I hate Hannah Montana and if I have to listen to her CD one more time, it is not going to be pretty.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
So I was in Victoria's Secret the day after Christmas (I was buying a pair of sweatpants if you can believe it. Dave got me a pair for Christmas and they were so comfy I decided to brave the after Christmas crowd(which there ended up being none) and get another pair. Why do I feel the need to explain why I was at Victoria's Secret? I don't know)
Anyway, I was in Victoria's Secret waiting in line to pay for the sweatpants I was buying and the woman in front of me was taking forever to get her money out like she was thinking about it really hard. And she finally she mumbles something to the cashier about being ticked because she can't use a coupon she has and how stupid it is that she can't use said coupon on sale items. (I'm unclear what happened prior to that because I was spacing out standing there in line)
Now let me interject here that I have a friend who used to work at Victoria's Secret and I can tell you that they don't pay well. I mean the girls working in this store are probably making whatever minimum wage is now, and not a penny more. And they are all about 16 or 17. Not a lot of worldly experience. Or communication skills.
The cashier looks at the customer with her sweet, angelic, blue glittered and 16 year old face and says, quite innocently I thought, "Well if you want I can ring it up full price."
And like quicksilver, the customer put her money right back in her wallet and said, "Well you can just void the whole order. I don't need to deal with that kind of attitude." And poor glitter girl is just looking at her with a look that says, "What? What'd I do?"
The customer continued bitching, "Why would I want to pay full price, is that going to save me money?"
Glitter girl says, with doe-like eyes, "I don't know. I'm just trying to make you happy."
Customer says, "F**k you." and walks out of the store.
So I'm curious, have you ever told a customer service rep to f off? I mean, I'm a big fan of the f word, but I have never dropped that bomb on a customer service rep.
Okay, once I used the f word about 17 times when I was yelling at one of my electrical contractors, but that was construction Melanie, not every day shopping at the mall Melanie. Does that really seem appropriate to you?
Anyway, I was in Victoria's Secret waiting in line to pay for the sweatpants I was buying and the woman in front of me was taking forever to get her money out like she was thinking about it really hard. And she finally she mumbles something to the cashier about being ticked because she can't use a coupon she has and how stupid it is that she can't use said coupon on sale items. (I'm unclear what happened prior to that because I was spacing out standing there in line)
Now let me interject here that I have a friend who used to work at Victoria's Secret and I can tell you that they don't pay well. I mean the girls working in this store are probably making whatever minimum wage is now, and not a penny more. And they are all about 16 or 17. Not a lot of worldly experience. Or communication skills.
The cashier looks at the customer with her sweet, angelic, blue glittered and 16 year old face and says, quite innocently I thought, "Well if you want I can ring it up full price."
And like quicksilver, the customer put her money right back in her wallet and said, "Well you can just void the whole order. I don't need to deal with that kind of attitude." And poor glitter girl is just looking at her with a look that says, "What? What'd I do?"
The customer continued bitching, "Why would I want to pay full price, is that going to save me money?"
Glitter girl says, with doe-like eyes, "I don't know. I'm just trying to make you happy."
Customer says, "F**k you." and walks out of the store.
So I'm curious, have you ever told a customer service rep to f off? I mean, I'm a big fan of the f word, but I have never dropped that bomb on a customer service rep.
Okay, once I used the f word about 17 times when I was yelling at one of my electrical contractors, but that was construction Melanie, not every day shopping at the mall Melanie. Does that really seem appropriate to you?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
5 Reasons Sam Should Get an IPOD Touch
According to him:
1. Because his is 5 years old (it is, in fact, 2 years old. I know this for a fact because it was mine first and Dave gave it to me around the time of our wedding)
2. It’s too small (It is 4gig)
3. It’s old
4. It won’t fit all his songs
5. It’s old and he wants an IPOD Touch
I think he forgot to mention that his best friend across the street just got an IPOD Touch and so he has to keep up with the Jones's
1. Because his is 5 years old (it is, in fact, 2 years old. I know this for a fact because it was mine first and Dave gave it to me around the time of our wedding)
2. It’s too small (It is 4gig)
3. It’s old
4. It won’t fit all his songs
5. It’s old and he wants an IPOD Touch
I think he forgot to mention that his best friend across the street just got an IPOD Touch and so he has to keep up with the Jones's
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
So here's the drama that was going on at our house last night.
First of all let me start out by saying that Sam is 13 and based on what I have seen since about the time he turned 12, I fear for what it is going to be like in our house when Becca turns 12. Right now she is still pretty sweet and thinks that Dave and I and most other adults are the best thing ever. All you have to do is call her sweetie and give her a hug and she's all smiles. Give her something with glitter on it and she'd do just about anything for you. I'm afraid all that baby sweetness is going to go away when the hormones start surging. I've already seen a few glimpses of it in her.
But I'm getting off track. What I really wanted to talk about what the self-centeredness of a 13 year old.
Dave and Sam each have an IPod Nano. Dave uses his pretty much exclusively when he is running on the treadmill. Sam uses his for things like surviving his excruciatingly painful and long 15-20 minutes bus ride, surviving any sort of car ride with his father and wicked evil step-mother, and in general surviving life. Both IPod's are over 2 years old and if you've ever had an IPod, you know that the batteries don't last forever and in general become crap after a couple years and cannot be replaced.
So Monday night Dave ran on the treadmill and killed his battery so he placed his IPod on the charger and called it good.
I should also mention that IPod's come with a charger that plugs in the USB port on the computer, but if you want to be able to plug it into the wall to charge, you have to purchase an adapter that costs about $30. So we only have one wall adaptor.
Last night Dave came home from work and got all ready to run on the treadmill and when he goes to get his IPod off the charger he finds it is already off the charger and still dead. You see where this is going, right? Sam. The little punk took Dave's IPod off the charger and put his own on it. His answer? A shoulder shrug and "Well mine was dead too." I asked him when exactly he took Dave's IPod off the charger and it turns out he went in there pretty much right after Dave. Then he went back the next morning after his IPod was nice and charged up and took without any thought of putting Dave's back on the charger. Thus the still dead battery at 6:30 p.m. last night. And his answer to that, "Well, we only have one charger."
Mind you, we gave him that IPod. Then he proceeds to tell us how he wants to buy an IPod touch with his Christmas money but he is about $100 short. I suggested he think up some extra chores around our house to help me out and I will pay him and he can earn the rest of the money that way. He doesn't like that idea. He says he can't think of anything he can do around the house. I offered to make him a list of all the tasks I perform each week, in addition to my 50-60 hour work week. He declined. Then, his little sister asks him if she can have his old IPod when he buys the touch and he tell her "NO!"
Who is this increasingly hairy person living in my house?
Tomorrow I will share with you the list he came up with with 5 reasons why he should be able to get an IPod touch
First of all let me start out by saying that Sam is 13 and based on what I have seen since about the time he turned 12, I fear for what it is going to be like in our house when Becca turns 12. Right now she is still pretty sweet and thinks that Dave and I and most other adults are the best thing ever. All you have to do is call her sweetie and give her a hug and she's all smiles. Give her something with glitter on it and she'd do just about anything for you. I'm afraid all that baby sweetness is going to go away when the hormones start surging. I've already seen a few glimpses of it in her.
But I'm getting off track. What I really wanted to talk about what the self-centeredness of a 13 year old.
Dave and Sam each have an IPod Nano. Dave uses his pretty much exclusively when he is running on the treadmill. Sam uses his for things like surviving his excruciatingly painful and long 15-20 minutes bus ride, surviving any sort of car ride with his father and wicked evil step-mother, and in general surviving life. Both IPod's are over 2 years old and if you've ever had an IPod, you know that the batteries don't last forever and in general become crap after a couple years and cannot be replaced.
So Monday night Dave ran on the treadmill and killed his battery so he placed his IPod on the charger and called it good.
I should also mention that IPod's come with a charger that plugs in the USB port on the computer, but if you want to be able to plug it into the wall to charge, you have to purchase an adapter that costs about $30. So we only have one wall adaptor.
Last night Dave came home from work and got all ready to run on the treadmill and when he goes to get his IPod off the charger he finds it is already off the charger and still dead. You see where this is going, right? Sam. The little punk took Dave's IPod off the charger and put his own on it. His answer? A shoulder shrug and "Well mine was dead too." I asked him when exactly he took Dave's IPod off the charger and it turns out he went in there pretty much right after Dave. Then he went back the next morning after his IPod was nice and charged up and took without any thought of putting Dave's back on the charger. Thus the still dead battery at 6:30 p.m. last night. And his answer to that, "Well, we only have one charger."
Mind you, we gave him that IPod. Then he proceeds to tell us how he wants to buy an IPod touch with his Christmas money but he is about $100 short. I suggested he think up some extra chores around our house to help me out and I will pay him and he can earn the rest of the money that way. He doesn't like that idea. He says he can't think of anything he can do around the house. I offered to make him a list of all the tasks I perform each week, in addition to my 50-60 hour work week. He declined. Then, his little sister asks him if she can have his old IPod when he buys the touch and he tell her "NO!"
Who is this increasingly hairy person living in my house?
Tomorrow I will share with you the list he came up with with 5 reasons why he should be able to get an IPod touch
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Caught
My dog keeps getting into the trash. I have one of those fancy smancy trashcans that has a lid on it that you have to step on the pedal to open so there is really no excuse for this to keep happening. It’s mostly my fault because the bag will get full and I will pull it out but once I pull it out I realize that I could conceivably stuff ½ ton more trash into it so I will leave it sitting in the corner of the kitchen until I feel it is sufficiently stuffed with trash and only then will I take it into the garage. And three times in the last week I have forgotten to take it into the garage before we leave to go somewhere. And every freaking time Guinness will get into it and we will come home to trash strewn all over the kitchen. Last week he got the Honeybaked ham wrapper from our Christmas ham and licked it clean. He smelled so much like smoked meat that I had to break down and give him a bath. Dave kept saying, “Hmmm, why do I feel so hungry? Maybe because there is a Honeybaked Ham sitting on my lap.”
So here’s the worst part. Right before Christmas Dave decided to help me out by doing the grocery shopping and he brought me home a box of chocolates. And he was so proud of himself. But between you and me, they weren't very good and Christmas came and there were so many other better things to eat that the chocolates just sat on the counter. And finally today I decided to just throw them away. I didn’t tell him they weren’t that good, I just sort of buried them in the trash. But then I left the trash bag in the kitchen when we went to dinner with Dave’s family and dammit wouldn’t you know that Guinness helped himself to the trash. So we come home and there is my box of chocolates laying in the middle of the kitchen floor and you better believe it’s empty now. So I immediately freak out and start yelling about how the dog ate chocolate and he’s going to die. And Dave looks at me and says, “There were chocolates left in it?”
Great Guinness. Thanks.
So here’s the worst part. Right before Christmas Dave decided to help me out by doing the grocery shopping and he brought me home a box of chocolates. And he was so proud of himself. But between you and me, they weren't very good and Christmas came and there were so many other better things to eat that the chocolates just sat on the counter. And finally today I decided to just throw them away. I didn’t tell him they weren’t that good, I just sort of buried them in the trash. But then I left the trash bag in the kitchen when we went to dinner with Dave’s family and dammit wouldn’t you know that Guinness helped himself to the trash. So we come home and there is my box of chocolates laying in the middle of the kitchen floor and you better believe it’s empty now. So I immediately freak out and start yelling about how the dog ate chocolate and he’s going to die. And Dave looks at me and says, “There were chocolates left in it?”
Great Guinness. Thanks.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Okay, first things first. I got a wild hair up my ass yesterday and joined Facebook. It seems kind of cool but also like it could be kind of time-consuming. So we'll see how long that lasts. It's another thing I can waste time with ;)
Second. I am almost finished Christmas shopping. I ran all over town today buying, buying, buying. At Target I purchased a very nice snow globe my along with a couple books and some other miscellaneous gifts. Well, the line at Target stretched all the way back to cosmetics and by the time I got to the register I was hot and ready to get out of there. When the cashier rang up the snow globe she just threw it in a plastic bag by itself. I thought about asking her to put another bag around it, but because it was so busy, I didn't. (You know where this is going, right?) I threw the snow globe bag inside of the bag that had a bunch of other stuff, including the books. Then I met up with "the mother" to pick up the kids from the weekend. And I didn't want them to see the bags in the trunk so I carried all the bags into the house myself.
And wouldn't you guess, the one bag I dropped was the bag with the snow globe in it. It shattered and immediately soaked everything else in the bag, including the two books.
So what do you think, should Target replace these things for me or is it my fault? I'm torn. And it was a terrible way to cap off a day of shopping.
Second. I am almost finished Christmas shopping. I ran all over town today buying, buying, buying. At Target I purchased a very nice snow globe my along with a couple books and some other miscellaneous gifts. Well, the line at Target stretched all the way back to cosmetics and by the time I got to the register I was hot and ready to get out of there. When the cashier rang up the snow globe she just threw it in a plastic bag by itself. I thought about asking her to put another bag around it, but because it was so busy, I didn't. (You know where this is going, right?) I threw the snow globe bag inside of the bag that had a bunch of other stuff, including the books. Then I met up with "the mother" to pick up the kids from the weekend. And I didn't want them to see the bags in the trunk so I carried all the bags into the house myself.
And wouldn't you guess, the one bag I dropped was the bag with the snow globe in it. It shattered and immediately soaked everything else in the bag, including the two books.
So what do you think, should Target replace these things for me or is it my fault? I'm torn. And it was a terrible way to cap off a day of shopping.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Patience is a Virtue I Don't Possess
I've been trying to update my frickin frackin blog for 4 days now and I'm having some serious issues with blogger.
So, for the time being, you are all stuck with the Thanksgiving background and my stinky attitude.
My apologies - here's the short update.
We had a nice relaxing Thanksgiving and the time off ended way too soon. I hate my job more than ever this week and I'm actually a little jealous that Val got to quit hers while I still have to suffer through mine. As stated above, I am not a patient person and am ready to move into the next phase of my life (that is a discussion for another post). We put our Christmas tree up, or should I say, I put our Christmas tree up on Sunday so I'm feeling all Christmasy and I want to sit in my living room and just stare at it all the time.
Okay, so that's all for now. I'm going to try and get this silly blog updated tonight and get a proper post up.....
Standby.
So, for the time being, you are all stuck with the Thanksgiving background and my stinky attitude.
My apologies - here's the short update.
We had a nice relaxing Thanksgiving and the time off ended way too soon. I hate my job more than ever this week and I'm actually a little jealous that Val got to quit hers while I still have to suffer through mine. As stated above, I am not a patient person and am ready to move into the next phase of my life (that is a discussion for another post). We put our Christmas tree up, or should I say, I put our Christmas tree up on Sunday so I'm feeling all Christmasy and I want to sit in my living room and just stare at it all the time.
Okay, so that's all for now. I'm going to try and get this silly blog updated tonight and get a proper post up.....
Standby.
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