Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A borrowed one on email forwards.

My good friend Chris posted this blog today about receiving email forwards and I had to post it up here! He even shakes his fist at the end!

"I got an e-mail forward today from one of my fiancee's relatives that reminded me why I hate them so much. This e-mail violated both of my pet peeves -

1) Those ones where you "sign a petition" and pass it on to everyone in your address book don't work because...everyone has different address books! Person #12 in my address book doesn't know person #3, or even know if they signed it. So now there are multiple versions of one thing. The only way these e-mail "petition" things could conceivably work is to send it to one person at a time.

2) Research, research, RESEARCH. Guess what - if you're checking your e-mail, you're already on the internet. Do your research before telling me there's a movie about gay Jesus coming out, that cellphones will soon be assaulted by telemarketers or that the word 'picnic' is offensive to African-Americans. Google found all three of those results in about 5 seconds each.

I shake my fist at you, internet forwards!"

Hehe. Chris, you rock.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Don't be a texting whore.

I read this post over on Confessions of a Cohabitant today, and it made me think of a friend of mine who is constantly texting. All the time. Hundreds, possibly even thousands, of text messages a day. Her phone is constantly within reach, and at the longest, she'll go five minutes without texting. It's a problem.

In a bar for a friend's birthday? Texting. In a movie theater? Texting. At work? Texting. Driving? Texting.

It bugs the crap out of me.

Because she is NEVER 100% there. Not paying attention. Distracted. And it makes you feel like she doesn't really give a shit about hanging out with you. That there's always somewhere else she'd rather be.

It makes me wish that "unlimited texting" plans were never created. Maybe if it cost $45-60/day she would cut it the fuck out.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Why babies?

I hate arguing for or against having kids with people. Because I feel like there are way to many concrete, tangible reasons to NOT have kids - I like my Saturday mornings, I'd rather not wreck my body, I like my boobs where they are thanks, I don't have an extra million dollars laying around, etc.

But there are not so many reasons to list when asked "why" you want kids. What are you supposed to say, "I'm a sucker for poopy diapers and ear piercing screams?" "I heart projectile vomit?"

I mean - you've got your feelings - the desire to see what you would create, the indescribable pull to be a parent. That tug in your heart when you see a baby and know that being a mom is something you're supposed to do in your life. But when it comes to things people (read: the other sex) can relate to, the only thing you've really got is "Because I do."

I shake my fist at you, intangible reasons to wanting kids!


Just a quick one because I am super busy today catching up on my Google Reader. Oh yeah, and working.

I work 7am - 4pm.

It's an arrangement that I worked out with my boss and company when school started last September and it took me over 2 hours to get to work one morning.

A lot of my work needs to be done before noon, and I work with our East Coast office often enough that it was beneficial all around to work 7am - 4pm.

So, anyway. 7am - 4pm. I love it. I love being here early, I love working by myself, and I get SO much done before other people start trickling in around 9am. By 9:30am, I have most of my daily crap done and am available for the troubleshooting that is the majority of my job lately.

But the problem? Leaving at 4pm. People who don't work with me directly and know the score are always like, why the fuck does she always get to leave at 4pm? I have to be here till after 6pm!

BECAUSE I GET HERE THREE HOURS BEFORE YOU DO. That's why. Mind your own damn business. Don't be all giving me stink eye because I made an arrangement that works for me and everyone I deal with directly!

It bugs me SO much. You don't know what arrangements I have. You don't know my life!