I've got to admit, now that people are actively involved with following and commenting on this blog, I feel pressured to write legitimately interesting stuff.
Some things that peeve me:
1. I typically don't complain about misspellings of my name, but after three years, my co-worker still doesn't know my name is spelled with one L. Whenever he writes a message for me, he directs it to "All-" ugh. Initially I thought, maybe this message is for ALL of us. Wrong. It's specifically for me, he just doesn't know it only has one L. And I bet a million pesos he also doesn't finish spelling it out because he doesn't know it ends in i-s-o-n. I mean, it is a tricky name after all.
2. I went grocery shopping yesterday. I had a list of five things to get in Publix: dog food, dog treats, Gatorade, wine, toilet paper. I came out with 15 things (I counted because I wondered if I could squeeze into the express check-out... nope). I came out with 15 things -- NONE of which was the most important thing on the list -- fucking toilet paper. It always goddamn happens to me -- I always forget something.
3. I studied architectural drafting for four years straight. Hardcore too, not just pussyfooted studying -- like I did the replans and fire escape routes for a spansive local high school (my high school at the time). Yet despite this, I am deemed incapable of having a legitimately reasonable two cents to offer to the design of our new office building. Not to mention I'm a freak for ergonomics and interior design. I set the bitches straight when I found one incredibly significant flaw in the plans a professional had drawn up, another professional had proofed, and our entire office staff had approved before me. And what do I get for this? The joy of picking colors -- which, don't get me wrong, I'm excited, see -- Yay! But knowing the taste of stuffy old fuddy duddies I work with, my opinions on colors will be overruled anyway. So really they're just placating me. Fuck, I hate placating.
That's about it. Any more complaining and I'd be nit-picking.
Remember what I said being pressured to write something interesting? Yeah ... that comes later.
Some things that peeve me:
1. I typically don't complain about misspellings of my name, but after three years, my co-worker still doesn't know my name is spelled with one L. Whenever he writes a message for me, he directs it to "All-" ugh. Initially I thought, maybe this message is for ALL of us. Wrong. It's specifically for me, he just doesn't know it only has one L. And I bet a million pesos he also doesn't finish spelling it out because he doesn't know it ends in i-s-o-n. I mean, it is a tricky name after all.
2. I went grocery shopping yesterday. I had a list of five things to get in Publix: dog food, dog treats, Gatorade, wine, toilet paper. I came out with 15 things (I counted because I wondered if I could squeeze into the express check-out... nope). I came out with 15 things -- NONE of which was the most important thing on the list -- fucking toilet paper. It always goddamn happens to me -- I always forget something.
3. I studied architectural drafting for four years straight. Hardcore too, not just pussyfooted studying -- like I did the replans and fire escape routes for a spansive local high school (my high school at the time). Yet despite this, I am deemed incapable of having a legitimately reasonable two cents to offer to the design of our new office building. Not to mention I'm a freak for ergonomics and interior design. I set the bitches straight when I found one incredibly significant flaw in the plans a professional had drawn up, another professional had proofed, and our entire office staff had approved before me. And what do I get for this? The joy of picking colors -- which, don't get me wrong, I'm excited, see -- Yay! But knowing the taste of stuffy old fuddy duddies I work with, my opinions on colors will be overruled anyway. So really they're just placating me. Fuck, I hate placating.
That's about it. Any more complaining and I'd be nit-picking.
Remember what I said being pressured to write something interesting? Yeah ... that comes later.
Comments
I have family members that spell my (full) name wrong. It annoys me. I'm family!
And I have NEVER gone to the grocery store and only gotten items on my list. And I ALWAYS forget one thing. Usually toilet paper. Or tampons.
Paragraph 3--hell ya! Good for you! For setting the bitches straight, that is. Sorry about the rest.
My word verf is "bactot". Which I'd like to imagine is a lovely combination of bacon and tater tots.
Loquinikisha or something? I mean ... family has no excuse.
That's it, I'm always curious what the word verifications are for other people. Thanks for the blog topic. =]
Mary Ann
Mary Anne
or
Marianne, when they're feeling extra dumb.
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Anna lee
Substance Abuse Center
I've got "phomne" for my word verif -- three letters from METH are in there!
Maryann? Huh. Weird that I never thought to ask. Do you know The Who song, Mary Anne With The Shaky Hands? Know what it's about?
WTF?! uh-duhleeeeted. (thank you, HSR.)
Garrito, your word verification is making me wonder... is Blogger sending me subliminal messages? There's definitely some amount of conspiracy going on here.