Complaining @ MindSay

I have been in a funk for the last few days, my last Doctor visit really was the kicker to my temperament. Over the last few years, I have lost 1 inch in height, another side effect of getting a few years on one self. He had a bone density scan taken and the results were yours truly has osteoporosis. The results more vitamins to take, more scheduled blood test and a follow up bone density scan in one year. Now I have to be careful not to fall, this curtails a lot of my physical activity. Looks like I will have to engage someone to paint my house, and a few other miscellaneous items. Whom every said ageing leads into the golden years should kiss off, they do not have to contend with ones body falling apart. 

 

 

 

As the Wife would say, tuck it in and truck on down the road, you got out of bed this morning, so be thankful.

 

 You all have a good weekend and take care   

 

 

 

Dear eBay asshole

I am sorry that your machine you won from me on ebay for a value 1/10 it’s retail value did not arrive within three days of your paying. Although I charged you $20 for shipping I learned that parcel post cost 28. and absorbed the cost myself and shipped it the first day the post  office was open after you had paid.

 

I am also that the machine is not what you expected. I was not aware that it had a small chip of plastic missing from the back which in no way whatsoever affects the workings of the machine and I resent slightly your accusation that I knowingly sold you defective goods. I wish you were willing to photograph the area but I understand  that you “just can’t be bothered anymore”. And I understand that you just want me to refund your money immediately via paypal despite my knowing if maybe you even broke the machine yourself while unpacking it.

 

So I guess if you are going to file a formal complaint because the item is not as described (the guidelines state SIGNIFICANTLY different than described) you are just going to have to file because I do not intend to magically make this situation better for you without your active and polite cooperation.

 

Yours truly, the ebay seller

            I’ve read a lot of rants in this newspaper about the amount of noise, clutter, and general inconvenience from all the construction going on around campus.  I too have muttered under my breath about having to walk out of my way to get around a construction barrier...but I wonder how many of us, when we’re sitting in our nice, air-conditioned classrooms and complaining about all the noise the guys working on the roof are making, even give a thought to how those guys feels up there in 90-plus degree heat, just working hard, trying to keep that roof from crashing in on our heads someday.  Probably not that many.

            From changing light bulbs, emptying trashcans, and unstopping toilets to digging ditches and laying pipe, and putting new roofs on buildings, the men and women of Facilities Services keep this school running, and we just take them for granted.

            There isn’t a fellow on this campus, myself included, who hasn’t experienced poor aim in the bathroom from time to time.  (I hope this isn’t an issue for the ladies).  We don’t have the wherewithal to wrap a wad of toilet paper around our hand and wipe it up, and, other than those too lazy to even consider that to begin with, it’s probably because there’s evidence another lousy shot was there before us.  We just correctly assume someone is going to come along behind us and clean up our filth.

            In the wintertime, after a freezing rain, it’s not the salt fairies who come along to clean off the sidewalks and steps so we don’t bruise our buns...or worse.  A human being was out there in the freezing cold, breaking his back to keep us from breaking ours.

            We need to think about these things the next time we’re griping.

            The men and women of Facilities Services provide a clean environment for us around our campus and in our buildings; they keep us cool when it’s hot out and warm when it’s cold; they keep us safe from faulty wiring, busted pipes, and falling plaster.

            Is it too much to ask to say thanks?  I’m sure they don’t expect it, but I bet they’d appreciate hearing it once in a while instead of a lot of complaining.

 

© 2007 by J.D. Lewis

Apparently it's time to blog.

There isn't too much to report (other than a frakin' huge spider jumped up at me while I was trying to kill it and ended up having to send Josh in with a shoe because I wasn't about to give it another try - I HATE SPIDERS).  There's also been a few random disappointments and then life goes on (accompanied by bowls of delicious ice cream I shouldn't even be eating - but it's oh, so good.) 

Disappointment #1:  Both of my biological sisters have borne a son in the last month.  As most of you know, Tabetha had her little boy on June 3rd, then my older sister has just given birth on the 3rd of this month.  What's so disappointing about that?  I don't have mine.  I lost mine in December and he would have been born any day now.  I guess you can say that I'm extremely jealous of my sisters.  I know I don't really have the right to be, but that jealousy continues on and on, now matter how hard I try to tamp it down.  Nothing works and it sucks.  I feel like such a horrible sister, but I just can't help the way I feel.

Dissapointment #2:  I should have been done with school by now and would have been entering my externship, but nothing seems to work out the way I plan it to.  Getting sick in May hindered me more than I had originally thought it would.  Nobody is teaching the only course I need until August.  I suggested independent studies would be ideal for me, but they only shook their heads at me and said "Nope, you're too independent.  You never ask questions."  So, now I won't be finished with school until the end of August and won't be done with the externship until the end of September.  In reality, a 10 month program will have taken me a year to complete.  All because of bronchitis.

Disappointment #3:  My mom flew out here to Kansas from California and mentioned how it would be nice to celebrate the 4th of July with me.  Well, when I gave her the opportunity to join Josh and I at the farmhouse to celebrate with the rest of the Brumms, she declined by stating she was going to a casino to play bingo with my grandmother.  I even invited my grandmother.  But, no!  Winning money is more important than spending a few hours with your daughter?  Whatever!

Disappointment #4:  Joe (one of four instructors) doesn't even know my real name.  If someone asks him about me, using "Farrah Perry," he'll say "who?"  Charlie's the name he's given me and seems to be the only name he'll ever know me by.  Sad.

Disappointment #5:  I'm too withdrawn.  I still have difficulty trusting people even though I know they're completely trustworthy.  Either I don't strike up conversations because of these trust issues or I feel that I have nothing significant to say, especially if I have no knowledge on the subject.  And I rarely ever converse about politics and religion - only stirs up trouble if you ask me.  But still, why do I really hold myself aloof from others?  Now that I think of it, I'm even surprised I allowed Josh to get as close to me as he has.

Disappointment #6:  My body.  I so fricken hate my body right now because it has absolutely no idea what it wants to do.  I think I may be going through premature menopause or something.  I'm nearly six weeks late for my menstrual cycle and I'm dealing with other "pregnancy" symptoms, but get this..... I'm not pregnant!  What the hell? And that's the most depressing thing of my entire life.  I don't really feel as though I should be called "a woman" since I can't give birth to a child.  What's the sense in it, really?  I mean, the doctors might as well take out my right ovary and bury it with the left one because I:  a)  Probably can't even conceive after that last miscarriage, and b) Couldn't carry to term even if I could conceive.  Why keep something if it's not producing the results you're supposed to be receiving?

And, so, thus concludes the seemingly endless bitching and complaining.  Seriously makes me wonderful what Josh even sees in me.  All I do is complain and cry at the drop of a hate.  I'm a bitter, frigid woman.  *sigh*  I try not to be, but I was once told that "trying is dying."  I hate disappointing myself (especially with this traitorous body) and especially hate disappointing others, but who else is gonna do the job.

(Oh, and the baby is Isaiah Henry Austin, 7 pounds 14 ounces, 20 inches long.  He just came out of the incubator 'cause his lungs weren't quite developed but are better now.  His blood sugar was also pretty low for the first 24 hours.  The doctor thinks he may have juvenile diabetes.  Guess what my sister did all throughout her pregnancy:  Ate whatever the hell she wanted.  Wanna hear something even worse:  She's a nurse that worked for a pediatrician for at least 3 years.  This nephew of mine will now be referred to as Peanut).

            Did the hair stylist botch up your do at the salon?

 

            Somebody cut you off in traffic?

 

            Did the server mess up your food order at the restaurant?

 

            Not enough chocolate in your mocha?

 

            Just a little reality check, to help us stop grumbling and complaining (not that I would ever do such a thing!) and turn, instead, to thankfulness.  The Pulitzer Prize winning photo from about a decade ago, of a child trying to reach a food outpost during the famine in Sudan.