There is a group of people, including family members ....
They are somewhat computer literate. I've been asking these people to try instant messaging for years now. Situations keep coming up where it would be obviously useful.
And still they don't bother. They come up with harebrain ideas such as "everyone in the family call this one person that lives on the other side of the country in an emergency". They're so stuck in the mid-20th century, it's painful to watch. They have to be spoon-fed anything more complex than a push-button phone. It just doesn't click with them that there is another form of communication available, and that it's FREE.
I don't get it. How fucking hard is it to fill in a web form and run IM within a browser?! How much simpler can you make it?
I hate their mentality. It's a sort of "learn barely enough to get by" attitude. Idiots.
I have tried my best. I have been nice about it. They can stay technically illiterate for all I care. I simply won't talk to them about anything tech anymore.
This is kind of cool. Like screaming in the dark, you don't know if you'll be heard, but it does make you feel better. Anyway, I seem to be going through a rough patch at the moment. My partner has turned into the menopausal woman from HELL and, no matter how carefully I tread, I always seem to upset her or annoy her. I'm starting to wonder whether it is all worth it. My job (which I love) has reached one of those points where there isn't really anything substantial to do, so I just potter around withthe system and wait for something to really get my teeth in to. The trouble with that is that it makes the time go so slowly. What else? Oh yeah, spec on the bit of outside design work I have been doing for the last year seems to be gradually extending. I'm sick of it now and I just want it to stop! OK, so I will get payed for all the extra work, but, really, I've had enough now.
Ok, so I guess I'm lucky compared to some and I shouldn't complain, but some days I just feel like I could scream and never stop.
Could write more about my relationship, my painkiller addiction, my dire financial state, &c, but I think I've taken up enough room (for now).
Its weird, I've never gotten teary eyed over a celebrity passing away before but hearing about John Ritter's sudden death actually made me cry a bit.
Perhaps its because Threes Company brought alot of laughs during dark days of my youth. Maybe its due to the fact, that he was a genuinely nice guy and simply too young to die. Or perhaps maybe his sudden and tragic passing made me realize my own mortality. Whatever the reasons, I cried a bit.
I don't think I would cry if JLO and Ben Affleck died.
I love my boyfriend so much it hurts to be away from him more than a few hours. How can love be that strong, or am I just delusional, haha. I am going to marry this man someday, mark my words!
maybe it's all in my head: this pounding of your heart & desire for me. it's possible, after all, that i imagine it to make myself happy.
if i just wouldn't love him so much and fall back to you. it's where the happiness lies: down the road. but i can't walk that far.
Fuck this 9/11 bullshit. Our government kills people all over the world all the time and nobody ever cries for them. I'm sick of it.
Essa semana tem sido horrível, longa, molhada e fria. A chuva e o vento têm muito a ver com isso, mas o estorvo principal sou eu mesma. O espelho e o noticiário só têm más notícias, as ofertas imperdíveis de trabalho acontecem para os outros e a auto-estima não tem por onde fluir - se é que ela existe.
A preguiça e o mau humor só são diluídos pelos maravilhosos textos de Agatha Christie. Eu mergulho naqueles cenários, me imagino entre Murgatroyds e Hinchliffes, Lorrimers e Merediths... Que nomes fantásticos para personagens tão britânicos e glaciais.
Num site anônimo só aparecem posts negativos... Blogueiros belgas a lá Poirot :{ cansados de serem chamados de franceses. Vou parar por aqui porque estou com sede e acabei de comprar "O Natal de Poirot" ("Hercule Poirot's Christmas").
This post is in Portuguese 'cause I'm from Brasil. With an "s".
I have an urge to scream from the rooftop "FUCK YOU NEW YORK!" ..except I'd probably get arrested and sent to Guantanemo Bay under the patriot act. *rolls eyes*
I'm sick of trying to find a job in a city where you need a 4 year degree to get a job as a fucking delivery boy.
I'm sick of having to keep my head down as I walk down the street because smiling at strangers means you're either (A) a wacko, (B) a mugger, or (C) going to ask them for money.
I'm sick of hearing New Yorkers are friendly. They are not.
I'm sick of reading how low the NYC crime/murder rate is ...500+ murders a year is low? One murder a year is one too many imho.
What I'm REALLY sick of is bureaucracy and red tape. It took a year to get results from a city exam for a city job. To apply to university (for me) will take 5 separate applications, where I can't apply for one until the results of the previous application are confirmed. I'm still waiting for the results of the first application which was submitted over 2 months ago.
There is no surf in NYC.
Stop the world, I want off.
I AM thankful for my g/f for keeping me sane and giving me so much support.
Thank you for this opportunity to rant.
A few things on my mind.
First, I have a pyscho ex-girlfriend. Completely f*cking nuts. Unless you hold her hand and show her the way she just has no clue. NO CLUE. GET A CLUE. The thing that pisses me off is when we first started going out everyone was "aww its about time." I dump her and everyone comes out of the woodwork to tell me how much of a wacko retard she was. Thanks for the forewarning! I just want to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her (I do not endorse voilence against women, that is not cool, this is merely an expression).
I've quickly realized that I've entered into that "where do I fit into the world" phase. Boy does that SUCK. No choice is right and suddenly you need to start making them. Work, more school, give up? What do you do!? Frustrating. Just, draining.
And boy oh boy, I have been craving peanut butter like crazy lately. I do not know if its the smooth peanutty taste or what, but man oh man. I've just been taking spoonfuls of the stuff.
I would like to say that my boyfriends Ex-Wife, (Lets call her Michelle), is a total bitch, but its worse then that... she is a psycho woman from hell.
Sadly, at the naive age of 18, perhaps my boyfriends pending marriage to Michelle was doomed anyways. Regardless of problems before they married, they went through with the wedding anyways, which my boyfriend felt so ashamed of he kept it a secret from family and friends for over a year. To make a long, tragic story short (as the ending is pretty obvious), the relationship continued to deteriorate until it was finally over. Even still, Michelle wouldn't allow him to go, she said she had married him for life and life it would be - if he left she would kill herself and him to boot. This worked for a while but soon the reality was that it was more comfortable to leave then to stay.
After he left and he had moved in with me, Michelle relentlessly harrassed and pursued him - she even went so far as to stalk me (followed me home one day) and threatened openly, and several times, to kill myself and my minor children as well... she took glory in making public her master plan of a huge murder suicide that would grace all the headlines (she said her life was over anyways, so what did it matter?). Michelle was attending a University in Calgary at the time, and the administration took displinary action, put her on Non Academic Misconduct for inappropriate behaviour and death threats, and laid out restrictions for her finishing her Masters, which incuded leaving all of us alone. She is crazy enough even to this day to continue to push the boundaries as far as she thinks she can, even though her entire career is at risk.
Well, I thought if I had a chance to write about this, I would have tonnes to say, but apparently I don't. I can't write about this on any other blog because she meticulously reads all of my web pages and it would only make matters worse (her retaliation would likely be uncomfortable). But its very neat to have a forum to write this. I wish I could post her sad pathetic little website address....
Why can life be so fucked up and be so sweet at the same damn time. I never got that! One of those anomalies we will never find the answer too!
I'm sick and fucking tired of having shit equipment that doesn't work right and I'm sick of being married and having to ask permission to buy anything. You've got to be some kind of dumb fuck to sign your life away like that. Fuck!
Yeah medications can be quite freaky.
*falls over*
I can barely keep my eyes open yet I can't sleep. LOL!!
How do you tell when a casual drinking problem goes too far? I like beer for the taste, not for the effects. I've been having one pint at a pub every day or two but after it was pointed out that perhaps I'm overdoing it I've been scared away a little. I rarely drink until I'm drunk. I didn't used to drink this much - am I worrying too much?
Ok, so I work in an office - big deal. But I'm new and temporary here so I can afford to have a cynical outlook (first time I have and it's nice for a change). There is a woman who sits somewhere behind me who has a very irritating laugh and she laughs at anything - my god, I just want to die when I hear her talking/laughing. Fortunately I have nothing to do with her. There is another older woman who looks like she is just hanging around, having a bad hair day and waiting for payday. Urgh - why/how does this happen? Oh, and another guy who sits next to me is sooo patronizing it makes me want to puke, putting on the big "I'm a manager and you're not but I'll do my best to listen to your stupid story and agree with all aspects of it before telling you that I have more important work to do" act. Argh, I just want to rampage through this place with a large knife - well, not really but if there were no moral/criminal consequences it could be fun ...
I'm beginning to hate doctors. Can anyone tell me why they seem to not give a damn that I'm in major pain.
I had yet another attack tonight. Burning pain down my leg. Pain in my back. Couldn't move. Could barely breath but the doctors think I'm making this shit up.
AHHH!!
Some guy at my workplace got hit by lightning last weekend.
I didn't know him -- lots of people were sad, but I thought it was kind of funny.
I know that makes me a little evil, but something inside me made me want to say, "He should have been playing the lottery!"
I wonder if people will chuckle when I die?
I phoned Pizza Hut the other day and ordered a thin and crusty supreme.
They sent me Diana Ross.
You need to go to a doctor. You need help. Stop lying to people and stop harassing them. GET HELP
I hate work and really wish I didn't have to do it, but there are a few things that would make the day-to-day grind a little easier. For a start, I wish my job was less dull and I wish my boss was less irritating. He taps on things constantly like a frustrated drummer and sings songs like "Fly me to the Moon" whenever you try to concentrate, but the inane chatter is by far the worst of it. Just becuase he's over paid and underworked, doesn't mean we all have time to listen to it. Another job is going to come up soon in our department, working for another boss, which I thought would be ideal. Unfortunately, the other boss seems to be even more irritating, but the job is more interesting than my current one. This is a tricky decision...