Thursday, July 13, 2006

Kicking Yelling and Screaming

Today's regularly-scheduled post will have to wait, as I have a meeting this morning at which I will likely be yelled at by several people about things over which I have no control. I am hoping my spiffy suit will deflect some of the criticisms, like magic.

Would you like to help me thicken my skin? Go ahead; use the comments section to complain to me about whatever's bothering you--as long as it's something over which I have no control.


Blogger Arabella said...

Well, THIS is going over like a lead balloon....

1:09 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Ha ha! I read the post and thought, oh shit. Now I have to articulate how crappy it is to sell a house AGAIN!!

Okay, I'll think of something else... (and for what it's worth, bloggers seem to be laying low today)...

I love having fresh fruit in the house. All the time, constantly around for nibbling and shoving into baby mouths. Except why does fruit have to be so damn sticky? I hate sticky. I've sworn off watermelon forever because of the sticky. And corn on the cob? Wonderful! Except GET OUT OF MY TEETH! Sworn off corn on the cob too. My teeth are just too close together for that shit.

That's all I can come up with. See how mushy my brain is from this house-selling shite?

1:47 PM  
Anonymous c.s. said...

i'm forced to use a dial-up connection right now. DIAL-UP.

my roommate has an upper respiratory infection and i can't find my airborne.

LA is great and all (aside from currently not having a job, a car, a bed or even a chair to sit on), but i forgot to factor in that all this lovely sunshine and great weather will require me to shave my legs all the f-ing time.

i went to a bagel shop/deli yesterday and the lox spread was that blended, uniformly pink kind. i got a sesame bagel toasted (should have asked for it twice toasted, that airy, gigantic roll with a hole in the middle) with chive cream cheese and while i waited i stared at the new york times newspaper kiosk and cried.

you asked for complaining, so i am...but there is a lot going well here too. i don't want to sound too sour.

2:37 PM  
Anonymous mamatulip said...

I have a lingering headache. My husband calls me from work to tell me stupid things and then rushes me off of the phone when I start to tell him about how snotty our son is. It's hot outside. Really stinkin' hot. I can't keep up with the housework.

3:25 PM  
Blogger Arabella said...

That's more like it!

4:02 PM  
Blogger mamalujo1 said...

My penis is small.

5:04 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Harridan said...

Hmmm, how do you follow that one?

I wore bad shoes (wooden heels) today, and then had to walk several blocks on my lunch hour to run errands. Now my heel are covered in flapping blisters.

My office is about as cold as a meat locker. I'm having a war with my always-overheated coworker via the thermostat.

5:32 PM  
Anonymous wordgirl said...

I skipped out on my workout. I want to do sprints, but it's almost 8p.m. and it's still 95 degrees outside. Everything in the fridge is fattening. My oldest son got a speeding ticket yesterday and a girl is jacking around with his heart. I hate the mattress we're sleeping on and I just the summer to last a little longer.

8:47 PM  
Blogger Jess Riley said...

I hope your meeting went relatively painlessly.

Myself? Um, I'm so sick of revising my book that I kind of despise it. I'm starting to think it's utter crap and I'm terrified that people will actually read it and think, "Why'd they publish this pondscum? I've read tuna casserole recipes more interesting than this tripe."

So, hopefully that feeling will go away soon.

12:19 AM  
Anonymous V-Grrrl said...

I'm so self-conscious about being an American in Europe that I'm overly meek, unwilling to challenge anyone or anything because I don't want to be perceived as another American Asshole, and this their culture, not mine, so I play by their rules but I don't know what "their rules" are other than every restaurant meal must last for hours, most of them spent waiting for someone to notice you and bring you a menu, a drink, take your order, clear your plates, etc.

I'm tired of visiting museums and not being able to read the stupid descriptions of the exhibits. I never know what the hell I'm looking at.

And I'm freaking sick to death of waiting for someone to fix the car air conditioning! Why should this take six weeks?!!!

There now, I'm done. Not really, but I'll save the rest for another day.

I am absolutely sick of living a life that doesn't include a daily newspaper. I'm bored to death with I would love to go to see an American movie--in English. My best friend here was deported in May and still hasn't gotten that mess straightened out so she can come back.

9:10 AM  
Anonymous TB said...

Um... I don't have too much to complain about right now but I'll give it a shot.
There are a lot of rednecks in Florida, either that or crackheads, or both. Yikes.
Also bugs. The non biting ones don't bother me a bit but I am having to get into the habit of applying OFF right after my shower (thank god for the unscented kind) and reapplying before dusk. I'm covered in bites right now and looking a little rednecky myself.

I hope your tongue lashing wasn't as bad as you anticipated. Happy Friday!

12:13 PM  
Blogger Alli said...

Not sure there is enough room here for me to complain . . . hope the suit does the trick!

2:23 PM  
Blogger ptg said...

We had a thunderstorm Thursday night with wind gusts so powerful my pepper plants were flattened, stakes and all. The tomatoes, being well caged, didn't lie down, but most of them have 'the wilt' anyhow. A spider slept with me the other night and left a trail of bites down my arm. My hemorrhoid has again raised its itchy, bleeding head. And its too hot here, too.

Feel better now?

11:10 AM  
Blogger Mr. Lashes said...

It's been a long time since I've left a comment but I love complaining so this is a good time to start. For starters, clients NEVER send back required documents that we need to keep their accounts from getting restricted. So, they never send back the docs & their accounts get frozen. Then, they call to place a trade & the broker gets all angry because he can't do it & wants it fixed immediately. Ah, such is life in a brokerage house. Thank God I got into law school.

9:03 AM  
Blogger Tink said...

*Snort* OMG Mamalujo! I just snorted and then sneezed Pepsi all over my desk.

7:14 PM  
Blogger Arabella said...

Yeah, Mamalujo, you pretty much win the best-comment award for today's post.

7:42 PM  

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