Man it feels like it’s been a long week. I blame the standing desk that I’ve been using at work. It’s exhausting to be on your feet for the better part of the day. It also makes me so hungry. I eat something good for breakfast like chia pudding and a glass of Instant Breakfast mixed with almond milk and I’m ravenous at 10a.
I get unusually snarky when I’m in a mood, so let me entertain you with my list of things that need to stop this week.
During my lunch break the other day, I had to drop off documents for taxes and I had to drive there. On my way back, I witnessed so much bad driving in the space of 10 minutes.
I was sitting in the left-turn lane at the “Stop here” line. Some jaggo in an Audi decided he didn’t want to wait in line (or he just changed his mind) and he used the right-turn lane to cut in front of me and turn left. It wasn’t like I wasn’t paying attention or being jerk, I was stopped legally!
Then a bus decided that he didn’t want to wait for the light to turn green before proceeding across the intersection and just went for it when no cars were coming.
This is seriously one of my biggest pet peeves, so I’ve written about it before.
As an introvert, I can only handle so many interactions per day. When someone is nasty, that depletes my stores of patience at a very rapid rate. People who think they are the shiz or they are entitled to have everything their way..ugh.
There is no reason for me to help you if you’re mean to me, make snide comments, or assume you’re entitled.
This is a special group of nasty people. Much like drivers who are just menaces on the road, most of them assume wherever they are going is the most important and everyone else can wait behind them.
There’s nothing like the person who cut in front of me to make a left-hand turn. Yes, sir, you are more important than me. I’m glad you missed that day in kindergarten when we were taught to wait our turn.
Also, my name is Angelica, not Angela, Angelina, Ange-mumble-mumble. Nothing smacks of being self-centered like calling me by the wrong name for our entire interaction.
Ugh. I’m sure we’re all sick of hearing everyone complain about the cold, but really. I’m fine with snow (because usually that means it’s about 32 degrees), but the negative 10 degree nonsense just needs to stop.
Talking about 50 Shades of Grey
Yep, I read the books. I will fully admit that I got sucked in. Everyone at work was reading it (and then we all jumped off a bridge together!) so I borrowed the first book from a co-worker and it was just a train-wreck. I couldn’t stop!
But that doesn’t meant I want to sit through a 90 minute live-action version of it. Call me crazy, but a watered-down-R-rated version of soccer mom porn just doesn’t sound like something I want to spend my money on.