I gotta bitch somewhere about the weather, and this seems like the ideal thread. Its both too hot and not hot enough and its the disparity that really pisses me off. According to the thermometers in the office, its a temp of 102 outside. According to the same thermometers its 72 inside. 30 fucking degree difference. There are actually some ladies here that are running space heaters because they are too cold. I’m not one of them, I just go for a stroll every couple of hours outside to warm back up to a decent temperature. If we could go with a 20 degree difference, I would be every so much happier. Then it would actually make sense for me to wear short sleeved shirts to work, cause right now, that would be a stupid fucking idea. (And don’t even get me started on the stupid ladies wearing sleeveless blouses and running their space heaters.)
Today I wish the stupid burned, so I could hang out around them and be warm.
Apparently my neighbor and his loud girlfriend going out on their porch in the middle of the night to talk and laugh loudly is going to be my version of purplehorseshoe’s Dr. Pepper in the freezer. Woke up at 1:39 a.m. this morning. I don’t go over there and say anything because it’s happened so often and so late at night that I don’t trust myself to be civil.
My BIL solved this with one of those can horns. Partiers moved in next door, their smoking area was next to his bedroom window. When they would get loud BLARE. It took less than a half dozen blasts for them to get a clue.
Okay. Twice in two weeks we have lost power. Last week I ended missing a day of work because of it. Today it flickered and died due to a freak storm that was not on local radar 5 minutes before it hit. Out for 5 hours, hideous heat and humidity. Whee. Ended up going to my sister and brother-in-law’s house to wait it out.
Now I get to make up time for today, no big deal. I usually have the TV on behind me… but DishNetwork is pretty much dead. No local channels. Few cable channels. I’m annoyed.
Yeah, but then I’d be the loud asshole. To be fair, they’ve only had one loud party, the rest of the time it’s just confabbing on the back porch. I’m thinking a lifelike rubber rat, stealthily hidden where they’ll stumble upon it at just the worst time.
You know, I have a rubber snake somewhere if you’d like to borrow it? It’s real enough looking to keep the bunnies out of the garden.
Anyways… one of my brake lights is out, and apparently you need some sort of specialty tool to remove the screws holding the taillight assembly in. My gearhead boyfriend has every tool under the sun and he doesn’t have this thing. WTF, GM? Minor as far as rants go, I know…
If it wasn’t for the muchly improved sex life, I’d go back to being chubby in a few shortrib lunches, for sure.
But instead, today I turned down free BBQ for lunch. Also because: it’s ninety bajillion degrees outside (°F; that’s about thirty-two bajillion °C) – who the heck offers BBQ and mostaccioli and mashed potatoes for lunch when it’s this damn hot outside!?
Layers baby it’s the only way to stay sane. Not warm because I haven’t managed that yet but at least not shivering. I wear short sleeved shirts to work and a jacket over them all day at the office. All this and I still need to go outside to defrost at lunch or my hands start to freeze in the claw position.
Who thought it was a good idea to tear out and refurbish a half-bath and sand and refinish a hardwood floor during the longest harshest heat wave we’ve had in probably the last 10 years? Christ, I’ve got sweaty dust in places I didn’t know I could collect dust.
And now I have to go mow the lawn before it actually hits 90. Grr. Arrgh.
As someone who’s always been thin, I can confirm this is pure unmitigated, patronizing bullshit. I have never spent a minute of my life in a happy daze reveling in the awesomeness that is being thin. (In fact, when you have your bony butt parked in a hard wooden chair for a 3-hour college lecture for example, thin feels pretty sucky.) I have, however, exclaimed my delight over cheesecakes, alfredos, the aforementioned ribs, and many other calorie-dense foods. I think the prevailing ingrained cultural attitude that there is something morally wrong with you for enjoying certain foods when you’re overweight, is terrible and counterproductive. “Oh, I’m so BAD, I had a donut today, I’m an awful person and a failure.” Baloney. You ate something that sets you back from your goal of eating fewer calories, oh well; move on and keep trying to meet that goal. Go ahead, eat anything you want in moderation. I’m not saying that’s easy, just that it’s simple. Understand that moderation might mean two bites of cheesecake instead of a whole piece, and taking home more than half your dinner in a styrofoam box, and you might get somewhere.
After many months of job-searching, my daughter was told to show up at McDonald’s today for orientation. When she gets there, the manager on duty doesn’t know anything about it, and the kid is told to call again tomorrow.
A very similar situation has happened to her before at this same McDonald’s. This was last year (part of the same never-ending job search) and the kid was told again and again when to come for her interview, and whenever she showed up, the hiring manager wouldn’t be there and no one would know what to tell her except, “Call again tomorrow.”
I am so depressed right now I just want to lay down on the floor and enter a comatose state until…well, I don’t know.
I’ve got a good one for whitewhine… I bought an iPhone 4 recently and an OtterBox Defender case for it, since my two-year-old likes to play some games on it and still drools quite a lot sometimes. So my problem is that I can’t find a windshield mount that will fit around the case. Meaning I’ve got an awesome new GPS unit (among other things… it’s really amazing how many gadgets you can replace with a smartphone these days), but I can’t mount it to the windshield without taking the rubber sleeve off of the plastic part of the case, then unsnapping the plastic case, then plugging it in, *then *mounting it. And of course, after I’m done driving anywhere, I have to reverse the whole process as soon as the kid gets cranky and needs a little distraction. Grr!
Mini-est possible rant:
I pit the combo of my own completist/analist tendencies and random chance.
I subscribe to a lot of thread so I can just click on the link to read the new posts. However, roughly 1 out of 50 times the link goes to the FIRST post on a page. Which means I have to click on the button for the previous page because otherwise I can’t be sure that I haven’t missed a post. Aaaargh. Stupid me.
My pit today is for the Southwest Airlines baggage handler that stole food and some magazines out of my checked luggage. It’s not worth it to file a claim…my guess is that the thief figures (s)he can get away with ripping off stuff like that without ever getting caught.
I can’t get my niece to go to bed so I can go to bed myself, and I am sooooooooo tired. I am sitting here to try and stay awake so i can keep an eye on her.
I just had to listen to a tantrum from her because i wouldn’t make her a sandwich. I offered her a nutri-grain bar, because I don’t want to make another mess in the kitchen now. I gave her a sandwich before bed , she shouldn’t be that hungry…
