Thank you, worst mail carrier ever.

Thank you for tossing my packages up the stairs.  Thank you for cramming my mail into the box and regularly ruining/ripping it.  Thank you for piling everyone’s large mail in one heap on the days you don’t feel like stuffing it into the boxes.  Thank you for showing up, talking loudly on your cell phone and waking my daughter up; the volume you achieve in this fortress of a building is very impressive.

If she were the only mail carrier or postal employee I knew, I would never ever ever use the US Postal Service.  (And I love the USPS.)

Yes, I’ve filed complaints about her.  I might just yell at her next, if I can catch her.  For a fatass who’s too lazy to do anything correctly, shit, she moves fast!

On severe Facebook abuse.


Okay, we all bitch on Facebook. If you’re friends with me, then you that I’m not immune to it. Certainly. A bad day at work meant some complaining both before and after lunch, with a gross display of my list of most annoying workplace assholery (not showing up for meetings you call yourself, wasting literally half of my day listening to your bitching about how you can’t handle the drama in your life like an adult, etc.).

But I’m having trouble stomaching the parents who do nothing but bitch about their kids on Facebook. And I mean nothing, aside from a monthly, “Oh, I’m so lucky that I have three [or four] beautiful blah blah blah and a good man yadda yadda yadda.”

Sometimes I meet these kids and expect The Devil, but usually they’re just normal kids, often even delightful. And their parents are just venting — which is normal, so far as I can tell (not that it matters).

Facebook is already a place all-too-often devoid of filters which might prevent us from being jerks in person. Add lack of sleep and the feeling that one is somehow justified in one’s frustration, and it’s a, “my kid woke me up 15 minutes early today, and I don’t get no rest, and my life is hard, and no one gets it,” festival.

What happens when we put thoughts we might best keep to ourselves onto a semi-private feed that most of our friends and family read?  What happens if your kid ever reads it?  Nothing’s supplanted Facebook yet; our tots might find our profiles one day, if they have a high degree of computer literacy and if we actually let them get on Facebook.

Maybe some of us just need to get a freakin journal — or a blog!  Hell, if you blog, no one in your circle can justifiably bitch that you’re offensive, judgemental (hello!) or tasteless.  It’s not like you’re making anyone read it.

Yes.  Blogs are better, still.

Things for today.


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.