This post goes along with the previous one.
Along with calling someone right after emailing them, it's also annoying when someone emails you telling you to call them. Really? How hard is it to just call that person yourself? Is this a power thing? And if they don't have your number, but you have theirs, wouldn't it make more sense for them to ask you for your number so that they can talk to you?
Weird.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Work etiquette
There are a lot of things I didn't know and have newly found out. I learned you're supposed to tip the housekeeper at a hotel. I learned that most children are tone deaf and people still find it endearing when they "sing". I learned a little bit of ram goes a long way to fix a slow computer.
And there are similarly many things that I've just known because it's sort of obvious. I know that it's not polite or nice to tail gate someone. I know that you should tip a waitress/waiter at least 20%. And I know that you're not supposed to call someone immediately after emailing them to talk about said email.
I admit that I've done this a few times in the past, but in retrospect, what is the point of this, beyond being OCD? One should give the recipient time to read the email (or ignore it, whichever) before calling for a follow-up. It's just obnoxious otherwise.
Some people don't subscribe to this protocol. I think that's a little sad.
And there are similarly many things that I've just known because it's sort of obvious. I know that it's not polite or nice to tail gate someone. I know that you should tip a waitress/waiter at least 20%. And I know that you're not supposed to call someone immediately after emailing them to talk about said email.
I admit that I've done this a few times in the past, but in retrospect, what is the point of this, beyond being OCD? One should give the recipient time to read the email (or ignore it, whichever) before calling for a follow-up. It's just obnoxious otherwise.
Some people don't subscribe to this protocol. I think that's a little sad.
Work
The other day my friend was telling me about her crap day at work she had. That got me to thinking about words and why we use them the way we do...
It's funny because of course work won't be fun. If it were, it'd be called "awesomeness". How can something called awesomeness be anything but... well, awesome?
"I gotta wake up early tomorrow and go to awesomeness."
Doesn't that just sound promising?
Hence, work is called work and not awesomeness.
It's funny because of course work won't be fun. If it were, it'd be called "awesomeness". How can something called awesomeness be anything but... well, awesome?
"I gotta wake up early tomorrow and go to awesomeness."
Doesn't that just sound promising?
Hence, work is called work and not awesomeness.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Katy Perry
Is Katy Perry actively trying to look like a marionette? And I don't know if I kissed her that I would like it.
I think it's in the eyes. It's like looking into a vortex. But she does have nice teeth.
I think it's in the eyes. It's like looking into a vortex. But she does have nice teeth.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Potbelly
So! I don't like to burn bridges, but when I do I don't look back. That said, I just looked back.
There was this dude, we'll call him Potbelly because he's got... a pot belly. Anyway, Potbelly was my friend a while ago. Things happened which I won't go into detail about here, but bottom line is he just up and stopped talking to me one day. Whatever the reason, I soon gave up on said friendship myself.
Fast forward to today and I see on a social networking site that a friend of mine has posted some pictures of him up for the world to see. Imagine my glee at seeing him looking God awful!! Yay! I literally had a big Cheshire cat smile on my face.
Potbelly looked bloated, hair a mess, clothes disheveled and wrinkled, bad skin... I couldn't have gotten better closure had I kicked him in the groin myself!
Revenge is sweet especially when it just happens by itself without involving me at all.
There was this dude, we'll call him Potbelly because he's got... a pot belly. Anyway, Potbelly was my friend a while ago. Things happened which I won't go into detail about here, but bottom line is he just up and stopped talking to me one day. Whatever the reason, I soon gave up on said friendship myself.
Fast forward to today and I see on a social networking site that a friend of mine has posted some pictures of him up for the world to see. Imagine my glee at seeing him looking God awful!! Yay! I literally had a big Cheshire cat smile on my face.
Potbelly looked bloated, hair a mess, clothes disheveled and wrinkled, bad skin... I couldn't have gotten better closure had I kicked him in the groin myself!
Revenge is sweet especially when it just happens by itself without involving me at all.
Bitches with cool blogs
My stomach is revolting on me and so I'm a prisoner of my house for a while. What better thing to do than blog? Yes, I'm sure the 2 readers I have have been waiting with bated breath for my next posting. Well, I aim to please!
I was bored earlier, so I was surfing the web and came across a blog of someone that I dislike (not just randomly either, she truly behaved like a right bitch... notice I said right before the word bitch... that's a side effect of reading a lot of British chick lit, but that's neither here nor there, so I'll stop this horrendously long aside now) and something really odd struck me.
This blog was cool... I mean if I didn't know Bitch, I would think that I'd like to meet her, perhaps hang out with her. Which got me wondering how someone could be such a cow (yes, cow, not female dog anymore... she has a cow's eyes, they are large and beautiful.. but she's a cow all the same) and still seem interesting in written word. And also, if I think her blog is cool, would she likewise think mine is cool?
Yes, I have a lot of free time on my hands, for once! And no, I'm not gonna call her blog out because I wanna live a drama-free life.
On a somewhat related note, I've also noticed how people that are otherwise the sweetest people in the world become Bill O'Reilly after getting behind the wheel. What is up with that?! They'll cut people off, not use turn signals, go 50 in the fast lane... annoying.
I was bored earlier, so I was surfing the web and came across a blog of someone that I dislike (not just randomly either, she truly behaved like a right bitch... notice I said right before the word bitch... that's a side effect of reading a lot of British chick lit, but that's neither here nor there, so I'll stop this horrendously long aside now) and something really odd struck me.
This blog was cool... I mean if I didn't know Bitch, I would think that I'd like to meet her, perhaps hang out with her. Which got me wondering how someone could be such a cow (yes, cow, not female dog anymore... she has a cow's eyes, they are large and beautiful.. but she's a cow all the same) and still seem interesting in written word. And also, if I think her blog is cool, would she likewise think mine is cool?
Yes, I have a lot of free time on my hands, for once! And no, I'm not gonna call her blog out because I wanna live a drama-free life.
On a somewhat related note, I've also noticed how people that are otherwise the sweetest people in the world become Bill O'Reilly after getting behind the wheel. What is up with that?! They'll cut people off, not use turn signals, go 50 in the fast lane... annoying.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
If I Were a Boy
So there's all this buzz about Beyonce's new song "If I Were a Boy", where her acting prowess takes shape in that she's the triflin', cheatin', no good man that's doing his woman wrong... yeah, same old same old. But it got me thinking about what I'd do if I were a boy... on with the list!
- I'd play with myself.
- I'd see how far I could make my pee go.
- I'd see how large of a parabola I could make with my pee.
- I'd have sex with a woman.
- I'd have sex with a man. (Might as well, if it's just a day, there are no consequences.)
- See if there's any difference between peeing standing up or sitting down.
- Try to pick a girl up (I bet I'd be good at it.)
- Burp loudly, fart loudly, cough loudly, sneeze loudly.
- Scratch myself.
- Have oral sex performed on me.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Annoying Action of the Day
Today's annoying action of the day occurred as I was trying to park my car in spacious parking spaces. The lot was almost full, but I found one that wasn't filled between a nondescript car and a big pickup truck. Big is an understatement. This vehicle was probably about 15 feet long, a Harley Davidson F-250 extended cab monstrosity. There is no reason on earth why a person would need such a car to drive to and from work.
Anyway, the cab was so far extended out into the street and past his parking space that I had to back up several times to try to wedge my teeny Japanese import between him and the car on the other side of me. I backed up 3 times before giving up because there were 2 cars behind me waiting to park and I figured my own ineptitude was inconveniencing them (a concern that Mr Pick Up did not consider).
What I wanted to do: Stick a post-it note "Thank you for being an a-hole." or "Thank you for furthering global warming." or "Are you over-compensating for your small penis, your height, or both?" I think the last one is best and most accurate.
What I did: As said before, I just parked in another spot and left.
Anyway, the cab was so far extended out into the street and past his parking space that I had to back up several times to try to wedge my teeny Japanese import between him and the car on the other side of me. I backed up 3 times before giving up because there were 2 cars behind me waiting to park and I figured my own ineptitude was inconveniencing them (a concern that Mr Pick Up did not consider).
What I wanted to do: Stick a post-it note "Thank you for being an a-hole." or "Thank you for furthering global warming." or "Are you over-compensating for your small penis, your height, or both?" I think the last one is best and most accurate.
What I did: As said before, I just parked in another spot and left.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Annoying Action of the Day
So today's annoying action of the day occurred when a rather obtuse lady was walking waddling in front of me, about 3 feet, and opened the door just enough to squeeze through it before it subsequently slammed in my face.
What I wanted to do: Say, "Thanks bitch. Don't be rude to random people just because your own hellish life sucks."
What I did: Rolled my eyes, made a face, opened the door and went on my merry way.
What I wanted to do: Say, "Thanks bitch. Don't be rude to random people just because your own hellish life sucks."
What I did: Rolled my eyes, made a face, opened the door and went on my merry way.
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