Dear Uterus,
I was home all day yesterday doing nothing. I watched movies, read a book, drank hot tea, wrote a bit on my NaNoWriMo story, and napped. You couldn't have done this yesterday???
Now I have to go to work and teach all day with you all cramped up and trying to kill me from the inside. I get to be cheerful and energetic and stand and walk a lot amongst a lot of 8th graders and around co-workers while my guts are trying to twist themselves into Celtic knots!
You suck.
No love,
Heather
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Dear Ibuprophen,
Please start working soon.
-Heather
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
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Monday, November 05, 2012
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Whining about whining
Wow, two days in a row! Craaaazy!
I just had to whine about something: whiny people. Yes, I realize this may be counter-productive, perhaps even a paradox. But it's been bugging me, and I have to get it out.
I am so tired of people who whine all the time. I understand that crap happens, and sometimes a little whining is justified or even needed. I get venting occasionally. But what I don't get are the people who just whine all the dang time. "I don't want to be herrrrre," at work, or "I'm just so busyyyyy all the time!" "I never seem to catch a break." "I'd be happy if I could just have one normal, stress-free day."
Guess what? It's called LIFE. Stuff's going to happen to you, and you're not always going to like it, and you can't do anything to change that. What you can change is your attitude about it. I know you'd rather be at home playing video games or watching movies with your friends, but you have a job, and you need to fulfil the requirements of that job, i.e. having a good attitude and getting your stuff done. If you don't want your job anymore, I know a lot of people (9.4% of the country at last count, I believe) that would love to have it. If you don't want to get paid for something you agreed to do, then go home and let someone else take your place. You know what? I don't want to be there, either! It's work! If it wasn't work, they'd call it happy-fun-time! But I make the best of it. I smile at customers, I hum when I dust, I make jokes with my coworkers. When someone says something negative, I do my best to brush it off. When something screws up or doesn't work right, I try to fix it or wait til it works again.
Everyone is not out to get you every moment of every day. Bad things do not happen to you because you're cursed or you're unlucky or because you've done something to deserve them. Bad things happen to everybody. So if you think you're special because your life is harder than anyone else's, you are wrong. It's not. All the people I know who whine constantly have a bed with blankets and pillows to sleep on every night. They never miss meals for lack of food (just busy-ness). No one regularly beats them or abuses them. They can vote, they can walk down the street without worrying they'll be shot or blown up at any second. They have amazingly excellent lives, but because someone said something not-nice about or to them, or because times are tougher than they'd like, they seem to be unable to ever say anything positive!
And I don't understand why! You can choose to be miserable and whiny and negative all the time, and wallow in your own pity party. Or you can choose to see the glass half-full, to smile, to look forward to the good things as you endure the hard things. Why would anyone choose to be miserable? It's just beyond me.
I just had to whine about something: whiny people. Yes, I realize this may be counter-productive, perhaps even a paradox. But it's been bugging me, and I have to get it out.
I am so tired of people who whine all the time. I understand that crap happens, and sometimes a little whining is justified or even needed. I get venting occasionally. But what I don't get are the people who just whine all the dang time. "I don't want to be herrrrre," at work, or "I'm just so busyyyyy all the time!" "I never seem to catch a break." "I'd be happy if I could just have one normal, stress-free day."
Guess what? It's called LIFE. Stuff's going to happen to you, and you're not always going to like it, and you can't do anything to change that. What you can change is your attitude about it. I know you'd rather be at home playing video games or watching movies with your friends, but you have a job, and you need to fulfil the requirements of that job, i.e. having a good attitude and getting your stuff done. If you don't want your job anymore, I know a lot of people (9.4% of the country at last count, I believe) that would love to have it. If you don't want to get paid for something you agreed to do, then go home and let someone else take your place. You know what? I don't want to be there, either! It's work! If it wasn't work, they'd call it happy-fun-time! But I make the best of it. I smile at customers, I hum when I dust, I make jokes with my coworkers. When someone says something negative, I do my best to brush it off. When something screws up or doesn't work right, I try to fix it or wait til it works again.
Everyone is not out to get you every moment of every day. Bad things do not happen to you because you're cursed or you're unlucky or because you've done something to deserve them. Bad things happen to everybody. So if you think you're special because your life is harder than anyone else's, you are wrong. It's not. All the people I know who whine constantly have a bed with blankets and pillows to sleep on every night. They never miss meals for lack of food (just busy-ness). No one regularly beats them or abuses them. They can vote, they can walk down the street without worrying they'll be shot or blown up at any second. They have amazingly excellent lives, but because someone said something not-nice about or to them, or because times are tougher than they'd like, they seem to be unable to ever say anything positive!
And I don't understand why! You can choose to be miserable and whiny and negative all the time, and wallow in your own pity party. Or you can choose to see the glass half-full, to smile, to look forward to the good things as you endure the hard things. Why would anyone choose to be miserable? It's just beyond me.
Friday, August 01, 2008
I knew it!
I predicted this just yesterday. Apparently Carrington wrote twelve--that's 12!!--blog posts in the last few days, but didn't put them up. Instead, she used the sneaky post-dating option Blogger has to set them to post at a certain date and time. Well, the certain date would be today, and the certain time would be within two or three minutes of each other in the last hours of the last day of July.
Technically, we didn't say how or when we would post our entries. Technically, she won the contest by posting more entries in July than I did. Technically.
But I just want you all to know that I feel very betrayed by her sneakiness.
Hurt, even.
I'll probably still buy her a cup of coffee.
But I don't have to like it.
Oh, and Carrington? Maybe your explosive problems are karma for your CHEATING SNEAKING WAYS.
(But I'm such a big person that I still love you, and I'm still glad we did this. But if/when we go have coffee and write on Monday, you might have to be seen with me in full Tudor regalia because the other girls in writers' group wanted to see my costume. So THERE!)
Technically, we didn't say how or when we would post our entries. Technically, she won the contest by posting more entries in July than I did. Technically.
But I just want you all to know that I feel very betrayed by her sneakiness.
Hurt, even.
I'll probably still buy her a cup of coffee.
But I don't have to like it.
Oh, and Carrington? Maybe your explosive problems are karma for your CHEATING SNEAKING WAYS.
(But I'm such a big person that I still love you, and I'm still glad we did this. But if/when we go have coffee and write on Monday, you might have to be seen with me in full Tudor regalia because the other girls in writers' group wanted to see my costume. So THERE!)
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Must... Beat... Carrington
I saw Carrington on Sunday, and she said she's been blogging, but not posting it. Hm. So that makes me think she's building up all these blog posts to put up on the last day of the month, all at once, and lull me into a false sense of security right now, thinking I'm far enough ahead that I don't really need to blog anymore. Well, I'll show her!
However, it's 2am (I've been busy up til now since I have SO MUCH TO DO before we leave town on Friday) and my brain is pretty much done working. So: Randomness!
Rant: SCOOT IN YOUR CHAIRS! It amazes me how many adults do not do this. All the break rooms at all my jobs have been a mess because no one would push their chair back toward the table when they got up. It's not difficult, it takes two seconds, and it's common courtesy! I always scoot the chairs back in when I pass them in the break room, or sometimes even in restaurants or whatnot. You always push your chair in, that's what I was taught all my life! So come on! They teach you this in kindergarten, can your brain not handle it now? *SIGH*
Swap: I'm on Swap-Bot, a website that hosts literally thousands of swaps. You can search by category, or just look through the lists of most recently posted, most popular, or by the send-by or sign-up-by dates. Once everyone's signed up, the computer assigns everyone partners--you don't send to the person who sends to you, it's all mixed up. And you get rated by your partner once your package arrived, not on its merits, but if it arrived on time and met the requirments (which I think is very logical as the "spiffiness" of a swap is subjective). If it's an extra-special swap, you can earn "hearts," which show up in your profile. There are swaps for everything from postcards to dolls to knitted things to movie-themed to recipes to pet stuff....
Anyway, the Harry Potter-themed one is due tomorrow, so I got it all finished and packaged up tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll post my pictures of the stuff I made for another post to beat Carrington. But I think it turned out pretty swell, and I hope my partner thinks so too!
Sewing: Don't even talk to me.
Faire: Excited! :D I should start my packing list tomorrow to make sure we get out of here with our air mattress and sunscreen and all the pieces of our costumes.
Wedding: I'm a bridesmaid in my friend Megan's wedding in September, yay! But ACK, another thing I need to do before we leave for the weekend: buy, address, and send out invitations for her shower which is August 16th, in two and a half weeks! >.< It's luau-themed, fun! (Luau is a weird word, but it's really spelled like that. I checked. Hawaiian is so musical, especially compared with stodgy old English.)
Bed: Is where I am going now. Goodnight!
However, it's 2am (I've been busy up til now since I have SO MUCH TO DO before we leave town on Friday) and my brain is pretty much done working. So: Randomness!
Rant: SCOOT IN YOUR CHAIRS! It amazes me how many adults do not do this. All the break rooms at all my jobs have been a mess because no one would push their chair back toward the table when they got up. It's not difficult, it takes two seconds, and it's common courtesy! I always scoot the chairs back in when I pass them in the break room, or sometimes even in restaurants or whatnot. You always push your chair in, that's what I was taught all my life! So come on! They teach you this in kindergarten, can your brain not handle it now? *SIGH*
Swap: I'm on Swap-Bot, a website that hosts literally thousands of swaps. You can search by category, or just look through the lists of most recently posted, most popular, or by the send-by or sign-up-by dates. Once everyone's signed up, the computer assigns everyone partners--you don't send to the person who sends to you, it's all mixed up. And you get rated by your partner once your package arrived, not on its merits, but if it arrived on time and met the requirments (which I think is very logical as the "spiffiness" of a swap is subjective). If it's an extra-special swap, you can earn "hearts," which show up in your profile. There are swaps for everything from postcards to dolls to knitted things to movie-themed to recipes to pet stuff....
Anyway, the Harry Potter-themed one is due tomorrow, so I got it all finished and packaged up tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll post my pictures of the stuff I made for another post to beat Carrington. But I think it turned out pretty swell, and I hope my partner thinks so too!
Sewing: Don't even talk to me.
Faire: Excited! :D I should start my packing list tomorrow to make sure we get out of here with our air mattress and sunscreen and all the pieces of our costumes.
Wedding: I'm a bridesmaid in my friend Megan's wedding in September, yay! But ACK, another thing I need to do before we leave for the weekend: buy, address, and send out invitations for her shower which is August 16th, in two and a half weeks! >.< It's luau-themed, fun! (Luau is a weird word, but it's really spelled like that. I checked. Hawaiian is so musical, especially compared with stodgy old English.)
Bed: Is where I am going now. Goodnight!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Speak up!
I'm so tired of people who mumble or talk too softly to be heard! Unless you have a sore throat, there is no reason for you to talk like that when you're out in public. There are a series of questions I have to ask every customer as I check them out at work, and if I have to say "Excuse me?" after everything they say, I feel like a moron. SPEAK UP! Some of these annoying people are men, which I wouldn't really expect. Are they too delicate to speak like a normal person? Do I intimidate people and they're afraid to speak up around me? Give me a break!
While I'm at it, how about if some of them take a shower and brush their teeth, too?
Okay, rant over. Thanks for letting me vent.
I've kept up with almost all my chores every day this week except for the one day with company. One or two days I was too busy/tired to do much, so I just counted small things. For "living room," I de-cluttered the top of the little dresser and put away the movies on the floor and called it good; for "kitchen," I just unloaded the dishwasher and loaded the few dirty dishes. There's half a sink of things to be washed, and I could stand to fold some fabric that's been laying over the back of a chair in the living room for.... er, a while, but some days I just can't do everything I'd like to. But! I'm quite pleased that I made the bed every day, even if it was an hour before we got back in it for the night. Feels good to do just that little thing every day, and it makes the whole room look spiffier despite the piles o' clothes around.
The only thing I didn't succeed in doing was to do some form of exercise twice this week. Boooo. I was planning on going on a walk at least once, and maybe digging out my old yoga book, which I used to do regularly a while back. I know I'm out of shape, and I can hardly walk fast from one end of the store to the other without getting a little out of breath, and this makes me feel a little pathetic. But I don't actually care that much. I don't care if I have muscles, and I hate running more than almost anything. But I can take walks, and I can do some simple yoga at home. I have scoliosis, and it would really be good for me to bend and stretch so my muscles, which have to support my crooked spine, get a little stronger. (My x-rays aren't as bad as the picture in that article, but before I wore a back brace for two years in high school, there was a pretty decent S-curve there.) I don't like waking up with a sore back at 22 years old, though wearing my good crocs (work, a black pair, and play, one black pair and one silver) help quite a bit.
I STILL need to devise something to put my chore cards in, and I need to do it by Monday night for writers' group, since that was one of my goals. I also need to bring in a 1,000-word excerpt of something, eep! I'll poke through the novel tomorrow after work and try to find something to take and read.
While I'm at it, how about if some of them take a shower and brush their teeth, too?
Okay, rant over. Thanks for letting me vent.
I've kept up with almost all my chores every day this week except for the one day with company. One or two days I was too busy/tired to do much, so I just counted small things. For "living room," I de-cluttered the top of the little dresser and put away the movies on the floor and called it good; for "kitchen," I just unloaded the dishwasher and loaded the few dirty dishes. There's half a sink of things to be washed, and I could stand to fold some fabric that's been laying over the back of a chair in the living room for.... er, a while, but some days I just can't do everything I'd like to. But! I'm quite pleased that I made the bed every day, even if it was an hour before we got back in it for the night. Feels good to do just that little thing every day, and it makes the whole room look spiffier despite the piles o' clothes around.
The only thing I didn't succeed in doing was to do some form of exercise twice this week. Boooo. I was planning on going on a walk at least once, and maybe digging out my old yoga book, which I used to do regularly a while back. I know I'm out of shape, and I can hardly walk fast from one end of the store to the other without getting a little out of breath, and this makes me feel a little pathetic. But I don't actually care that much. I don't care if I have muscles, and I hate running more than almost anything. But I can take walks, and I can do some simple yoga at home. I have scoliosis, and it would really be good for me to bend and stretch so my muscles, which have to support my crooked spine, get a little stronger. (My x-rays aren't as bad as the picture in that article, but before I wore a back brace for two years in high school, there was a pretty decent S-curve there.) I don't like waking up with a sore back at 22 years old, though wearing my good crocs (work, a black pair, and play, one black pair and one silver) help quite a bit.
I STILL need to devise something to put my chore cards in, and I need to do it by Monday night for writers' group, since that was one of my goals. I also need to bring in a 1,000-word excerpt of something, eep! I'll poke through the novel tomorrow after work and try to find something to take and read.
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