be at my house for Christmas day, AND, asking if Mom was invited because she hadn’t received an “official” invite from me.
Background: My mother is a fucking drama queen. Every little slight is built up to epic proportions and she loooooooves to try and make me feel guilty. She is negative to the nth degree and within fifteen minutes of spending any time around her, I am exhausted and grumpy. She gripes and carps on everything; her job, her aches and pains, her doctors, and on and on and on. She can’t be positive about anything.
However, I’ve been hosting Christmas Day dinner for years and years and years. It fucking goes without saying that she is invited. She is there every year. She tries to pull some kind guilt-trip crap on me every year WRT Christmas. One year, she wanted to do separate Christmas with us because my Dad and stepmom were coming for Christmas too. I put my foot down on that one.
Christmas is supposed to be enjoyable, but every year I become stressed because my mother projects it. I’m trying to change how I react to her, and mostly I’m successful, but it bothers me that I don’t want to be around her because of how she makes me feel.
Finally, because of how she is, my Dad and stepmom won’t be coming for Christmas. Now, they didn’t outright say this, but we all know this is the reason.
Also, very mini: My stoopit hairdryer died yesterday; I forgot to buy one Christmas present, so now I have to go back out and get it; and finally, I’m out of gift tags and I need to go back out and get them too. Bleh.
There, I feel better now.
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Does ANYBODY actually like going to staff Christmas parties for their spouse?
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I kinda miss DH’s old company’s parties, but they were…special. Every year someone (not the same person each time) that everyone hated would end up drunk and chatty, culminating in the tearful “I love all of you guys!” speech. We won plenty in the pool to guess who it would be each year.
And the restaurant had a lovely dry white wine.
Don’t forget to pick up a hair dryer.
:p;)
Taters, I don’t know if this will be any help to you at all, but. . .for years, I had a very good relationship with my MIL. But then she got old and cranky. My husband and I had a duplex (owned both halves) and my in-laws kept a bedroom in one of them. It got to a point where my MIL (though she is a major hoarder at home) would do nothing when she was visiting, but bitch about the fact that things in “their room” were not exactly as she had left them, and where was this, and where was that, and why did someone feel compelled to move another thing?
It even got to a point where my FIL hated to bring her to visit because of the drama she’d start!
Finally, last Thanksgiving, after three glasses of wine, I ‘got up in her face’ about it. She started in on where some of her linens were, and why something wasn’t some way she thought it should be, and I said “Betty, we need to talk; I love you. You are family. I hope you love me. But all I hear from you any more is bitching about how things aren’t exactly how you want them. Is that really the kind of relationship you want us to have? Because it’s not the kind of relationship I want for us to have”.
She thought about it a few minutes. Said that wasn’t how she wanted us to relate to one another, and I never heard another peep out of her about things being missing or out of place, or anything.
I don’t know if such a confrontation might help with your mother. It’s just a thought.
norinew, I’ve tried to talking to her, but things never change.
I just cut her off now and try to change the subject. Sigh, it still wears me out though. I honestly don’t think she realizes how bad she sounds. She’s an unhappy woman, who’s had some miserable stuff thrown her way, and I try to be cognizant of all that. But, there’s only so much I can take before she brings me down.
I’m generally a happy, easy-going person, and…well…she’s not.
My philosphy is different from hers. Yeah, life throws some shit at me, but I just try to move on. Not her, she just hangs on to it. I guess I just don’t understand that.
Anyway, I’ll survive. I always do. I’ve got Christmas morning to look forward to, with just my kids, my daughter’s boyfriend and my husband. That’s always the best part of Christmas for me.
Besides, tonight my husband and I are going to a friend’s house for a little Christmas party. This particular group of friends have become “family”. We love them to death and they reciprocate. We always laugh when we’re together. I plan to enjoy myself to the fullest.
Sigh. Yes, I suspected that might be the case. But I thought I’d mention it. . .
Anyway, hope you are able to see past her negativity and drama and have a happy Christmas anyway!