okay, so here is one that i know everyone can relate to.
i had to call a customer service number this morning, (great way to start off the day) and not only is the hold music horrible and cutting in and out more than my grandmothers am talk radio station that she listens to, but once you finally get someone on the line, they dont speak english.
now i am all for equal rights, employing everyone, im not even against illegal immigrants getting their citizenship after being here illegally for the past 15 years. everyone deserves everything that america stands for.
i cannot stand that no matter what customer help line you call, everything is outsourced to india, china and the such.
and to make matters worse, not only is there a communication barrier, but they proceed to get pissed off at you because you are frustrated and asking to speak with someone else that you can actually understand.
if i am paying all of this money to have the service, is it too much to ask to be able to understand the conversation about fixing the p.o.s.?
maybe im asking too much, i mean. i gave up on social security being around when i retire, i gave up on keeping my money in banks because,lets face it, thats just a phantom operation, ive even given up on the idea of having the white picket fence with little mini me's running around in the front yard....i didnt know that i had to give up on UNDERSTANDING A CONVERSATION TOO
what is this world coming to? there are so many unemployed educated people here that we could benefit from giving the jobs to.
where is the gain?
welcome to the first 2 hours of my day after turkey day. more to come, but needed to get that out of my system....anyone else have this problem?
Friday, November 23, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Ever notice that women become Olympic Pee'er's in ANY public bathroom? Things that really grind my gear-peeing on the toilet seat
seriously ladies,
is there a reason that you ALWAYS miss the toilet in any public bathroom ever created?
okay, so there is a myth ive heard time and time again that men have disgusting bathroom habits so their public bathroom must be so much worse that females bathrooms.
THIS IS A LIE
woman are the most disgusting creatures when it comes to bathroom tendencies when they are out of the house
i mean i dont know what happens from that pristine bathroom that you keep at your house, where there isnt even hair in your shower drain
to pissing on everything in sight in a public bathroom,
and then to make matters worse, complaining loudly the whole time that someone pee'd on the seat,...
(this post also goes out to those of you, you know who you are, that dont flush the toilet.
it is a simple concept that has been beaten into our heads since we were potty trained ladies. it is not my job to flush it for you.)
NEWSFLASH....
YOU'RE DOING THE SAME THING
the worst part is, if any other ladies are like me....we wait till the absolute last second to use a public bathroom. not only do 9 out of 10 of them smell putrid, but as im doing the pee dance, i need to clean your mess off the germ infested toilet seat. GEE THANKS
i dont think that it is too much to ask for you to wipe your own mess off the toilet after it takes you 15 minutes to pee.
i may be an exception to this rule as i grew up with the kind of guys that would leave you at a rest stop if you took too long in the bathroom...i learned quickly to make it out of the bathroom before my so-called-friends from the few extended stays at rest stops growing up.
i would rather use a mens public bathroom any day of the week. i can even UNDERSTAND a man missing the toilet seen as men have to choose whether or not to aim while standing...
we sit ladies, and even if you are the woman that hovers over the toilet because of your fear of the inevitable germs that we come in contact with everywhere we go everyday...
get some hand sanitizer and clean your mess
and unless your taking your pants completely off and peeing from a full standing position....
its..a..really...big..target.
it should not be up to me, or the next girl to clean up after you..or worse yet, not be able to use the stall because of the disgusting sea of things that you left behind...
this post is only touching on the act of peeing on the seat..or well, everything. i have seen unspeakable things in ladies rooms across the United States. worse than anything that i ever thought imaginable from another female....
im shuddering right now at the though
in short, clean up after yourself or quit bitching. while you're olympic peeing from across the stall seeing how much you can get in the bowl, im cleaning up your mess so i can pee like a normal human being
anybody out there feel the same way?
is there a reason that you ALWAYS miss the toilet in any public bathroom ever created?
okay, so there is a myth ive heard time and time again that men have disgusting bathroom habits so their public bathroom must be so much worse that females bathrooms.
THIS IS A LIE
woman are the most disgusting creatures when it comes to bathroom tendencies when they are out of the house
i mean i dont know what happens from that pristine bathroom that you keep at your house, where there isnt even hair in your shower drain
to pissing on everything in sight in a public bathroom,
and then to make matters worse, complaining loudly the whole time that someone pee'd on the seat,...
(this post also goes out to those of you, you know who you are, that dont flush the toilet.
it is a simple concept that has been beaten into our heads since we were potty trained ladies. it is not my job to flush it for you.)
NEWSFLASH....
YOU'RE DOING THE SAME THING
the worst part is, if any other ladies are like me....we wait till the absolute last second to use a public bathroom. not only do 9 out of 10 of them smell putrid, but as im doing the pee dance, i need to clean your mess off the germ infested toilet seat. GEE THANKS
i dont think that it is too much to ask for you to wipe your own mess off the toilet after it takes you 15 minutes to pee.
i may be an exception to this rule as i grew up with the kind of guys that would leave you at a rest stop if you took too long in the bathroom...i learned quickly to make it out of the bathroom before my so-called-friends from the few extended stays at rest stops growing up.
i would rather use a mens public bathroom any day of the week. i can even UNDERSTAND a man missing the toilet seen as men have to choose whether or not to aim while standing...
we sit ladies, and even if you are the woman that hovers over the toilet because of your fear of the inevitable germs that we come in contact with everywhere we go everyday...
get some hand sanitizer and clean your mess
and unless your taking your pants completely off and peeing from a full standing position....
its..a..really...big..target.
it should not be up to me, or the next girl to clean up after you..or worse yet, not be able to use the stall because of the disgusting sea of things that you left behind...
this post is only touching on the act of peeing on the seat..or well, everything. i have seen unspeakable things in ladies rooms across the United States. worse than anything that i ever thought imaginable from another female....
im shuddering right now at the though
in short, clean up after yourself or quit bitching. while you're olympic peeing from across the stall seeing how much you can get in the bowl, im cleaning up your mess so i can pee like a normal human being
anybody out there feel the same way?
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Day One, things that Really Grind My Gears
okay, how many of you have to take public transportation daily to get anything done?
i know that i do. i am one of the umpteenth people in the Massachusetts area that do not own a car.
do i enjoy leaning on a fence, or a stone wall near a bus stop in 20 degree weather? not particularly, but i do enjoy the idea of having not overhanging fee's every month for owning something that depreciates every time i turn over the key.
sorry, thats a story for another day, and we can get into that later
getting back to the point of THIS posting.
now, after waiting for the bus, which is very rarely ever on time, finally warming up a bit,having your ass grabbed a few too many times for comfort, and finally getting to the subway to ride the "oh-so-awesome-" MBTA subway line into the city,
the things that really gets to me, is that one creepy guy, that feels the need to sit in the seat right next to you, even though there is an open seat across the car from you.
not only does he sit there, but he thinks that you are there for his pleasure, not "happily" riding the t in silence to wherever it is that you have to go in your life.
so, instead of sitting straight forward and riding the t, he stares at you dead on and you can feel his breath on your neck every time you turn your head?
and if thats not enough, he leans every time the train slows down or stops, just enough so that your legs touch.
i mean seriously, if i wanted to pick you up...i dont think that it would be at 8am with no coffee on me in a jammed subway car
and to top things off if i turn my head one more time and you look away thinking that you are quick...i might just rip your larynx out and see you breathe on then..
im getting ahead of myself...
this post isnt about your average creepy dude on the train, its about the one that all of us have encountered at one point in a train ride or another.
its the one that just has to be in your space, for no other reason than just that. to invade boundries and throw you mentally out of wack
noone has space buddy, but you dont see me breathing on everyone else that i come in contact with.
i know that i do. i am one of the umpteenth people in the Massachusetts area that do not own a car.
do i enjoy leaning on a fence, or a stone wall near a bus stop in 20 degree weather? not particularly, but i do enjoy the idea of having not overhanging fee's every month for owning something that depreciates every time i turn over the key.
sorry, thats a story for another day, and we can get into that later
getting back to the point of THIS posting.
now, after waiting for the bus, which is very rarely ever on time, finally warming up a bit,having your ass grabbed a few too many times for comfort, and finally getting to the subway to ride the "oh-so-awesome-" MBTA subway line into the city,
the things that really gets to me, is that one creepy guy, that feels the need to sit in the seat right next to you, even though there is an open seat across the car from you.
not only does he sit there, but he thinks that you are there for his pleasure, not "happily" riding the t in silence to wherever it is that you have to go in your life.
so, instead of sitting straight forward and riding the t, he stares at you dead on and you can feel his breath on your neck every time you turn your head?
and if thats not enough, he leans every time the train slows down or stops, just enough so that your legs touch.
i mean seriously, if i wanted to pick you up...i dont think that it would be at 8am with no coffee on me in a jammed subway car
and to top things off if i turn my head one more time and you look away thinking that you are quick...i might just rip your larynx out and see you breathe on then..
im getting ahead of myself...
this post isnt about your average creepy dude on the train, its about the one that all of us have encountered at one point in a train ride or another.
its the one that just has to be in your space, for no other reason than just that. to invade boundries and throw you mentally out of wack
noone has space buddy, but you dont see me breathing on everyone else that i come in contact with.
So this is what the first amendment feels like!
This is a blog dedicated to things that really grind my gears.emulating the idea that Seth MacFarlane used in Family Guy. I hope that you enjoy, and if you have anything to add, comment or something that really grinds your gears, feel free to comment on specific posts or email me directly and i will be sure to write a post about it.
it is an open forum and i am open to any and all ideas.
welcome back First Amendment
Dani
it is an open forum and i am open to any and all ideas.
welcome back First Amendment
Dani
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