Can this really be a thing?
In the last week before Christmas, this little pass may just come in handy. Thought I would share with you too in case you would like a little stress relief also.
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I didn’t order the combo
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Ever get something you don’t want?
Living in the upper left corner of the US means we get a lot of a combo I don’t like.
I don’t mind rain.
I actually kinda like wind.
I DO NOT like them together.
When rain falls, it should fall straight down. Then it is easily avoided (for the most part) by making sure you are under something.
When it is windy AND raining at the same time, well that presents a problem. No longer can you get under something to avoid getting wet. Instead, the wind causes the rain to go sideways and even sometimes lifts rain that has already fallen on the ground right back off of it! That is just plain ridiculous.
Anyway, the upper left corner could use less of the sideways rain and more of the straight down rain.
What weather combo do you not like?
TMI?
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Are you all ready for this?
It perhaps falls into the TMI category…
What is the deal with the biology or science or chemistry or whatever behind this?
Consume asparagus = Get stinky pee.
Why?
And I am not talking like hours later. I am talking like within 30 minutes. So weird.
Why?
I suppose I could Google it, since it is the knower of all things. But I wanna know your explanation. Make something up! Tell me the truth. Just give me an answer because, like the old commercial used to say, “Inquiring minds want to know.”
Why?
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Hail (to) the garbageman
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If you are a home owner, you have probably done this at least once. My guess is probably more than once. What is it, you ask?
It looks a little like this…
You’re laying in bad dead asleep. Blissfully not a care in the world when you are awakened by a familiar noise. You listen for a second and then realize that familiar noise is the garbage truck up the street. IT. IS. GARBAGE.DAY. and you forgot to put out the can(s)!
So, you bolt from bed, desperately trying to clothe yourself (or maybe not, if you’re that kind of person) and put on some sort of foot covering as you awkwardly and progressively work your way through the house to the cans that need to be taken to the street.
Now, if you are quick, hopefully you made it to the street before the truck comes rambling up to scoop up your cans as you stand there in the driveway or next to the road, disheveled like you just randomly dressed in clothes you found in the dumpster behind the thrift store. But if you are not…well, my friend, you are just SOL.
Maybe, just maybe, you get lucky and make eye contact with the garbage collection officer and he acknowledges you and comes back to empty your can. That is a glorious day and the victory feels like you should just stop there for the day and not risk further misfortune.
But if you are not that lucky, you get the walk of shame with a full can and another week of stinky garbage. You might as well crawl in the can and wait. There is no coming back from this defeat.
So, don’t be that guy. Get the garbage out and hail to the garbageman.
Home office chills
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My job allows me to telecommute two days a week and let me tell you that I am gonna take advantage of that in any way possible since I have to drive through the worst traffic in the US, to the tune of 45 miles one way to work. So, having the chance to telecommute is not going to go untakenadvantageof (yes I know that word is made up, but it should be a real word).
Anyway, the disadvantage to my telecommute at this point is that the house is too small to have my “home office” actually in the home, which means it is currently set up in my garage. It isn’t a totally bad deal except…
…except the garage isn’t completely insulated and on rare occasions the temperature of the upper left corner of the contiguous 48 actually dips below freezing. As such, the “home office” gets rather chilly. This morning the “home office” was 41 degrees before turning on the heater and when I started working, over an hour later, it was 46 degrees.
My “home office” requires a continually running heater and a stocking cap. And a perpetually warm cup of coffee for the hands.
Oh the sacrifices I make to work from home.
Sorta Thankful
I was at the store last evening picking up a last minute item needed by someone in the house to make something to put in my mouth today. The place was packed and the cash registers were beeping like crazy.
The young man behind the counter checking me out wished me a “Happy Thanksgiving” and I returned the sentiment. And then I added, “I hope you don’t have to work tomorrow.” His response irritated me, though it was really no fault of his own.
You see, he has to work today, at a grocery store, on Thanksgiving. That is the totally irritating part! The poor kid will spend at least half of his day working instead of being with family or friends, all because we as a society are too damn selfish to let people stay home.
You know what they used to do if they forgot the olives, or cranberries, or whatever? THEY WENT WITHOUT and made due with what they did have! No stores were open and everyone survived without whatever was missing. Because, really, did they need it that bad?
No one was working (well, except for first responders – and we’ll talk about that in a second). Why have we become a society of consumers and “me first”? It really is all our (me included, though I have made great effort over the years not to be) fault. We have made this mess.
Anyway, there are people working today which I suppose is a necessary evil. First responders (fire, police, hospital, ambulance, etc) are all on the job today keeping people safe or saving people. I am thankful for them. They sacrifice for us and that we should be grateful for.
So, Piss and Moan is sorta thankful today…is it possible to be only partially thankful and still not be an ass? Eh, who cares. Happy Thanksgiving.
Paper towel thieves
Stop taking the damn paper towels!!
OK, so it is fine to use them, but stop taking the whole roll from the room they were placed in, and if you use the last one go get a new roll. It is really simple, people. Simple.
At work we seem to have an endless supply of paper towels. Each of the main bathrooms has a whole closet full of them. I don’t know why. I don’t care why. I just know because I am constantly going in there to replenish a roll somewhere. Why? Because my freaking co-workers can’t do it themselves.
Keep a roll in the lunch room. Simple. Only, every time I go in there to have lunch, there’s no roll! WTF! I just put one in here two days ago because there wasn’t one in here.
Keep a roll by the coffee machine. Simple. Only when I need to use one, there is no roll again. Someone used the last one and failed to replace it or it was a handy roll to steal and never got replaced. WTF!
I feel like the damn paper towel police, only there should be no full time police force of paper towels needed if everyone was responsible enough to get their own roll of towels out of the supply closet in the bathroom, which just happens to be magically replenished all the time because it is always full. Where is that fairy? Why isn’t she making sure everywhere else has towels too?
Let’s keep it clean people. Make sure there are paper towels where they should be all the time. ALL the time.
Voting for the lesser evil
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Hey, wanna have a voice? Use it!
You (provided you are a legal U.S. citizen) have a Constitutional right to have a voice in our government, whether it be local or national. Wanna make a difference? Vote.
However, why does voting in our democracy always feel like you are voting for the lesser of two evils? This person sucks but that one sucks even more. Which one will hurt me less? Which one will chip away at my freedoms and rights least? Which one will listen less to special interests and big money and really work for me the little person? Which one really is the best fit for holding true to the Constitution and the guarantees I hold dear?
So, yeah, get out and vote. Vote for someone that you believe is the better of the bad choice.
The floor is yours
There isn’t anything easy about it.
I don’t know how some of you do it. It? Post regularly AND have a great following, including interaction with readers and shares.
This ain’t easy. 100 posts and less than 100 followers. 100 posts of Pissing and Moaning about crap in life that’s irritating. Boy it sure feels good some days!
Are you in the same boat? Are paddling with half a paddle and bailing water with a hole in the bucket?
Go ahead, post a struggle or a frustration with blogging below. You now have the floor…
It’s just too much
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Can we just stop already? This has just gotten totally outta hand!
Is anyone else tired of the “Pumpkin Spice” takeover of the world?
I mean really, does EVERYTHING need to have pumpkin spice in it?
See here, here, and here. Oh, and here and over there.
Enough already. Seriously. No one likes it that much. No one.
Piss and Moan 