You know what I really need when I've been working my ass off, doing over-time every week, AND running around every single evening trying to take care of errands and life's little obligations, AND planning a wedding, AND taking care of my house's abundant needs, AND trying to make time for my man, my family, and my friends? (Did I mention it has been -30C for the last 5 months?) - Someone to tell me "wow liz you look really pale today."
DO I? Do I look pale today??!! WELL GOD FORBID! Let me just hop in my private jet to Barbados for the afternoon so that I don't offend your delicate sensibilites by not looking tanned and well-rested.
'Someone' is lucky they didn't get bitch-slapped! But, that is what this blog is for.
I am so going to look forward to reading these!! I just hope I never am the cause of one of your rants! But if I am so be it! I will still read.
ReplyDeleteWay to go Lizzie!!! You know what grinds my gears...when people feel the need to tell me I am blushing. Oh really? I hadn't noticed, thanks for drawing attention to my obviously already embarrassing moment. Douche bag.
My first ever comment! And yes! Why do people feel the need to unneccesarily point out the obvious? I'll have to come back to this one in a later post.
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteYay! A new blog to read! And I love a good rant!
ReplyDeleteI've got one:
I run this little technology club. Don't ask why -- I got suckered into it, and I was too nice to say no to a bunch of senior citizens. I'm trying to get out of it.
Anyway, yesterday I get off a plane from the West Coast, haven't seen my family all week, and its week 4 of 4 weeks on the road, and drive straight through Toronto rush hour traffic to club night. I'm exhausted, I haven't eaten right all day, I'm jet lagged, and I'm wading through a giant pile of e-mail full of more responsibilities I have to deal with if I ever have time to sit at my desk for an hour.
At the break, this lady comes up to me. A mature lady, in like her 60s, and says "I need you to deal with the man sitting beside me. He's been whispering the whole meeting."
Now, I almost said "Are you serious?! Do I LOOK like a kindergarten teacher? Cause you most certainly are not a kindergarten student. I'm pretty sure you can handle this yourself, since you're old enough to be my mother."
But instead I said "I understand. How about you sit somewhere more comfortable for you?"
And she said "Well, I don't think I should have to move at all. I think you should deal with this issue!" and then she stood there expectantly, waiting for me to satisfy her concerns.
At that point, I thought of picking the lady up and throwing her out the window. That way she wouldn't have to worry about anyone whispering near her.
I thought about saying "look, lady: i'm working a full time job, raising two children, in school part time, and apparently the entire community's tech support guy. i haven't got a spare thread of energy to put into adjudicating between two grown adults who can't get along sitting next to each other."
Instead, believe it or not, I said "I'm sorry you're having a hard time. I'll ask the group to be more respectful of each other."
See how grown up I am now?!
LOVE IT! Sadly, I'd have told the woman that if she couldn't handle basic conflict resolution maturely, then she'd failed epically at adulthood and would need to try to get back into the womb and try again... most people are nicer than I am, I have come to accept this. LOL
ReplyDeleteWhere the blog entry is concerned, that's like when someone tells a fat person they're fat. Really, you don't think that this person sees their large size every day and thinks that they're anorexic. Captain Obvious with a side of pompous asshole, anyone?