I’m just tired. Exhausted. Why? Because I’ve gotten 2-3 hours of sleep every night this week because I have been stressing massively over a fundraising campaign for one of my events that’s tomorrow, working on emails, coming up with strategy based on national and industry trends and you know, my supposed expert knowledge of my job, and having it completely changed to a strategy that scared me to death because it’s one that just doesn’t get good results. Then I watched today as another event’s numbers, who implemented the same type of strategy that I had planned for my event, just went up and up and up. My event? Crawling up slowly and we’re nowhere near where we wanted to be. So I get phone calls asking what else we can do.
Well, we could have implemented the strategy I planned. So instead of staying at work until 7 (which will put me at about 65 hours worked this week…and I’m exempt, so no overtime) to pull reports like I’d planned, I’m going home, I’m going to play with my kid, have dinner, and fall asleep on the couch during a movie while I read.
I also had a miscarriage last Friday, my third in two years, and thought work would give me something else to concentrate on. Instead, I’ve been spending my evenings doing nothing but bitching to my poor husband. I’ve spent the week feeling like a failure at work because it feels like they don’t trust me or my counterpart to do what we’re the field experts in, and feeling like a failure at home because once again, my body failed me and we won’t be holding that very-much wanted and already loved second baby in our arms in May.
Also, there’s an orb spider the size of my left foot that’s made an enormous web on our sliding glass doors to the deck of our house, and I’m pretty sure it wants to eat my face. Every time I walk by the doors, it puts up the front two legs like it’s auditioning for Rocky 22: Spider Boogaloo. I know they’re harmless, but this one is gunning for me. I’m not going to wait for it to bite my nose off or lay an egg sac in my ear while I’m sleeping. She’s going down.
I hate fall, and I’m tired of people waxing poetic about it. Fall is just pre-winter, and it sucks. I hate closing the windows, I hate packing up sandals and sundresses, I hate watching the leaves die, and I HATE PUMPKIN. Oh yeah, I said it. Pumpkin is vile. Pumpkin is the pus from Satan’s boils. Pumpkin is the harbinger of six months spent indoors, and all right-thinking people should despise it, not make me gag on the smell of it in every coffee shop. Fuck pumpkin.
Is it REALLY necessary for stores to start putting out Christmas decorations, etc., well before Halloween? Craft stores (Michaels, etc.) get a pass on that, since one does need lead time for a Christmas project, but your ordinary drugstore, grocery store, etc. could have the decency to finish one holiday before pushing the next (Thanksgiving seems to be getting lost in the Christmas greed-fest).
It would also be nice if, when the link in question actually takes you to a map and the location is in a big city, the nearest subway stations/bus lines were either shown in the map or listed. Apparently the notion that “the immense majority of the planet doesn’t know the local transportation network by heart” is as lost on some people as that of “most of the people in the world don’t live here (hallellujah!)”
Then again, one of the cities where I run into that often has a public transportation network which claims there are no bus routes to the airport… (there are, but not from the Big City).
In January, the boyfriend and I went to visit his cousin. She is the owner of The Most Amazing Couch In The Entire World. Seriously, it’s beyond fantastic. Honest. It’s comfy. Each corner piece fits two people, and you can arrange the pieces in all sorts of ways. If you buy a fourth corner piece, you can push it into a big rounded square, and four full-sized, ridiculously drunk adults can lay on it in perfect contentment. So about two weeks later, we went to the furniture store to order said MACITEW. They said it would be March before we got it, since it was on backorder. Ok, not a problem.
March comes along, we go to Canada for a work conference/vacation. While there, we get a call from the furniture store letting us know that there’s a delay. It will now be April before the couch is available, but they’re willing to comp the delivery charge. Since we reallyreallyreally want our own MACITEW, we agree.
Then it’s May. Then it’s June, and at that point we realize that this is ridiculous (plus we’ve been paying interest on the credit card since January for this purchase), so we cancel the order. About three weeks later, the furniture company declares bankruptcy.
A few weeks ago, I found TMACITEW on the Sears website. Much excitement ensures. Try to order it; out of stock. Call up their rep, who says they have no way of knowing when the item will come in, but if it’s on the website it’s 99.9999999999% likely that it will be available soon.
Two weeks later, it gets taken down off the website. :mad::mad::mad::mad:
I WANT THIS COUCH. BOYFRIEND WANTS THIS COUCH. WE DON’T WANT ANY OTHER COUCH BUT THIS ONE. WHY WON’T SOMEONE SELL IT TO US???
Dear whoever it is who designs the PowerPoint for Sunday church services:
Sit in the Choir Loft and try to read it sometime!
Since we got the new projectors, I feel like you’ve been putting more words on a slide, and that’s good (less flipping around trying to match the screen with the worship team), but it makes it harder for the choir–and I think it matters more sometimes to the congregation if the choir can read the words than if they can.
And today–that background was just too busy.
(note: I did in fact submit an even mini-er version of this rant on the back of my attendance card–which really shows how mad I was).
Why the FUCK would you put a plastic tray in our oven, cleaning person? WHY??? And then you don’t tell me?? Guess what?? Yeah, I turned on the stove only to realize that there was horrible smell and a horrible plasticy mess.
I went to the store, and found a bag of some hard-to-find favourite chocolates. I spent a lot of money on them. I got home, opened the bag, and spilled most of the chocolates on the floor.
This mini-rant is hereby canceled. My wedding ring has turned up and is wobbling around loosely on my finger as we speak.
Where was it, you ask? It was in the bottom of one of my insulated grocery bags. Mrs. Chef spotted it as we were loading up some frozen stuff at the store yesterday.
So I’d like to thank the silver temp ring I’ve been wearing for keeping all the single women of Dallas from having any false hope.
Oh, and here’s a new mini-rant to take the place of the above one: Friday night Mrs. Chef and I went out for a nice dinner to celebrate our 21st wedding anniversary, and while the appetizer and the soup (and Mrs. Chef’s entree) were eye-rolling-back-in-the-head-ingly scrumptious, my entree was just good enough to make me sad that it wasn’t better. I ordered mussels, and all signs pointed to a dish that just hadn’t been cooked quite long enough. The alcohol hadn’t had time to cook out of the broth, leaving it with a harsh bite, and the mirepoix was still crunchy. As for the mussels themselves, too many of them were barely open and had to be wrestled with – not conducive to suave anniversary moves – and one of them turned out to be so undercooked that it slithered in the shell like a booger. Horf!
Yup. In hellmart yesterday, walked around a corner and my husband actually yelled, “OH NUH UH!!”
After getting over the initial shock of somebody suddenly yelling, the people around us all somberly nodded their heads and said, “Yeeeeaaaah.”
Why do they do this if it seems that the only reactions to this practice from the hoi polloi is on a sliding scale that only goes from disturbed apathy to hot fire outrage?!
There are doohickeys that you can buy to put on a ring and make it a bit smaller. They come in gold and silvertone, and when worn with the doohickey turned towards the palm side of the finger, are invisible. Much cheaper than getting a ring resized, especially if you’re not done losing weight. I found these while looking for ring resizers, but I’ve never tried that brand.
Alternate method: go to a hardware store, get an appropriate width of some kind of semi-firm plastic tubing (aquarium-style), and get them to cut the shortest length they’ll give you. Then just cut a short snippet of hose off and slit it down its length, and you have one of those.
