Just moved in to my new place, and it’s really great compared to my old place. But, there are some… weirdnesses that don’t reflect how real people live.
Like, I have a pedestal sink in my bathroom. Okay, nice design element. Except that there are two pre-carved… soap indentations?.. on either side of the sink. That are inclined toward the basin of the sink. Looks really cute. Makes the sink completely unusable exept as a sink. Where am I supposed to put a toothbrush holder?
No medicine cabinet, just a mirror on the wall. Okaaayyyy… where am I supposed to put my everyday grooming stuff? Like, q-tips? Make-up? Brush and comb? Floss, for god’s sake? Deodorant?
I guess I’ll have to build a shelf above the sink? Or get a small, tall table to put next to the sink? Kind of ruins the aesthetic of the pedestal sink, but then, a pedestal sink is not workable in real life!
There is also only one outlet in my kitchen. One. Now, there is an empty wall in my kitchen (built into which is the smallest pantry known to man. Only elves - and single women, I guess - are ok with a pantry that tiny). Big open, blank canvas just begging for an outlet! Nope. Just one lonely outlet in the backsplash above a counter…
Oh, one more thing. I have four 22x22x22 cabinets, two up and two down. The ones up, as per normal, have three shelves. The ones below? Just big cavernous spaces. Ooookaaaay… I guess I’m supposed to put all my pots and pans in a big pile? Same with all my tupperware in the other cabinet? There’s a good 11 inches above my piles of pans going unused! I need an adjustable shelf, people! At least one! Per cabinet! Even a half shelf would be helpful. I guess I’m going to have to build one or buy one…
It looks like you’re going to be doing some shopping at Ikea.
Speaking about the single outlet (in a kitchen? that is weird), we have one phone jack in our entire upstairs. Our phone is cordless so no big problem, but the base can only be one place (on my kitchen counter), when I’d rather have it somewhere else.
We have that over here too (although I didn’t think the ads were from Dettol - maybe I’m misremembering, or maybe another company markets the gizmo over here). First time I saw the ad I started laughing! :eek::):p:D
Get a cordless phone that comes with 2 or 3 cordless extensions. Mine has a base connected to a phone jack and to power that charges one cordless phone and provides the signal and has a second base that only connects to power that charges the other cordless phone. I did notice a set of 3 phones last time I was shopping - the displays are going wonky on my current 2 phones, so I’ll probably very soon switch to the set of 3 for increased convenience.
If someone is being irrational, and you KNOW they are being irrational, WHY do you have to start an argument over it as if you think you can prove to them how superior your logic is? Especially AT THE DINNER TABLE ON FATHER’S DAY
What’s pissing me off today? The fact that every effort I make to try to improve my life founders on my mood and energy swings. That I think, feel and behave exactly like a meth addict, only I don’t actually do drugs. That I have rare periods of normality where I can see how screwed up I am before sinking back into the swamp of disfunctionalism.
That my being 90 lbs overweight is testament to my lifelong attempts to medicate myself with food. That having given up sugar and wheat in an attempt to change this, I literally went through withdrawl for a week. That I am now stuck in an unending “dry drunk” phase where I am depressed, have no energy, and am now as brain-fogged as if in the early stages of dementia, when I’m not suffering fits of almost psychotic irritability. That if I give in to the temptation to eat sugar and white bread again I know I will feel great for about three days, then go back to the way I’ve been.
Lumpy, I don’t have a clue as to how compatible this is with your current financial/health insurance coverage status, but have you considered addressing these concerns with a doctor?
Damn it body, I have been fighting to get those 3 pounds off, and then you go and put them all back on in 3 days.
Damn it squirrels, stop being caught by my dog. It’s a mess, and it’s not like there aren’t 300 trees around here that you can climb up and be safe in. I mean, come on, he is not the world’s fastest most tree climbin’est dog. Get in the game.
Damn it people I met yesterday for ten minutes, stop adding me on Facebook. I only have 90 or so friends on there, so it’s obvious that I have higher standards than you for being added. I love feeling popular and waking up with 7 or so requests, but honestly, if I had liked any of you I would have messaged you myself or found another way to contact you.
Got an e-mail this morning – on my work account – from an acquaintance who is applying for a job with my employer and says he “would like you to recommend me.” Doesn’t ask me; he tells me. I hardly know this guy and haven’t seen him in five years. I know nothing of his educational background; I know where he used to work 10 years ago but I don’t know what he did there.
He goes on to give me his busy schedule and instructs me to “do please call me in the morning to discuss this.”
Waaah! We’re going to take our baseball team and leave if you don’t build us a new stadium. And screw you St. Pete, first you name the team “Tampa Bay” so everyone thinks it’s based in Tampa and now we’ll move out of St. Pete to anywhere in the bay area so basically it won’t be your team anymore anyway because we’re big whiny babies who think we should have a shiny new stadium just because we won a few games. But they’re stuck here for 17 more years or until they find a loophole.
My idiot niece still owes her parents about $800 for a bunch of phone calls she made last year.
I don’t think she ever paid them back, but she did manage to lend $800 to some guy that she met online who lives in some other state. I don’t know if this is the same one that she is “in a relationship with” or if it’s one of the gazillion other “friends” she’s made online.
She spent most of yesterday texting or yelling at him on her cell phone and trying to make him pay her back.
Single woman, here. (Well, okay, unmarried and living alone.) I’d spooge my pants over an honest-to-god pantry.
No, you’re supposed to use them to store all your stockpots and large appliances. So go buy some! (Or else there were shelves and a previous tenant removed them? Check for holes along the sides–if you see some, check with the apartment manager to see if they might have extras. Assuming this is an apartment, anyway.)
People that don’t know the difference between “pixellated” (i.e. with visible pixels, or an image that has been disguised with a blocky pattern), and “pixilated” (i.e. away with the fairies). Yes I know your spellchecker probably doesn’t recognise the former and will try to replace it with the latter, but it means something totally different, so don’t let it.
Look asshole, if you want a response, don’t say “I don’t want you to respond.”
It’s not like my response would make a damn bit of difference anyway, because you have absolutely no listening skills whatsoever, and trying to convey information to you is like talking to the wind. In one ear and out the other would be an improvement; I’m pretty sure it doesn’t make it into an ear in the first place. You have no attention span. You have no ability to take in new information. And on the rare occasion that a fact or idea does manage to work its way into your skull, you are incapable of synthesizing the information or adapting to it.
At least when you say flat out that you have no interest in paying attention, it saves me the time it would take to bother to try and break things down to a level that you might be capable of understanding. But following it up with one of your stock “someone told me this is what active listeners say” phrases is just annoying. No, I don’t want to say anything; you aren’t worth the oxygen.
