Morning time

Having to get up earlier than my regular scheduled time makes me angry. I wind up cranky for the whole day. Mornings suck, but they suck even more when they start thirty minutes earlier.

Big Boobs

Have you seen Beautiful Girls? If not, you should. It's a great movie with a great story and a great looking, but young Natalie Portman. There is one part with Rosie O'Donnell where she is shopping in the grocery store and she goes into a long diatribe with these two fellahs about how big girls have big boobs and how little girls have little boobs. It's how God made the world fair. If you're little and have a perfect body, you get no boobs. The benefit of having a few extra pounds means you get big luscious boobs. Sounds fair to me.

Only now, with plastic surgery, little girls can have any size boobs they want. They can weigh a buck o five and have boobs that are bigger than their head. Never mind that I hate my big boobs. I hate that I can't wear tank tops or cute summer blouses without looking like I'm trying to be in porn. I hate that I have to buy all my button up shirts a size larger because I get that pull on the fabric that is between the two buttons that are right at the bust line. I hate that I look like I weigh ten more pounds than I actually do because I have a big boobs or that sometimes, after the movies, I find popcorn that has fallen into my cleavage.

Never mind these things. It still pisses me off that someone who was born with little boobs can pay someone 5K, still get to look thin and perfect, and get the same melons I have. It's just one more thing in a long list of things that make the world not fair.

Riverwind casino

Why is the guys' night on Friday night? Guys get $10 free play on Friday--they get to go out, have a good time, party it up...all on a Friday night. Girls' night at Riverwind casino is on Monday night. What kind of bullshit is that? Who wants to drive out to BFE Norman Oklahoma on a Monday night and get crazy gambling and drinking it up? Monday night is the worst night of the entire week. Nobody wants to go out on a Monday night. Nobody feels festive on a Monday night. It's the first night of a whole new week of torture and hell at your job. I'd like to see the numbers on how successful guys' night is vs. girls' night.

I mean, really, what kind of gender bias is that?

Funny Games US

Have you seen this movie? It made me more mad than any movie I have ever seen. If you haven't seen it, watch it, and let me know if you feel angry.

Men's eyes

I wonder if I have the same eyes as my husband. Well, not the same eyes. I know we don't share the SAME eyes. What I wonder is if the eyes are made the same. Because every week or so, I come home, and I look in the back yard, and I think, "man, the grass is already high again." But he looks at the backyard and sees nothing. Lots of times I come home and I look at the one rug we have on our hardwood floor, and it has lots of grass and dirt on it that our dog has brought in, and I think, "Lord, this rug needs to be vacuumed." He comes home, and sees nothing. Or what about dust? Sometimes someone has brushed up against the TV, and there is a smudge in the dust, so when I turn it on I think, "Ewww, there's a lot of dust on the TV." He turns it on and sees, guess what? Yep, nothing.

So, when I say, "hey, do you think you could mow the back yard or help me vacuum or maybe dust something?" He looks at me like I have lost my damned mind and says, "we just did that last week." What, you think if you clean it once it stays clean forever? It's a magic self cleaning house? If there's one on the market, can you please upgrade your job to where you make a million dollars so we can get one of those? Because otherwise dumbass, you have to clean and mow and pull weeds and wash windows on a cyclical basis. It never ends. I promise, you are never going to mow the yard and then the grass is going to miraculously stop growing. Unless, of course, you have set it on fire or it is the first freeze of the year. So, stop looking at me like I'm crazy and start using your eyes to see the shit that is accumulating everywhere while you're sitting there with your head in the fucking computer.

I love my husband, but sometimes he makes me mad.

smack it up

People who smack their food make me want to slap them in the face. What, were you born in a barn, gross ass?

Hem

I do not like to hem pants. As a matter of fact, I don't like to hand stitch anything. I have multiple projects that have made it to the final stages of completion, and they still lay uncompleted, simply because I will not pick up a needle and thread.

This laziness would be sad for anyone. But for me, it is especially devastating, as I paid $30,000 for a fashion design degree, and I send my pants to the dry cleaner and pay an additional $8 a pair to have them hemmed. I do not care. It is worth the $8 to not have to hem them. Using my valuable time to hem a pair of pants just makes me mad.

resident aliens

I follow the law. I believe in people fighting, picketing, standing up against an unfair law, but as long as a law is a law, I follow it.

Current law states citizens of other countries cannot be in the US illegally. I understand the arguments for and against it, and quite frankly, I could care less. At this point in time, the law has legal ways for people from other countries to legally be in the US (yes, I know they are sometimes difficult and expensive processes), and if someone chooses to not follow those routes, then that is against the law.

Where is this going? I had two Mexican citizens in my office yesterday who wanted to open a bank account. They had none of the proper documentation, no Visa, no passport, nothing. They actually admitted to me that they were here illegally when I asked them their citizenship status--are they residents, permanent residents, etc? THEN, they had the nerve to bitch me out because I couldn't help them open an account without the proper documentation. And told me, "Americans make it so hard for us to be successful here."

Are you shitting me? Is it my fault you opted to leave your country and come to the US illegally? Is it my fault you do not have proper documentation? Did I write this law?

Don't blame your failed attempt to participate in illegal activities without the proper documentation on me. Makes me mad.

Commercials

It makes me mad when they show commercials for food places we don't have in our state. Mostly, I'm talking about Dairy Queen. There are none here anymore, and yet we have commercials for them. It's terribly aggravating to be having an insane craving for a Peanut Buster Parfait from one of those damned commercials and not be able to get one without having to drive two hours to get to Texas.

My Coke Rewards

It makes me mad now that I have a lot of saved up points that there is nothing worth buying on the site! All of the stuff on there is stupid! I keep looking thinking they are going to change things on the site, give me something I might want to spend my points on, but alas...no go. Still nothing worth buying on the my coke rewards site. Guess I'll go back to drinking Diet Dr. Pepper.

Big Dipper

I am not a germaphobe. I do not care if someone double dips in my cheese sauce or in my ranch dip. Doesn't bother me a bit. But what makes me mad, is when you are sharing dip, and someone is a big dipper. I am a small dipper. I dip my chip, bread, etc. into the sauce, and whatever sticks to it is what I eat. My husband uses his chip like a shovel and haul as much dip onto it as possible before shoving it into his mouth. I could make a container of French Onion Dip last two weeks. He could get four scoops out, and the thing would be empty. Tres annoying when you're at a restaurant and order a dip (spinach artichoke for example) that doesn't come with free refills, and you get two bites, and the other person gets two bites, and the whole thing of dip is gone.

Trash Men

Our trash man comes on Monday night. You have to put your trash can out right at the edge of the curb in the exact right location, or they don't pick up your trash. But then can dump the trash and then leave your can wherever the hell they want. Usually, it's blocking our drive way, and they've dropped the neighbor's in the street. So, it's like I'm running through an obstacle course to get out of my own drive way on Tuesday morning. Lazy trash men make me mad.

Bosses

I have done some type of sales my entire career. Well, that's not entirely true. There have been maybe two jobs where I have not been involved directly in sales, meaning I wasn't selling something to customers, but I was still selling something. Being in sales, I have always had sales goals. And as I've moved up the chain and managed a few places, I have been responsible for making my sales goals through other people.

I am good at my job. I work hard, and I am competitive, and I care about whether or not I make my goals. I'm at work to win. I want to be the best in our market. So, I bust it every single day.

What makes me mad is when I have to call in my numbers at the end of the day, and I didn't quite hit the goal. Or didn't even get in the right state, much less in the right ball park. And my boss--the big boss as I call him--says, "Well, what happened?"

"You know what Mr. Big Boss? Between drinking all of those margaritas and the ping pong tournament we conducted in our store with the staff, we just didn't have time to actually work with any customers today. We let them know we'd be in full swing tomorrow, and they could stop back by then, when we were in a better position to assist them--meaning, not drunk. So, tomorrow, my numbers should look better."

I mean what kind of stupid question is that? If I knew what happened, I would have fixed the problem and sold something! I'm an adult professional. Although it is not a sixty year life span, I have done this my entire life. I know it is hard to believe that I am not completely retarded, and didn't give people the finger when they walked in the door today. And even harder to believe what really happened. That being that nobody actually came inside the store today because there was a torrential downpour outside during the hours we were open, and I couldn't get hold of anyone on the phone to generate any business, because most people are at work in the middle of the day. Shocking, I know.

Sometimes I think there may be no hope for upper management.

crotch

The word crotch...it makes me mad. It's just a nasty sounding word. Some people are offended by the word "pussy," and some people by the word "bitch," but not me. I'm offended by the word "crotch."