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GRRRR- Pet Peeves for today . . . a rant in the making.

Posted in Life, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 29, 2014 by urbannight

Today I’m very cranky.  I am very grumpy.  I’m finding everything annoying.

When laundry from the dryer is still wet.

Drivers who don’t think rain and fog is a good reason to slow down.

People who drive with their lights off in rain and fog.

Having to slam on my breaks (three times) on the drive to work because people are driving crazy.

Zombie

Me before 10:00 am.

People talking in loud and energetic voices at 7:30 am.  I always enjoyed my quiet mornings before most of the staff got to work.  Only they have hired a very very very loud person for my unit who has my same start time.  I miss my calm, quiet, start to the workday.  Without it, it puts me on the wrong foot for the rest of the day.

Not being able to hear the callers with my headset cranked up because the loudest person now sits behind me.

Having tons of work but three of my co-workers spend half of the day in each others cubes  chatting.

Nosy people trying to get into my business while I’m trying to get work done, slowing me down and keeping me from concentrating.

Callers who don’t listen.  I asked for the city, not the road.  I asked for the DL, not the state.  I asked for the year, not the make.  I asked for my vehicle not your driver.  Basically, callers who answer my questions with completely different information.  Are they even listening to the questions?

Agents who call in a claim, ‘to get it started’, when they actually don’t have ANY of the info yet.

People who ask me how I am after I ask how I can help them.  That is not an appropriate response to my question.

People who assume I just asked them how they are when I never did.  Clearly, they didn’t actually hear anything I had just said to them.

Every time work provides ‘treats’ to the staff, it is cake and cookies, despite the aggressive ‘wellness’ program they have going on.  Wouldn’t fruit and veggies be better?  Talk about mixed messages.

Callers that are clearly insane.

The company using the same three horrible restaurants to cater special lunches.  The only saving grace is that the horrible Italian place does make amazing dinner rolls.  But I can only have one.

Everyone thinking that I like chocolate because ‘everyone’ likes chocolate even though I’ve spent years saying I’m not overly fond of it.

Constant headaches because the light levels in this office are insanely bright and the place is always too hot. (Although everyone else thinks it is cold.  I think they are nuts about that too.)

Hashtags.  I don’t mind tags.  I detest hashtags.  (I admit, I may be sinking to the level of irrationality.)

Photo for a Halloween hat. She may look witchy but I have no proof she is bitchy and can’t make a case for the words being equal.

Callers who won’t let me do anything to help them but won’t get off the phone until I solve their problems.

Books that have plot points that are never addressed by the end of the book.  Basically, every major motivating plot point in the novel I finished at lunch today.

People who use the word witch to substitute bitch.  I know enough witches who are not bitches to really resent that usage and find it personally offensive.

You know, I just want to boycott the rest of the week and read a few books, watch a ton of Netflix and do some cross-stitching.

 

A Multitude of Thoughts

Posted in Entertainment, Gaming, Health, Life, Politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 7, 2012 by urbannight

Not everyone will be happy. But I am.

To start with, I’m very pleased with the apparent election outcome.  And not only does it look like Obama won the electoral votes, but they are thinking he probably won the popular vote as well.  They can’t say that officially yet because the counting isn’t done and it seems close enough in some places that they don’t want to commit to that just yet.

At the very very beginning of the primary race, I thought Romney might be a viable Republican option.  But as the primaries continued, and then after the nomination, and after he picked Paul Ryan, (Okay BEFORE he picked Ryan) I knew that I wouldn’t go near him with a 20 foot pole.  Maybe 100 yards would be better.  Isn’t that the distance on a restraining order?

My roommate, on the other hand, is not happy.  He feels as I do.  Only his sentiment is directed at Obama and not Romney.  So he is less happy this morning.

We are both still cranky and ticked off at one member of the wedding party from the weekend.  The fact that she is in a polyamorous relationship doesn’t bother me at all.  She seems to be a happier, stronger, more confident person than when she was with her ex-husband.  So it has been good for her.  What does bother me is that she treated the weekend as an opportunity for everyone else to take care of her little boy.  He is not yet school age. 

I know that it was a special weekend and they let him stay up later than his normal bedtime.  But she left it up to her boyfriend to make him go to bed.  She was too busy drinking and partying with the other members of the wedding party to make sure he got to bed. 

She asked her sister to watch him while they ran some errands in town and took off, without leaving the car seat and everyone wanted to do something that day.  But with no car seat, that meant someone had to stay back to watch the little boy.  And his mom couldn’t be bothered to answer her phone while they were out.  So we couldnt’ get them to drop the seat off or find out where they were so someone could pick up the car seat.

Then, at the wedding dinner, mugs were a party favor and people were told to find a spot based on the mug they wanted.  I put my camera in the spot I wanted.  I was more concerned with not being trapped in the back because I’m mildly agoraphobic.  I don’t like being trapped or surrounded by to many people.  She then comes over to me to say that she and her boyfriend and the other girlfriend are sitting in the three spots on that end.  Of course, then NEVER put down anything to mark those places as occupied. 

Did you notice that she only had three spots?  She never even thought about where her little boy was going to sit.  She was more concerned about her boyfriend.   Basically, he ended up in the only empty seat left.  She also didn’t even bother to make sure he got a plate of dinner.  It’s like he didn’t even exist for her during that dinner.  It was left up to the people around him to make sure he got fed and behaved well.   One of those people was his step-grandpa.   But he was also surprised that the boy’s mother didn’t bother to think about her son that evening.  So it wasn’t like there was an arrangement for him to sit near his grandpa.

It is two days later and I am still pissed off about this behavior.  Not even Election Night was able to distract me from it. 

Looking at photos, ones in which I appear, I hate to see myself.  I used to LOVE to be in front of the camera.  Every time I see a photo, I can’t believe it is me.  I do not see myself as being that huge.  I guess I have some kind of reverse anorexia.  You know, where the person w/ anorexia draws pictures of themselves as huge when they are in reality a walking skeleton.  I know I’m over weight, but my mental image is apparently much smaller than my real body size.  I can’t really reconcile the me I see in photo’s with the me in reality.   Maybe that’s part of the reason I have so much trouble losing weight?  And today the top of my butt cheeks hurt a lot.  No idea why. 

Actually, I think it may be a result from distracting myself from the Polls.  I would watch 15 minutes of a show, pause it, check the Polls, then clean for 5 minutes, and repeat.  So I was up cleaning for 5 minutes out of every 20.  All evening long.  That is a lot of up and down and up and down.  I suppose that could do it.

Back to politics as I remember something else from last night.  I was playing SWTOR in the later evening.  Everyone was doing really really well with NOT talking about politics.  Oh, there was the generic comments about the polls and such, but nothing about political opinions and beliefs. 

Until one idiot decided to announce that anyone who votes for Obama was a traitor.  All we said was that we felt the person was being a bit to extreme.  But the one person kept going on about it.  One person left the guild because of it.  After about half an hour, in which he couldn’t get anyone else to take sides at all, he (that is an assumption there) left the guild.  A comment right after was that if you ignore someone trying to stir things up, it becomes a self-correcting situation. 

A smart rule is to never discuss politics in Guild Chat.  People on both sides get upset.  People trying to ignore the discussion get upset.  In the past, I’ve seen guilds fracture and split in half over politics during election years.  It is too volatile a topic.  It is worse than religion.

Do you torture Sims after having a bad day?

Posted in Entertainment, Gaming, Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 16, 2012 by urbannight

I was in a somewhat cranky mood Monday and decided to build a Death House in Sims. But, by the time I got home to work on it, I thought it might be funnier to put a bunch of romance Sims in it and make them all attracted to the same things. So they all ended up having to also meet those requirements.

Everyone has black hair, make-up, and jewelry. They all find fat or stinky Sims unattractive.

To make things clear, this is Sims 2. I don’t like how Sims age when you switch houses in Sims 3. I spend time purposely cultivating Sims to pair up and then something unexpected happens when you return to one in another house.

So, 8 Sims moved into an unfurnished home and turned it into a very nice place: 1 Money Sim, 5 Romance Sims, and 2 Party Sims. I needn’t have bothered with the money Sim. They all wanted jobs anyway.

Their jobs have ended up rather spread out and they have no problems finding a place to sleep despite only 3 beds with the potential to sleep 5 people. Someone occasionally naps on the only loveseat. But no one ever ends up really sleep deprived.

With 8 people and only two showers and two toilets, you might think this would be a problem. So far, no one has been unable to get to a toilet when they needed one.

The dinning room only sits 4 but people manage to find seats among the chess stations.

So long as someone starts the smussle, no party ever fails. I guess it is because of all those happy, flirty Sims and all those fun, party Sims.

Despite wildly different personality types, everyone is getting along great! In fact, some people have fallen in love with more than one other person. You would think this would start some fights, but so far, none. It is really too bad they don’t initiate sex on their own. Maybe there is a better free will setting and I just haven’t found it yet.

I may have to build that Death House after all.

No floors.
Few lights.
Unfinished walls.
Holes in the roof.
Maybe even a small pool in the middle, w/ a diving board, but no ladder out.
No fire alarms.
One bathroom.
One or Two beds.
Little furniture.
Lots of food.
But no door.

They won’t need a house alarm. They can’t get robbed without a door.

I may even take it one step farther and make them all hate the same thing but make them all the thing they hate.

Who Needs a Pina Colada? I DO!

Posted in Entertainment, Food, Gaming, Life, Movies and Theatre with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 22, 2012 by urbannight

I’m tired and grumpy, hence the lack of pictures.

I got to my gaming group last night late.  There was an accident blocking a road and I had to take a detour that let me into an area I didn’t know I it took longer to get back to a road I did know. 

The upside is that I got the pleasure of killing another boss.  Only after they sat and discussed coup de gras.  Only I thought they were talking about another person’s turn and kind of tuned out.  What they really wanted was to scrap what I had just done and do a coup de gras.  Since I’ve not had an opportunity to do any crit rolls, they then had to explain exactly what I needed to do.  All I really wanted them to tell me is which dice to roll and how many times and when to add the modifier.  I didn’t need the long version.  I have to admit, I was really trying to stay awake.  I was really sleepy when I got there.

Of course, the Pally was a bit miffed (not really) because now we couldn’t question the insane priest.  But hey, what do you expect from a Chaotic Evil warrior with an axe to grind.  Literally, I was using a great axe.   And the priest killed my neutral ranger friend who was all for burning down the town as I was.  I kept the head by the way.  A girl needs her trophies.

So we ran right up to the stop time and there was another accident blocking my route on the way home.  Only this was worse.  Well, I don’t know about the accident but the dead ends were.  It was a housing development that went in a while back. Then the recession hit.  So there were lots of empty lots and lots of roads that just stopped.  So I got home late.

I want more sleep.  And then various things made me cranky today.  Sanctuary was cancelled.  I expected that.  The last episode makes me think the writers did too.  As we find out that Magnus spend her 150 ish long ‘vacation’ building a secret, underground, hidden sanctuary.  The end echoed lines from the first episode.  As a series finally, it was not very satisfying.  The overall feeling was they were making a season finale that could double as a series finale if they didn’t get picked up again.

I tried to use the feedback link on SyFy’s own website.  It doesn’t work.  It bounced back as undeliverable.

Why are you alienating and driving off the science fiction fans whom you would think were your target audience.  Years ago, “SciFi” was a fairly bad station that seemed to mostly air someone’s old collection of sci-fi and B-movies. 

Then, the station pulled itself up by its bootstraps, got it together, and started offering great science fiction shows.  But you have a history of cancelling shows, often without warning, so the writers are not able to write a finale to tie up the show.  Usually, you cancel the shows at the height of their popularity. 

Now you are bringing on all sorts of reality shows, wrestling (which no one has been able to understand why you added it in the first place), and a mish mash of other things other than scripted science fiction.

You are going the way of M-TV.  You should change your name again to reflect the fact you are no longer providing programming for the science fiction fans. 

That is what I tried sending them.

Then I had a banquet lunch.  Swedish Meatballs.  The dish on the box looks very good.  The sauce did not look like the sauce on the box.  It was not good.  I was very sad.  I wanted what was advertised and not the crap they actually put in the box. 

Now I want to go home.  I brought a change so I can stop at the fitness center on the way up the hill to the apartment.  Then I have to clean of the dinning room table.  I have an episode of Bones to watch.  I need to clear off the coffee table too.  I should put away the laundry and make the bed.  Then clean off the dressers and end tables.  I have “Flat Surfaceitis”.  This is the need to put things on flat surfaces.

What I really want to do is take a hot bath, have a pina colada, and play some SWTOR.