Quote du Jour:
â€œWhen you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?â€
–Peter, Office Space
Itâ€™s a well known fact that I hate Mondays. I despise Mondays. Since I canâ€™t stand the beginning of the week, I thought it only fitting to do 10 Things I hate. See below.
I didnâ€™t want to get out of my nice comfy bed this morning. Those 350 thread count sheets are the bomb. Who knew they would be so great?
DHâ€™s alarm went off at 5 am and shortly after that DS woke up needing to go potty. I will be so glad when he figures out how to do that on his own. Of course, he didnâ€™t go back to sleep right away and heard his daddy leave. Which meant he went to wailing because he didnâ€™t want him to go. So I ended up letting him climb in bed with me.
Okay, that was a mistake. Let me just say, having a cuddly little boy next to you is a bad bad thing when you donâ€™t want to wake up in the morning and get going. Plus, he fell asleep at about 5:45, so I knew I was in for a difficult morning.
I bribed him with donuts to get him going. It worked. We stopped at the usual place, where the lady knows our names, and I got him six donut holes.
It was hard for me NOT to stop at Starbucks this morning. I should be getting my $5 gift card pretty soon since I took their survey a week or so ago.
Today, as far as the writing goes, Iâ€™d like to work on the adventure serial. I only have FOUR more issues to write and then itâ€™s done. FOUR MORE ISSUES, folks. Maybe I can get going on that this week. If I knew what I was doing, it would make it a heckuva lot easier.
I also want to work on the contemporary some more.
Forgot the gym bag, so Iâ€™ll be missing on that. Unless I got later, like after a light dinner or something. I might do that. DH is going birthday shopping for the boy after work, so heâ€™ll be home late. This week, Iâ€™ve got to get to Party City and get the stuff for his birthday. Saturday I have to order the cake. Iâ€™ve got to buy wrapping paper for all his gifts. And I still need to get the invitations out. Yeah, Iâ€™ve been a bit on the slow side this year.
Well, time to work. Below are todayâ€™s 10 Things.
10 Things that Annoy the Hell out of Me
1. Elevators. People who feel the need to strike up a conversation while trapped in an elevator. I donâ€™t want to be in this confined space with you, buddy, so donâ€™t talk to me. Even if I am holding a cup of Starbucks.
2. Arrogance. I canâ€™t stand people who look down on me because they think theyâ€™re better than me.
3. The One-Upper. If you ask me a question, I give you an answer, donâ€™t one-up me. In other words, donâ€™t tell me how much better/faster/cuter/greater you are. I really donâ€™t care and youâ€™re just going to annoy me.
4. Slow Drivers. Donâ€™t you understand I donâ€™t want to piddle behind you? I want to get on down the road. I have things to do, people to see. So what if Iâ€™m breaking the speed limit.
5. Fast Drivers. If Iâ€™m doing the speed limit or five over, just go around. Drafting behind me is not acceptable and Iâ€™ll just slow down to piss you off more. Additionally, donâ€™t speed up, fly around me, get in front of me and then slow down.
6. Line Cutter. At the grocery store, when I have a cart full of groceries, donâ€™t race me to get in line in front of me when you have an overflowing cart. Iâ€™ll just give you the hairy eyeball the entire time youâ€™re in line.
7. Drive-Thru. When I ask if you have any specials, elaborate. I really do want to know and just answering the question with a yes and then silence (what, am I supposed to read your mind?) really isnâ€™t enough. Also, when I get to the window, have waited for twenty minutes for my order, donâ€™t open the window and ask me what Iâ€™m waiting on.
8. Hands Off. So my kid is in your way? Donâ€™t touch him and gently nudge him out of your way, you big fat blond cow. Iâ€™ll kick your teeth in.
9. Office Hello. Wait until I have at least one cup of coffee before you sing-song your good morning to me. Okay? Iâ€™m not a morning person. Really. No, REALLY.
10. More Elevators. Donâ€™t hurry to get to the elevator just because you donâ€™t want me â€˜sharingâ€™ your space. Donâ€™t whisper about your dysfunctional lives because I really could care less. Unless itâ€™s really juicy, then I might use it in my fiction. If I can remember it long enough to write it down, that is. Alsoâ€¦ Donâ€™t hover outside the elevator doors and then charge on when CLEARLY, there are those who are trying to get off. Continuing to bully your way onto the cab, giving me a fake smile and a muttered â€œexcuse meâ€ will not make me think highly of you. You rude bastard.
Hm. I guess I have issues with elevators, donâ€™t I?