Subtle Glow

“…I think that she’s an exacting, highly disciplined, demanding, ambitious, person, who doesn’t necessarily take the time for all the nice social lubricants that help make the workplace graceful and fun.”

I know someone who fits this description exactly. I wonder if you can guess who. Except, this wasn’t said about HER, it’s from an interview with Meryly Streep about her role as the boss in “The Devil Wears Prada.”

I stumbled across this site recently and though I haven’t bought anything from it, I love browsing it. Especially the yarn. Pretty yarn porn galore!

I think I first found this site from Mac (love her blog, btw), but apparently I never bookmarked it. I think she was selling some of her knits over there at one point. But I could be mistaken, or totally making that up. I’m not sure.

For about the 5th day in a row, I’ve been notified that there is a comment waiting to be moderated.

See, I don’t want a bunch of spam and crap junking up my comments. So, you know, I have a secret way of weeding out the spammers. Well, not so secret if you use WP. Except I can’t tell you how, just know if you end up in moderation I’ll let you through. Unless you are a spamming jackhole.

Anyway, it’s the same effer everytime. Trying to comment on the same post. Every. Day.

Dude. Do you not know how to get a fucking clue?

Guess not. I’m not letting your stupid spammy comment get through. Also you can go ahead and keep trying because I love clicking “Delete This Comment” and watching it turn red and disappear. hee hee! Oh the little thrills in life!

Not that the spammer will read this, because they don’t actually READ blogs and none of them really want to leave comments of any value because they are too busy pushing THEIR AGENDA on to everyone else whether it’s wanted or not to even care what the conversation is about. Besides they hire robots to do it for them anyway. Probably they don’t even HIRE them, just force them to send out messages endlessly day and night. So that probably makes them less of a robot and more like a drone?

Anyway.

I’m kinda whiny when I don’t feel good. My skin is crawling; it’s raw anytime I move and my clothes brush against it. UGH.

I have reduced to moaning softly as I sit here. I’m going to bed when I get home. Although I have no good drugs and no more popsicles. Do I stop to get them on the way. The drugs maybe… the popsicles won’t matter until tomorrow.

:(

I have some kind of bug. It started last night before I went to bed. My throat is red and I’m sucking on ice chips all morning so far. Ugh. My neck is stiff. My eyes hurt. My legs are throbbing. I can’t tell if I have a fever or not, but I didn’t this morning or last night.

Ok, so here’s the thing. When you’re feeling like this - you’re not supposed to be at work, right?

But, what if you missed a couple days last week, and worked from home one day, and worked from home two and a half days the week before? And the days you did come in to work were short days, mostly because your child was ill, but you had planned to have a short week due to company in from out of town?

Also, you don’t have any PTO accrued until the end of next month when you’ll have three weeks of PTO stocked up, but you’re already going to be short a day on this next check. And you’re worried that being short the one day is already going to cause enough problems, given that you’re supposed to be saving up for the stupid move that is getting closer, so being short another day isn’t going to help much either.

Then, also - you feel like a total slacker because it seems like you can’t work a full 40 hours in any given week lately.

So, how bad are you to go in to work and keep quiet the fact that you’re possibly infecting the whole office right now? You are the hated and evil germ spreader if you come in to work, but the undependable slacker if you don’t.

What do you do then?

The Man and I shared a shower at one point during his stay here. He was giving me a hard time about using separate soaps for different body parts (I don’t use ‘regular’ soap for my face, and I never use bar soap for anything), as well as separate towels, etc. Basically all the extras that I have just for showering. Extras that I insist are necessary.

As I watched him soap up I couldn’t help but point out to him the fact that he uses the same cloth to wash his face that also washes his ass.

“See, in my world, the ass and the face should never meet.”

He thought for a minute. “Hmmm, in your world, we also have Bush as President. Talk about an assface.”

We giggled for several minutes as we toweled off.

I’m still giggling.

It was a good week.

My first meme! Well, the first one I’ve been tagged to do. LilDB tagged me for this, although I warn you I only can think of one person that I know - who also blogs - and who hasn’t already been tagged. I am a blog loner loser flop, I think.

10 Things I hate.

1. Bitching. BUT!!!!! Not just bitching in general. We all bitch about stuff. Only the bitching where the person is bitching but not DOING anything to change the cause of the bitching. Not only that, but also insists that nothing they can do will change the situation and also eliminate the need for the bitching. So essentially the only thing they can do is bitch about it. Look. If you have something causing you to bitch THAT much… chances are you can do SOMETHING to change it. I’ll also add that my irritation diminishes once someone is bitching about something that sucks, because it still sucks even though they are doing something now to change it. Ok? Phew. (Also. I am not talking about you.)

2. Ignorance. Oh, how I loathe thee. Racists. Prejudice. George W. Bush (and those who buy into all his bullshit lies, etc.). Classists. Sexists. People who think the ’sancitity of marriage’ is somehow attacked when two men or two women want to marry. ALL Ignorant. It’s too bad ignorance isn’t painful - maybe more people would be motivated to move out from under it. Yes - I do know that I hold my own forms of prejudice against all members of a certain group: namely ignorant people. I’m ok with dealing with that as one of my issues.

3. Abusive People. You suck, and I hope life hands you everything you’ve earned as a result of your actions (be that good or bad - so long as it’s what you deserve). Please don’t bother me with how your parents raised you… Once you became an adult - the responsibility of your actions falls on YOU. It’s your job not to repeat their bad behavior.

4. Using the word “addiction” to classify everything, therefore removing the expectation of accountability and responsibility for their actions. Just because you like something a lot and prefer to do that rather than laundry, does not mean you are an addict. It means your priorities are fucked up. Get a grip.

5. Liars. Sometimes the truth sucks. A lot. Sometimes the truth hurts. Even so, let’s just deal with it, rather than trying to hide it or ignore it or convince yourself and everyone else that it’s not so.

6. Parents who use their children as pawns. Especially in a divorce situation. Your Ex-Spouse or Soon to Be Ex-Spouse does not pay you for the priviledge of seeing or spending time with their children. Child support and Visitation are mutually exclusive. No matter what.

7. Employers who knowingly take advantage of their employees. This happens more than you think, simply because people either don’t know their rights according to the law, or they depend on their job too much to be able to stand up for themselves. Also when an employer unknowingly takes advantage of their employee(s), but does nothing to make up for it once they learn they have.

8. Unsolicited Parenting advice! (You knew that one had to show up.) Especially from people who don’t have children. It’s doesn’t make you helpful. It makes you an asshole. I know - I used to be an asshole just like you. Trust. Same goes for anyone who IS a parent and wants to engage in Parent Warfare (stemming from “mommy wars.”) You are an asshole. I don’t care if they just crowned you Mother of the Fucking Universe. We all have flaws and insecurities as parents, and fuck all if we’re not dealing with them the best way we know how. Who the hell are you to try and jump in and make it harder than it already is? Piss off.

9. Micro-managers. Simply stated: You are fucking annoying. Go away and find something else to do. Better yet, get some help with your control issues. Seriously - stop making your issues my problem to deal with and be all diplomatic about. If you want it done your way - just fucking do it yourself.

10. Religious fanatics. Look, I may like to run around naked under a full moon and chant as I perform certain fertility rites… but I keep that shit to myself. Why don’t you take a page from that book and do the same? We’re not interested. Take your glassy-eyed fervor and cram it somewhere dark, tight, an unlubricated. That’s how we feel when you’re pushing your bullshit on us. Are you getting it now?

Wow! Ok. I think I’m a little fired up after that!

So now I’ll go ahead and tag my Spunky Scrapper pal, my only-est other friend in the blog world that I know (or that knows me) well enough to tag for a meme. Anyone else feel free to jump in on this one and post a link back - 10 things is a lot of hate but I feel SURE I missed something (like shitty drivers! - and shitty drivers with no insurance! - and shitty drivers with no insurance who hit your car!).

**Update**  Yes - I was reminded of this a little while ago:  Pee talkers!  I hate pee talkers!  There is to be NO talking while there is peeing.  We have to share a bathroom so none of us can pee alone - the least you can do is have the decency to pretend I don’t exist while I am peeing.  Especially if you are done and washing your hands.  What the fuck, lady - you just peed in peace, why can’t I?

Of course! The only thing that could have saved that show was a drinking game.

Now that life has gone from Casa de Drama to Chez Neurotic (you know, back to normal?) I figure it’s time to get back to the lovely business of finding a new apartment.

2 hours covering over 30 miles scouring the area turned up jack shit.  Holy hell this sucks.  Uhhh, yeah, if you could just - please make this go away?  That would be greeeeaaaaat.  mmmmm’kay?  Thanks.

I did take a peek at a cute little condo for rent…  only it’s not in the area I want/need.  I mean, the commute to work already sucks.  I don’t want to move so that the commute is even longer - that would just be stupid.

Also? Can we talk about how all the used-to-be RENTAL property has been converted into condos that you have to buy to live in?  Because, yeah.  When the price of property the size of a postage stamp sells for a kajillion dollars it makes it pretty fucking hard to buy a place.  It also seriously shrinks the available rentals… meaning supply goes DOWN.  Even if demand stays constant… that means prices increase.  So that’s nearing the level of unaffordable as well.
You know. Whatever.  It just means I’ll have to move in to some meth-lab apartment, complete with crazy-ass faces of meth neighbors with missing teeth and frizzy meth-hair. Thrilling prospect.

The best way I’ve come up with to deal with this so far:  take a nap.  Which is what I’m going to do now.  Before I start obsessively combing the rental ads.  Again.  For the 3rd time today.  Goodbye, I am taking a nap now!

And I want one of his cases.

You can read an article about him here.