Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Mugs at Work
How often do you wash your mug at work?
And when you wash it, do you use soap?
I've been making observations, and I am disturbed. Most people that I know just throw away their leftover coffee or tea from the previous day, maybe rinse the mug with water and refills. So if their mugs are white or light colored, you can see the stains that have settled in. Gross.
I on the other hand, wash my mug everyday. I try to do it before I leave work. If I leave in a hurry, I wash it the next morning. My mug is white and pristine. No rings of stains here. Not only do I wash it everyday, I wash it with dish soap. And I don't like to use the communal sponge so I use a tiny piece of paper towel instead. (I know, I'm killing trees, but it's for a good cause. My mental sanity.)
So am I like OCD crazy? Or are people I am surrounded by dirty people?
PS - Do you wash your underwear before you wear it for the first time? I thought everyone did, but apparently some people do not...
And when you wash it, do you use soap?
I've been making observations, and I am disturbed. Most people that I know just throw away their leftover coffee or tea from the previous day, maybe rinse the mug with water and refills. So if their mugs are white or light colored, you can see the stains that have settled in. Gross.
I on the other hand, wash my mug everyday. I try to do it before I leave work. If I leave in a hurry, I wash it the next morning. My mug is white and pristine. No rings of stains here. Not only do I wash it everyday, I wash it with dish soap. And I don't like to use the communal sponge so I use a tiny piece of paper towel instead. (I know, I'm killing trees, but it's for a good cause. My mental sanity.)
So am I like OCD crazy? Or are people I am surrounded by dirty people?
PS - Do you wash your underwear before you wear it for the first time? I thought everyone did, but apparently some people do not...
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Crazy?
I just realized this morning that I talk to animals a lot. Some people talk to themselves, some to computers, and I think most "normal" people just talk to other humans. I talk to animals. I guess I talk to myself about animals too... Like "aww, birdie!"
I have not talked to a single human being in person yet this morning, but have spoken to 2 animals already. The little chipmunk that decided to run across the alley in front of my car got "go, go, go, go.... no, stay, don't come back!". The bunny right outside my work and I had a full blown conversation (sort of).
Bunny: "..."
Me: "Aww, bunny."
Bunny: "..." (very tense looking)
Me: "Don't be scared. It's ok. I won't hurt you."
Bunny: "..." (fixing to run like hell)
Me: "You don't have to move. I won't catch you."
Bunny: "..." (hopping away)
Me: "You don't have to go so far..."
So who thinks this is a crazy person's behavior?
I have not talked to a single human being in person yet this morning, but have spoken to 2 animals already. The little chipmunk that decided to run across the alley in front of my car got "go, go, go, go.... no, stay, don't come back!". The bunny right outside my work and I had a full blown conversation (sort of).
Bunny: "..."
Me: "Aww, bunny."
Bunny: "..." (very tense looking)
Me: "Don't be scared. It's ok. I won't hurt you."
Bunny: "..." (fixing to run like hell)
Me: "You don't have to move. I won't catch you."
Bunny: "..." (hopping away)
Me: "You don't have to go so far..."
So who thinks this is a crazy person's behavior?
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Could have been DOOM day
Yesterday, I called Bellanina Day Spa hoping to get an appointment for a bikini wax sometime next week or the week after that. To my HORROR, I found out that my esthetician lady's last day is this Saturday!!! You don't understand. I love this lady. I mean she pretties up my coochie.
So I squeezed in an appointment today during lunch. I was going to ask her to recommend someone for me. But then she told me that she can still perform the same services (twss), but she'll be working at Middlebelt Laser, which I guess is in Livonia. Shit. I'll go to Livonia for that.
Ok, so I imagine most of you who are reading this pretty much has a "wtf" look to your face right now and thinking just that. Sorry!
So I squeezed in an appointment today during lunch. I was going to ask her to recommend someone for me. But then she told me that she can still perform the same services (twss), but she'll be working at Middlebelt Laser, which I guess is in Livonia. Shit. I'll go to Livonia for that.
Ok, so I imagine most of you who are reading this pretty much has a "wtf" look to your face right now and thinking just that. Sorry!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
ZOMG UPS SUCKS ASS
ARRRRGGGGGHHHHH.
UPS SUCKS. Here's my work of art illustrating how frustrated I am at them. Beautifully done, I must add. I'll give you a nickel (that I found the other day) to the first person who can figure out what tool I used to create my fabulous artwork.
Ok. So, let, me, tell, you.
I don't know what's wrong with the friggin' driver that delivers to my building. I've had problems with this individual before. Not leaving me InfoNotices, then leaving one with no name or apartment number, and finally trying to combine 2 packages into 1 InfoNotice which confused the shit out the other employees. This time I'm really pissed because I now have to make an extra trip out to Ypsi-tucky.
Yesterday, I come home to find yet another InfoNotice carelessly stuck on top of another which was for my neighbor. So I looked at both of them. Although there is a space where this person could have put the name of the intended recipient, this fucker is way too lazy for that. At least this time the apartment numbers were scribbled on them. Naturally, I take the one that says "2" which is my apartment number and left the one that says "7" on the door.
So I went online and chose "Will Call". Which meant I can go to the shitty shack between 10 AM - 6 PM to pick up my package. So I go there during my lunch hour with my InfoNotice and a print out of my Will Call Confirmation. The dude checks my ID and everything and what do I get? My frickin' neighbor's package. Fanta-fucking-tastic. After finagling around on the computer, the dude tells me that MY package is "out for delivery". So what's his solution; "come back between 8-8:30 PM and we'll have the package for you here". As if he's doing me a favor.
I'm just looking forward to this one... They didn't give me a new tracking number or anything. I didn't receive a single apology from these losers. I would actually be SHOCKED if they have my package there and they'll actually let me take it home with me.
Moral of the story? FUCK UPS.
The end. (For now.)
UPS SUCKS. Here's my work of art illustrating how frustrated I am at them. Beautifully done, I must add. I'll give you a nickel (that I found the other day) to the first person who can figure out what tool I used to create my fabulous artwork.
Ok. So, let, me, tell, you.
I don't know what's wrong with the friggin' driver that delivers to my building. I've had problems with this individual before. Not leaving me InfoNotices, then leaving one with no name or apartment number, and finally trying to combine 2 packages into 1 InfoNotice which confused the shit out the other employees. This time I'm really pissed because I now have to make an extra trip out to Ypsi-tucky.
Yesterday, I come home to find yet another InfoNotice carelessly stuck on top of another which was for my neighbor. So I looked at both of them. Although there is a space where this person could have put the name of the intended recipient, this fucker is way too lazy for that. At least this time the apartment numbers were scribbled on them. Naturally, I take the one that says "2" which is my apartment number and left the one that says "7" on the door.
So I went online and chose "Will Call". Which meant I can go to the shitty shack between 10 AM - 6 PM to pick up my package. So I go there during my lunch hour with my InfoNotice and a print out of my Will Call Confirmation. The dude checks my ID and everything and what do I get? My frickin' neighbor's package. Fanta-fucking-tastic. After finagling around on the computer, the dude tells me that MY package is "out for delivery". So what's his solution; "come back between 8-8:30 PM and we'll have the package for you here". As if he's doing me a favor.
I'm just looking forward to this one... They didn't give me a new tracking number or anything. I didn't receive a single apology from these losers. I would actually be SHOCKED if they have my package there and they'll actually let me take it home with me.
Moral of the story? FUCK UPS.
The end. (For now.)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Moar Bruises
So I haven't done a real blog post in a while. I've been lazy and was letting my fascinating photos do all the talking. Not that this post is going to be all that interesting, but I'm putting some effort into it. I mean I'm typing on a compuder here, not on my cell phone!!!
This past weekend, our lovely friend HG invited a few of us to her family's lake house. Good times. Summary of the weekend: drinking + pontooning. The combination resulted in some debaucherous activities and injuries. Let's just say you had to be there to fully enjoy the activities. I will talk about the injuries.
Our friend SS had all kinds of gashes on his arms and he burned his finger. Oh yeah, we had fire. On an island where we were stranded for what felt like hours but it was only an hour. It was just like LOST, as HG would say...
Anyway, I just want to brag about my bruises. I found out recently that I bruise easily. Or I have a super high threshold for pain because I never know how I get these bruises. Or I just do too many activities drunk. Who knows. But our wise friend AS once said "bitches bruise to easily".
Check them out! They're on my right outer thigh and on my right knee. One of my friends told me that I've outdone myself. Oh, the cell phone is for scale. I want you to get a good idea of how battered I look. I got them while I was trying to get back on the pontoon without using the ladder. Needless to say, I had a few drinks.
I rock at bruises.
This past weekend, our lovely friend HG invited a few of us to her family's lake house. Good times. Summary of the weekend: drinking + pontooning. The combination resulted in some debaucherous activities and injuries. Let's just say you had to be there to fully enjoy the activities. I will talk about the injuries.
Our friend SS had all kinds of gashes on his arms and he burned his finger. Oh yeah, we had fire. On an island where we were stranded for what felt like hours but it was only an hour. It was just like LOST, as HG would say...
Anyway, I just want to brag about my bruises. I found out recently that I bruise easily. Or I have a super high threshold for pain because I never know how I get these bruises. Or I just do too many activities drunk. Who knows. But our wise friend AS once said "bitches bruise to easily".
Check them out! They're on my right outer thigh and on my right knee. One of my friends told me that I've outdone myself. Oh, the cell phone is for scale. I want you to get a good idea of how battered I look. I got them while I was trying to get back on the pontoon without using the ladder. Needless to say, I had a few drinks.
I rock at bruises.
NYC - Circle Line Cruise
NYC - Circle Line Cruise
Originally uploaded by retardita
I'm just testing this new TECHNOLOGIEZ here. I can Photoblog straight from my flickr photo stream? Really? That's pretty frickin' awesome.
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