miz_anneliese | Entries tagged with ranty

Dear upstairs neighbors:

Sooooooo that day you stole my dryer is also the same day you, uh, moved out. Sorry about the ranty, there. But I can't say I was really too sorry to see you go. You know something? The basement doesn't smell like smoke anymore! And the raccoons haven't gotten into our trash because we, unlike you, can actually bag our trash AND put the lids back on! Also, do you even know how QUIET it's been? Like a little piece of quiet heaven, there.

So uh... happy trails!

Slightly more love,
The girl who lives downstairs

PS: The landlord left the interior door unlocked, so I sorta crept upstairs to have a look around. Y'all had a really nice place. I'm kind of interested to know how much the rent is.

Dear upstairs neighbors:

( ranty )

AN EXTREME LACK OF LOVE,
The girl who lives downstairs

Dear work people:

What the hell is so hard about turning your fucking cell phone to silent - or even better, OFF - while you're at work? In fact, what the hell is so hard about even turning THE VOLUME DOWN? WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT??

No love, you noisy bastards,
-me

Chore list, this time for realz y0:

~~1) Get home~~
~~2) Screw the gym~~
2subsidiary) I'm depressed and lethargic as all hell lately. I hate it but I'm kinda stuck right now.
~~3) Get beer (Cherry Wheat, mmmm)~~
~~4) Strip sheets, comforter cover~~
~~5) Wash sheets, comforter cover~~
6) Throw away cat litter box (The Beau has already cleaned and made disappear the food bowls)
7) Pick up DVD area
8) Maybe attempt to file some crap or at least organize some of the scattered papers
~~9) Eat leftover Indian "Fusion" food from~~ Cumin~~; let taste buds have little foodgasm~~
~~10) Go to bed probably way too early because I sleep a lot these days~~
~~11maybe) Read some from~~ Jasper Fforde's Well of Lost Plots~~. I finally started it today.~~

Dear March of 2008:
You have one thing going for you: my ex-husband's birthday. Other than that, you can take your death, and your brain damage, and your liver cancer, and your strokes, and your death-of-loved-ones, and your long goodbyes, and shove them RIGHT UP YOUR ASS.

This month has been the time of more sickness and death for SO MANY loved creatures of people I care about - pets and humans included - that I can hardly believe the number.

No love and hurry up April,
-me

Dear self:

1) Quit waiting until nearly 2 to eat lunch. Letting your blood sugar drop like that is bad.

2) Quit taking your job for granted. Yes, your boss likes you. Yes, you're smart. Yes, you have a decent grasp on some of the trickier parts of the job. NOW, start getting to work on time. And pay more damn attention to detail, because you just f'ed up your fourth thing in as many working days, that your boss is going to have to straighten out. Knock it off.

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Dear cramps:

You can quit aaaaaaaaaany time now.

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Dear sinuses:

You can quit being irritated any time now, too.

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Dear people at work:

It is considered polite to turn off your fucking cell phone ringer at work. I leave my phone on vibrate; if I can do it, guess what! You can, too!

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Dear people who live upstairs from me:

I like you, and your kids. Really, I do. You're all very nice and sweet. However, I cannot WAIT until I move out from underneath you, because the children are very rambunctious, and on days where I am sick and crampy? Yeah, I don't need it.

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Dear sunshine:

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY Stay as long as you like!!

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Dear people who size women's jeans:

I don't care if I'm a 10, a 12, a 14, or a triple-X-mondo-large. ALL I WANT IS CONSISTENCY. Oh, and a pair of jeans that fit my hips and aren't 8 lengths too long for me.

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Dear head:

Oh, you can quit with the headache any time now, too. Just sayin'.

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Dear Semi-truck driver on South 71 this morning:

( wherein I get ranty after almost being squished; contains bad language )

Tonight: over to J+V's for dinin' and winin' and sayin' goodbye
Tomorrow: Derby party
Sunday: Off to watch a friend finish the Flying Pig Marathon and then not-so-delicately suggest he shower before I hug him
To fit in these days: more work, because the work! it never! ends!

Gastrointestinal distress level: very high. I've been in varying amounts of pain (nothing ridiculously excessive, though) for 2 days now. This. Needs. To. Stop. If I wake up tomorrow still in pain (I've been hoping this is the 24-48 hour stomach bug that's been going around), I'm going to have to friggin' call off work again, and call my doctor, and figure out what the deal is now.
I really, really hope I wake up feeling better tomorrow.

Nature: You know what we haven't really had all winter? Snow! Let's have some pretty snow!
Cincinnati: OMFG WHITE DEATH!
Nature: ... shut up.
Cincinnati: OMFG IT SNOWED LAST NIGHT! IT'S ARMAGEDDON! EVERYONE DRIVE LIKE ASSHATS AND GET INTO ACCIDENTS!
Nature: ... *sigh*

I'm ranty and this has the potential to offend.
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I dunno. This day has already started off nasty (stupid drivers anyone?)

Swiped from

cag, and passing it on.

He's absolutely RIGHT, and N and I are both frothingly angry.

Oh, I'm in great cheer today. NOT!

Apparently all the crappiest drivers in the tristate area got off their vacations and are driving as stupidly as possible in an effort to get into an accident and not have to go back to work.

Asshole #1: Idiot left his car parked in a NO PARKING BTW 7 - 9 AM ZONE (or whatever the time limit is, I know it includes 8 AM), so there I am, zipping along, and manage to screech to a halt before I hit his nice shiny black car with the temp tags. YES I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU, MISTER (or lady, you get the point), YOU'RE LUCKY I DIDN'T REAR END YOUR CAR OUT OF SPITE.

AH #2: Hi, I know you'd *really* like to merge RIGHT INTO my car, but maybe you could wait JUST a second? Oh hey, you figured that out and managed to wait until your front bumper has now juuuuuuuust cleared mine.

AH #3: I'm glad you like getting RIGHT on other people's asses, that's great, but has it occurred to you yet that driving in such a way that causes you to step ON YOUR BRAKES every TEN SECONDS may not be the safest thing to do?

AH #4: O Hello Mr. Truck, would you like to explain to me how all of your brethren have managed to hit at least 50 mph on this eensy uphill, whereas you can only pull FORTY? Maybe you should get your engine looked at. Or your brain.

Other things:
Dear computer: stop resetting all my times into the 24 hour clock. I hate that.

Dear business casual: I understand the need for you. But stop appearing in the middle of my jeans months. I only have a limited amount of time to enjoy that.

Dear society: I wish you'd get over the whole "women must shave OR IT'S ICKY BEYOND BELIEF AND EWWWWW" thing. I HATE shaving, and it makes my legs feel all itchy and scraped.

Dear "normal" men and society in general: I am CURVY. And I am 28 years old. And it has taken until NOW for me to start accepting my body and believing that it's HOT, because all of you and your stupid models and fashion magazines tell me that I have to be a stick figure. Which, ok, some women CAN do that, but I'm just not built that way, so lay off, aight??

[EDIT] One more:
Dear IT: Why did you install a communicator system on our PC's that ALWAYS fails to log us in until about 10 AM, and only after we've tried an average of 7 times to login? What were you thinking when you installed this piece of crap software?

Hi, my name is miz_anneliese, and I am suffering from a bout of Cranky today.

Oral surgeons and insurance:

I wasted at least an hour today trying to find an oral surgeon listed in my insurance's physician directory. I called several different places - 1) routed to the wrong place 2) left a message, no response 3) cut off in the middle of my sentence with "Please hold" 4) "oooh, you'll want our other office, it's closer. Let me give you that number." WAIT! YOU'RE NICE! .. dammit.

See, I'd already made an appointment with the place my dentist recommended, but they're not part of my PPO, so I had to find a new place. Now then, after finally getting a hold of a real live semi-intelligent halfway nice person, I made my appt for the Great Wisdom Tooth Extraction consultation, and then called my other place and canceled. So then I think, Hmmmmmmm. I should see how my dental works with my health insurance and what gets covered.

So I waste ANOTHER half hour researching insurance stuff. Dental (Cigna) online says that... In-network and Out-of-network have EXACTLY THE SAME FUCKING COVERAGE. okaaaaaaaaay. So I call the toll-free number only to get embroiled in the automated phone system that... doesn't help me at all. Ok, onto health insurance (UHC). Online, it says that extractions aren't covered. What? Aren't covered? WTF? So I call them to make sure I'm not mis-reading something, 'cause I really am kinda dumb when it comes to figuring out all the insurance stuff. Into the phone system. Push "1", push "2", say birthdate, say "benefit", get person. Ask person question. Person says "oooh, I'm just in Notifications [whatever the hell that is], so I don't really know..." "uh, okaaaaay" "Our phone system's been down all day so we're even having problems transferring! You could try calling back, though!" riiiiiiiiight. never-freakin'-mind.

So basically I could have done nothing today, not elevated my stress levels, gone to the appointment with the nice recommended surgeon that had a helpful and friendly staff, and been right where I am now. *sigh*

Anyway, home now, and mildly suprised to find that exercise *can* improve the mood... after a good workout and some Kylie Minogue on the way home, I do feel a little better - insurance, oral surgeons, and general work BS notwithstanding.

Whatever the fuck happened to "Love thy neighbor"? Is that no longer a part of "church teaching"?

Priest Denies Gays' Supporters Communion

$#@%R^^*&U^&*)%($#@$@!*$#EN#@

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

No, no, NO.

Democratic Leadership Rethinking Abortion

GODDAMN CONSERVATIVES. GODDAMN BIBLE-THUMPING FUCKTARDS THAT CAN'T LET US JUST LIVE OUR LIVES.

Every now and then you have a day that just breaks you.

Let's review, shall we?

Work should be BETTER by now. Instead I just get more and more stressed. I've been fidgety and frustrated all week, and today I worked from 7 AM to 7:45 PM. Not cool.
My anti-socialism is becoming more of an issue, less of a quirk. I just don't want to do anything lately, especially anything that involves me and people I don't know well. People are going out tomorrow after work.. I should go. I kind of want to, and then again, kind of don't want to deal with the hassle. I have a wedding this Saturday, and a shower this Sunday, and then back to work where it all starts over again. I'm going bowling with my group on Friday, all afternoon. I don't even like bowling, but hey... everyone else is doing it. And yes, I do feel bad whining about my social occasions, but sometimes everyone needs to throw a pity party.
I bailed on dinner with a friend of mine. So now I feel like a bad friend on top of everything else.
I need to do laundry BADLY. I am down to the aforementioned undies (minus palm trees).
There's a ton of non-work-related shit I've been slacking on.. "oh, I'll get to it once I stop coming home and WANTING TO KILL THINGS," I keep saying.
I woke up this morning depressed. Why, you might ask? Well. I had dreams last night about my ex. Not the "Oh I hate him he's such a bastard" vengeful dreams, either. I had dreams that he was trying to better himself, that he wanted to be friends. I hugged him in my dream, and I couldn't make myself let go. I could feel the bulk of his body and I just wanted to touch him. I looked up and we could have kissed, but even my dream self knows better than to take it there.
There was also laundry involved. Don't ask.
I haven't gone to the gym regularly for months, so I now I feel like I should just walk around going "MOOOOOO"

Some days just really get to, yanno?

There will be no. fucking. drama. in my life.

<repeat mantra until drama goes away>

I am absolutely exhausted from trying to keep up with the expected stress levels at work, and I've barely done anything over the past 2 days.

See, the main server that went down last week? Well, it crashed twice on Sunday. They were running checkdisk on it Monday. Half the files on it were corrupt. We programmers were limited in what we could actually accomplish. So today, our IT department was working on restoring all the files from a week ago from the old server to a brand spankin' new server, and the rest of us were anxiously waiting to get everything done that had been delayed since Sunday. Well, we needed a set of files from another department, which was in turn waiting on information from a third department, which was processing a HUGE amount of data manually, since our new server has a new address that doesn't match the hard-coded server name in all of our automated processes.
Got it?
So. Everyone's chugging along, slowly but surely, and I'm in high gear, anticipating the huge amount of time it's going to take me to catch up. Now guess what happens. At 2:50 PM - before the restore is done, before anybody has had a chance to do anything to mitigate the workload - the power goes out in our entire section of the city.
What timing, eh?
So whole departments of our company leave. There the programmers sit. Some more departments leave. I play euchre with a couple co-workers. The rest of the other departments, except for IT, leave. Our boss says if the power isn't on by 4:45, we can leave, too.
Guess what? Power comes on at 4:39. I'm not even kidding.
Of course, it'll take another half hour for things to be close to online... eventually our boss says we can leave if we want to. I do. Fuck that.
So all of the high-level stress I thought would be over with today? Is pushed till tomorrow. Tomorrow will probably be the absolute worst day of the year as far as work is concerned. I have 7 projects I am now behind on, 2 more tomorrow that I have to deal with, and 3 for the following day that I haven't even looked at.
Our department is NOT having a good time of it.

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