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Gym Irritation
Once, just once I would like to go to the gym and work out without having to "clean up" after somebody. This is probably a petty complaint, but why after most guys stack a ton of weight on a bar or Hammer Strength machine finish using it, they decide it's cool for somebody else to take the weight off if they want to use it next? It's as if they mustn't expend any more energy than required to lift these mammoth amounts of weight during their workout and anything extra, well that's the next person's problem. Never mind that the next guy or girl probably is going to lift less than half of what is on the bar... I swear the gym should force the lazy to hire a "gym caddy". You know, somebody to un-rack all of the weight that your local resident meathead somehow had the energy to put on the bar in the first place.
Sometimes Its The Little Things That Irritate Me Most
Had to go to town today as I had stated in an earlier post. I waited for mom to come home from bingo so I could take the car. As I'm gathering my LIST for what I need she informs me she is coming along ...... she needs a few things as well. Of course this just delighted me no end. ***said with as much sarcasm as she can muster***
On the way over she asks if I have had lunch. No. Well, my treat lets go to the soup kitchen. Its a tiny little whole in the wall place that we love. Great homemade soups but lots of different sandwiches and wraps and other good stuff too. We will eat there several time a month when she and I go into town together. So I say sure.
Having been a food server (waitress) I am always very polite and clear and precise and slow in my ordering.
Counter Clerk: Hi, what are you having today?
Me: An enchilada plate, beef ..... w/ garlic ranch on the side for the salad. And an ice water. I wait as she finishes writing ice water. Then I'd like a Southwest Wrap. With chicken, please. Garlic ranch dressing. And an extra garlic ranch on the side. Med. diet Pepsi. She gets our drinks and our table number, charges me for the food and I go sit with mom at the table to wait.
Server girl: Ok, who is having the enchilada?
Me: pointing towards mom ..... over there ......
Server girl: And here is your wrap.
Me: um, I had ordered an extra side of the garlic ranch
Server girl: Well, that is an extra $.45 plus tax.
Me: I ordered it already and had assumed I'd paid for it.
Server girl: Its not on the ticket.
Me: pulling change from my wallet ..... here is $.55, please get me the extra garlic ranch
Server girl: ***sighing*** I'll be right back.
And off she goes. A minute or two goes by as I wait.
Server girl: Here it is. You do realize that there is dressing on the inside of the wrap?
Me: Yeah, I do. I like extra. We eat here regularly and I do this every time.
Server girl: ***staring***
Me: Is that a problem? I paid for it, right? And I didn't even get a full little cup, you filled it half way.
Server girl: Here is your money back. You had already paid for it.
Me: Thanks ..... you can go now .... away .....
If a customer asks for something specifically ..... it is up to the server person to decide whether or not they should have it? WTF?
Then:
Mom: You are coming back right?
Me: Coming back? To bingo?
Mom: Yes.
Me: No. Not a chance.
Mom: Some of them asked today and I told them you probably would.
Me: Well, guess you told them wrong then, huh?
Mom: Why?
Me: Mom .... do you not get it. Did you not see me getting shooed away like a freaking fly? And then ignored and then told to mind my own business as the OLD bingo committee decided how things were going to be done? Did you miss that?
Mom: No. But Betty admits she is a bitch. (now for my mom to say bitch ... lol)
Me: And does that make this all ok? Guess what? I'm a bitch too. And do you realize mom I told Linda to fuck off.
***moms eyes are huge now***
Me: Yes, I did. I told her to fuck off. And I meant it. I think very little of your bingo crowd. Very little.
***mom blinking away tears***
Mom: Ok, you should call Mary and tell her. She is home now.
Me: All right, I'll call her. I'm sorry. But I'm a human being with feelings, k? And there has not been one time since I've started helping where they have not gotten in my face about something ..... and its not what I signed up for. Sorry.
Mom: Ok.
Me: You, know ..... if Betty N. writes me a letter of apology, and then stands up at the next Monday bingo and publicly apologizes, I might come back. But the self proclaimed bitch won't do that, so I won't be back. And even if she did, no guarantees.
Mom: Ok.
Quietness pretty much the whole rest of the afternoon. I feel horrible. But then again I don't want to put up with those women anymore. I feel really bad for Mary, she is the only one with any sense and we get along fine. But the rest of them .... Betty N. ..... need to just stay away. They make Monday night bingo a joke. A fiasco.
So, I spent most the afternoon with my feathers ruffled ...... and am now wishing like hell I had a beer or ten. Or twelve.
Peace. J.
On the way over she asks if I have had lunch. No. Well, my treat lets go to the soup kitchen. Its a tiny little whole in the wall place that we love. Great homemade soups but lots of different sandwiches and wraps and other good stuff too. We will eat there several time a month when she and I go into town together. So I say sure.
Having been a food server (waitress) I am always very polite and clear and precise and slow in my ordering.
Counter Clerk: Hi, what are you having today?
Me: An enchilada plate, beef ..... w/ garlic ranch on the side for the salad. And an ice water. I wait as she finishes writing ice water. Then I'd like a Southwest Wrap. With chicken, please. Garlic ranch dressing. And an extra garlic ranch on the side. Med. diet Pepsi. She gets our drinks and our table number, charges me for the food and I go sit with mom at the table to wait.
Server girl: Ok, who is having the enchilada?
Me: pointing towards mom ..... over there ......
Server girl: And here is your wrap.
Me: um, I had ordered an extra side of the garlic ranch
Server girl: Well, that is an extra $.45 plus tax.
Me: I ordered it already and had assumed I'd paid for it.
Server girl: Its not on the ticket.
Me: pulling change from my wallet ..... here is $.55, please get me the extra garlic ranch
Server girl: ***sighing*** I'll be right back.
And off she goes. A minute or two goes by as I wait.
Server girl: Here it is. You do realize that there is dressing on the inside of the wrap?
Me: Yeah, I do. I like extra. We eat here regularly and I do this every time.
Server girl: ***staring***
Me: Is that a problem? I paid for it, right? And I didn't even get a full little cup, you filled it half way.
Server girl: Here is your money back. You had already paid for it.
Me: Thanks ..... you can go now .... away .....
If a customer asks for something specifically ..... it is up to the server person to decide whether or not they should have it? WTF?
Then:
Mom: You are coming back right?
Me: Coming back? To bingo?
Mom: Yes.
Me: No. Not a chance.
Mom: Some of them asked today and I told them you probably would.
Me: Well, guess you told them wrong then, huh?
Mom: Why?
Me: Mom .... do you not get it. Did you not see me getting shooed away like a freaking fly? And then ignored and then told to mind my own business as the OLD bingo committee decided how things were going to be done? Did you miss that?
Mom: No. But Betty admits she is a bitch. (now for my mom to say bitch ... lol)
Me: And does that make this all ok? Guess what? I'm a bitch too. And do you realize mom I told Linda to fuck off.
***moms eyes are huge now***
Me: Yes, I did. I told her to fuck off. And I meant it. I think very little of your bingo crowd. Very little.
***mom blinking away tears***
Mom: Ok, you should call Mary and tell her. She is home now.
Me: All right, I'll call her. I'm sorry. But I'm a human being with feelings, k? And there has not been one time since I've started helping where they have not gotten in my face about something ..... and its not what I signed up for. Sorry.
Mom: Ok.
Me: You, know ..... if Betty N. writes me a letter of apology, and then stands up at the next Monday bingo and publicly apologizes, I might come back. But the self proclaimed bitch won't do that, so I won't be back. And even if she did, no guarantees.
Mom: Ok.
Quietness pretty much the whole rest of the afternoon. I feel horrible. But then again I don't want to put up with those women anymore. I feel really bad for Mary, she is the only one with any sense and we get along fine. But the rest of them .... Betty N. ..... need to just stay away. They make Monday night bingo a joke. A fiasco.
So, I spent most the afternoon with my feathers ruffled ...... and am now wishing like hell I had a beer or ten. Or twelve.
Peace. J.
What the freak man?
Mindsay is still giving me issues...anyone else having problems?
Like not people able to post comments, etc...
Midnight Meltdown
I pretty much lost my mind last night. Threw a vase..which broke of course. It missed the window but hit the edge of the sill and broke a piece of wood off. The vase had a lot of little marble like glass decorations in it which went everywhere of course. It also had some old flower petals and shells. It made a huge mess. While trying to clean that up I got more frustrated and irritated and knocked over the little shelf that had my little pots of plants started in them. And some candle holders and a few other knickknacks. Most of the things were fine except for one candle holder top that broke. The plants went everywhere:( some had dirt on their roots still but some didn't. At that point I realized I was totally nuts. And just stopped for a few minutes and went and got R to help. The plants are now back in their pots and hopefully will recover. They are all mixed up now and I have no idea which is which. Thats not a problem if they keep growing cause it will show eventually. The rest of the mess is almost cleaned up now.
I talked to a friend of mine who has always had a temper problem. He told me that when I start getting frustrated or irritated or downright angry to sit down and write it out. Sounds like a good idea. Hopefully I will remember when I need to.
I talked to a friend of mine who has always had a temper problem. He told me that when I start getting frustrated or irritated or downright angry to sit down and write it out. Sounds like a good idea. Hopefully I will remember when I need to.
i cudda been a contender or at least a method actor.
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you know I have come to believe that you get out of things what you put into them. and so if you let the recent persian drama get to your innards you need to take a deep breath and count backwards from 25. This blahging thang is supposed to be fun so don't let some cyber bully get your tummy in knots and lose touch with other people ( especially the women here- who are terrific).
Use the mindsay block feature. it is found at "my account" and it prevents any user you chose from seeing your blog or responding to it. and you cant see theirs. which is a good idea because reading some of these will just raise your BP. It's like TV news, I have not watched it since the watergate hearings and my blood pressure is 90 over 70. And don't anyone send me any more comments about how nasty they are being- I dont give a shit. okay?
While we are discussing health. Wear SPF 30 all the time, stop or never start smoking, eat plenty of plants and you too can be happy healthy and calmer.
See? my meditation practice is working.
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