Things that are funny today:
My neighbor who was blaring Matchbox 20′s song out the window this morning, over and over and over again. This is funny because I thought of, “I want to push you down — down the stairs!” and giggled. Maybe it was a break-up song. I don’t know. But if that song reminds you of a person with whom you’ve been in a relationship, well, maybe you’re better off broken up. There.
When people who think entirely too much of themselves have egg on face. This is especially funny when the egg is on their face because they didn’t listen to you when you answered their question that they asked while you were on the phone (!) and obviously busy. (What’s less funny is when they seem to want to blame you for this bad information, like you did it on purpose.)
How my daughter laughed her little ass off last night when I was changing her and doing funny voices.
All the cussing I did this morning trying to get my office window propped open, and especially when our archivist turned out to be right behind me right then.
Things that are NOT funny today:
Getting “advice” from someone more clueless than you are. It’s no fun when someone who never puts forth much effort jumps on you for a perceived and very temporary lack of effort. Especially not when said person has their head further up their ass than you do yourself and has much less wisdom — which is to say very far and none at all. Sheeeet, don’t we all know like five people like this?
The upcoming heatwave.
People who are bad listeners. Bad listening isn’t a bad habit. It’s a manifestation of a character flaw, i.e., being selfish and/or self-absorbed. I mean, come one. Learn to be self-absorbed and a good listener like those of us in the know. (Geez!) If you read this blog, you know that I hate bad listeners and refuse to get over it.
People who walk into rooms already running their mouths, assuming that nothing’s going on and that everyone wants to hear about their aches, their breakfast and their cat/dog/car.
Things which are happening today:
Me sitting at work, when I’d rather enjoy the spell of gorgeous weather taking my daughter for a walk or sitting outside with my pals enjoying coffee and running from spiders or having a beer with my parents on their deck or just watching a movie with my wife.
My boss is back, but I only have six weeks left on my contract and will be jobless by mid-August.
My least favorite month has started.
I will make a list and post it on the internet.
I never get people’s names. I used to think it’s because I was so cool, that I didn’t NEED to know people’s names to really know them, because what’s a name, anyway? But lately I realized it’s more to do with me being a jerk.