Thursday, August 27, 2009

I'm excited to go to work tonight!

Well its not for the reasons you're thinking. Pay's good, job itself is laid back and quiet. Plus, we are allowed to listen to anything we want in our headsets.

I am excited because I am listening to the coolest book on CD in the world. Its the Outlander series from Diana Gabaldon.

4 hours to get paid to type and listen to the coolest series.
*throws fist into air* YAY!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The pet peeve found at my job


So here I work at a cubicle workroom type place. I type for the USPS fixing your typos and return to senders(RTS). For some odd reason I cannot place, they removed all 8 clocks leaving only 1! Thats right! Just one for all the workroom that consists of over 200 computers. *SIGH*

So from where I was sitting, I had to turn around completely to see the clock. Now why am I so into clocks?
Well my job is a place where every second counts. We are to type as soon as we sit down. Breaks are to be EXACT. No More no Less. No cellphones allowed and I just happen to have my watch dead.

So here I was looking back at the clock every 10 -15 minutes,counting down to go to break. During one of these intervals, I turned around to find a man sitting behind me with the computer monitor cranked all the way high! He must like the up high feeling because not only his monitor, but himself and the whole darn desk was at its highest capacity!

I couldn't see the clock at all. I had to literally moved my whole body to a side just to see it. I just wanted to smack the man and tell him to move or something. But of course I couldn't.

I found out that it annoyed me soo much like when people leave the towels on the floor, chew gum like a cow, that annoying lilt in the voice, the extremely high pitched voice, the slow 10 miles under per hour driver, the tailgater, the extreme weaver, hair in stockings, the sticky shoe, gum under your shoe, the handicapped parking stealer, the back washer, the partner in bed that hogs up all the sheets at night , the unflusher, the one person who calls you every week for money and so on and so one.......

We all have pet peeves, some more than others. Here is what Wikipedia has to say about pet peeves.

Pet peeve
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For the 1980s metal band, see Pet Hate. For other uses, see Pet peeve (disambiguation).

A pet peeve (or pet hate) is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to them, to a greater degree than others may find it. Examples may be poor table manners, sloppy kitchen hygiene, smoking, grammatical errors in written passages, inconsiderate driving or lazy co-workers, and loud gum smacking.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Bras and the lost Rozz

Well Mr Rozz, you left my home and wandered off. What exactly were you thinking? That you'd hang around the block and come back just as easily? Little do I know where you are. But knowing you, you probably me someone that petted you and there you went. You've always been a friendly bugger.
Anyways, Just in case you are reading this, you crazy cat, I did look for you and posted your furry face on the web so some one perhaps may have found you.
Well, good luck where ever you are at my friend. I'm sure life will be well as long as you get treats, lots of good crunchy food and the occasional bare ankle. Oh yes, I almost forgot.....toilet paper, you need rolls of toilet paper.

Now off to a different subject before I cry for the loss of a cat or perhaps get angrier that he took off.
I was driving home and began to think about bras. Yes, my friend, bras. Us ladies should always wear one. I understand that sometimes its not worn because perhaps one wants to look sexy.....or something.
But have you ever seen those women that makes you think that the bra was made for them in specific? I'm sure you all have seen the nasty sight of the liquid mush that fly about as they walk???? Oh yuck.
I remember going to the theater with my family and we passed this family.
The woman was big and had a t shirt on without the bra. It scared me, I wondered why she didn't wear one. She really needed one and that was in no way sexy. No sir-e!
SO please spare the bad memories and wear one if you need one...please.