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| The top FIVE things that annoyed me today (yes, JUST today).
Problem One.
Religion was forced upon me. Yes, forced. As my grandfather knows I get on my computer for at least an hour once I am home, he decided to not only isolate me, but also my grandmother with religion. How did he do this you may ask? He turned up the TV in the other living room (there are no walls separating them, just a walk path) and put it on his "christian" program tapes, and turned the volume up very VERY loudly. I don't mind him watching them. But when it isolates my grandmother so much she has to go into another closed room, and I can't ignore it? That makes me mad. Don't get me wrong. I have a religion (I won't say what it is or explain it - too controversial) but dear lord, I do not want to listen to parts of a religion I don't exactly believe. Or more so, I don't want everything turned into religion, and with my grandfather, everything turns into something about religion. Like my uncle and I talking about Valentine's day and our hates of it (both separate and very reasonable reasons, not the idiotic ones) and then my grandfather buts in making it about religion. WE KNOW YOUR TAKE ON IT, OKAY? shutupthxbai. Seriously. It makes me mad. We weren't trying to point anything towards religion at all. ANYWAY - next subject.
Problem Two.
That room my grandmother went and shut herself in? Hmm? MY ROOM. MINE. I am sorry. I don't mind you being in there, or using my room, but SHUTTING THE DOOR, NOT ASKING ME, and MOVING MY THINGS. NOOO. That is my SACRED (although sometimes cluttered) space. I have it how I want it, and it makes me comfortable. I also feel like she might snoop because yes, she has done it before, and I don't want that going on. I don't have anything big to hide, I just hate people going through my stuff. It bugs me. And she always finds something to nag about. So I know she'll find something. I love her but...seriously. GET OUT OF MY ROOM.
Problem Three.
My grandmother made corn on the cob and roast for dinner yes? Well, as of lately, I no longer eat roast. I simply no longer like it. It is generally bland (my taste buds are messed up) and I have had it far too many times that it is no longer pleasing. It is like working at a pizza place and never wanting to eat pizza until way way later. Well, I look in the pot after everyone got their food and there is ONE corn on the cob (and this isn't whole cobs I am talking about, these are those thirds of them) and there is only ONE of them. Okay, that bugged me for 3.4 seconds, and I asked "Is there only one?" and they said yes. [There were suppose to be more, but the pan wouldn't fit them so she put some up.] So I was like 'whatever' in my head, yes? Until my grandfather offers me his corn. A nice gesture (if he hadn't offered it like" ..ugh... have mine!" type thing, even though he had two) but I am nice, and don't like taking other people's food. I simply said no. He goes on and is like "I am fine if this is all you get to eat." I still won't take it "No, I will be fine. I don't want to take your food." My uncle interrupts and says something (it wasn't significant except that it made my grandfather say the next thing) "No, she just wants to stay mad." Since when I was I mad? I just didn't want to eat roast, and I didn't want to take his corn. How does that make me mad and how does he get off telling me how I feel, huh? My family seems to always know what I am feeling or thinking because they sure enough managed to tell me all the time. This time was small, but other times it really pisses me off.
Problem Four.
This was another situation that wouldn't have bugged me so much if people hadn't escalated it on their own side. Last Thursday, in my clothing class, we were to find a sewing machine that we would sit at for the duration of our time in the class, so I chose one after everyone else, to make sure people got the ones they wanted. I actually ended up loving mine, and it was close to where I sat anyway. Friday however, I did not go to classed and instead went to the doctor. There were no classes yesterday (and NO it was not for president's day. It was a professional day so the instructor's caught up and had meetings while we took the day off). Today I go to sewing class and we are told to go to our sewing machines. However, this girl sits down in mine, with two girls, one on each machine besides her (these three machines, including mine were taken by no one but me on Thursday). "Umm, this is my machine." I said politely. The girl who had taken my seat proceeded to say it was hers and she got it Friday. Okay, whatever, I don't care. I wasn't there, so it is okay if she used it, and in fact, if she had been nice, I would have let her keep the seat without being irritated at all. It was what her and her little friends did afterwards that made me frustrated for the duration of the day. I explained that I had gotten it Thursday when we first chose our machines. She repeated she had gotten it on Friday. Her tone applied as though she was saying Friday was somehow before Thursday, and that she didn't believe I had actually been at that machine. I was about to just go to another one (but of course, all I wanted was the record straight that it had been my machine and that I would move - don't ask why I needed them to know I was right. I have this complex thing with it. When I am right, I don't like to be looked down at as though I am wrong.) But before I could leave or say anything, one of her friends piped up "I was here Friday." Her tone implied I was not, and that was correct. "I was absent Friday." That was all I said, and they ignored it. Then both the girls are saying different things. One saying "Can't you just go find another seat." "Why are you being difficult" and things like that. All I was doing was explaining myself and they made it into me being difficult and made it a big deal. I was fed up with this, definitely not needing silly drama since I was highly medicated and feeling horrible, so I simple said "Okay" threw up my hands in a shrug without using my shoulders (the defensive move, you know? like 'sorry, nevermind') and I walked to the instructor. I heard them continue the conversation without me as I left. "Don't move" one of her sidekicks said, because the girl was about to move now. "I'll move, because now she is going to go get the teacher on me like a little *****." Or well, I put it more simply than I heard it. In fact, I WAS NOT GOING TO DO THAT. In fact, I was going to ask the instructor if there was another seat I could take that was empty. I didn't care. I just wanted to know where my seat would be and get started. The rest isn't very important - minor details. But you can see why it bugged me hopefully. I didn't even care about the seat, but when they made it personal, it was horrible. The three of them ganged up on me and acted rudely when all I was doing was sitting there utterly confused.
Problem Five.
Okay, this problem I realize is ongoing with me, and I just generally can't take it and I realize it is transferrance from Friday. Doctors. I was diagnosed with five things when I came in with a sore throat, a lost voice, and shortness of breath. I thought the worst it would be would be ONE thing such as tonsilitis and I might have to get my tonsils taken out, but instead I have three things wrong, plus a border line severe respritory infection. And you know how most of it could have been prevented, TREATING MY ASTHMA. You are saying it is my fault then, right? Nope. Not at all, actually. The thing is, I didn't know I had asthma. In fact, I had actually asked them to test me for it in two separate visits because I kept having weird 'attacks' I thought were anxiety and I always had trouble breathing. Plus, the signs matched my sisters asthma symptoms, and thus I wanted to be tested to be safe. It wasn't until now that I was told I have it. That is the fifth diagnosis I got. Yep. It made me pretty mad. Still am. It reminded me of the time I went to this major hospital a while back and got millions of test done. I wanted to see what my severe muscles and bone pains were. I figured a combination of my Fibromyalgia, and I thought I might have arthritis. I knew the symptoms, and I wanted to make sure I was tested for it. Well, I was. It was negative, or so they said. There were some mess ups before that where it took them forever to get the results anyway. Then a year or so later, when I have been through three more doctors to find out what is wrong with me, I finally find out someone who can tell me what part of it is. My current doctor's office said that during my physical they noticed inflammation signs in my blood, showing signs of arthritis. It made me frustrated that I was finally diagnosed with it way later. These things frustrate me above most others.
What frustrates you? Anything annoyed you the last week?
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| Today we learn that the real criminals are those who do trivial crimes.
I'd like to state I don't know every single fact, but still, what I do know is completely ludicrous.
A man who whistled the addam's family tune to his dog (on his own front and back lawns) was put into jail for six months.
Apparently, over a span of four years, every day he whistled this tune to his dog. It aggravated the neightbors so much that the old lady from the couple next door began "pulling out her hair". Whether I believe this, who knows.
Even if he persistently did it, how is it fair to put him into jail? But oh I forget, the real criminals are people who whistle.
I look at this and think. We put HIM in jail? An old couple claims they couldn't sleep at night, the woman was pulling out her hair, and the man RUINED THEIR LIVES because he consistently did this. What about them? Ever consider the woman needs to be in a mental hospital for pulling out her hair because of a tune? Honestly? I think 'ruined our lives' is pushing it a little too far. They could have gotten a reasonable and civil court assigned document making him stop or something, but jail?
Well by all means. Lets put people who whistle into jail. And then we can let the murderers and rapists run free.
That makes perfect sense.
( Note; I don't think he should have done it everyday, and maybe he refused to stop, but still, jail? I am not on either side. Except that the punishment does not fit the crime. [ haha 'crime' ] )
What are your thoughts on this issue? Who's side are you on? How do you think it could be handled?
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| I hate it, when I am not home and have no access to a computer that will allow me on here, I get these amazing ideas that I ABSOLUTELY need to share with the xanga community, but then when I get home, I can't put it into a blog. How crappy is that? Maybe I will be inspired to write the things on my mind later. I need to prepare for a guest, and then tomorrow I work.
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| We are in a state of emergency - an ice storm. Every year or other year, Oklahoma has a two-three day ice storm where everything coats over with thick ice, and when you manage to get it melted, it freezes all over again. Hopefully everything is melted and gone before Thursday - that is the day of my birthday.
Be careful in difficult weather everyone! Just be safe PERIOD.
Have you ever experienced an ice storm? How about a blizzard?
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| Blissful.
Despite the aching back, tired legs, and all over fatigue of working my first shift of my first job, I absolutely loved. It was rewarding to know that I was giving a service to other people, and receiving invisible money (I say this because it is invisible until you cash the check you get however often you get your own checks) which will benefit my future, and help towards the goals set for that future I just spoke of. I'll admit - it isn't easy, and I certainly didn't think it would be, because nothing in life is truly easy, or well, lets say it another way - effortless. Nothing in life is effortless. Even breathing (although seeming effortless) is only possible by the good things you do to keep your heart going, which keeps your brain going, which helps you breath. As tiring, and sometimes painful (emotional or in a physical sense) a job may seem, it still reaps it benefits, and if you look at it with the correct perspective, enhances those things you are failing to see.
Today I worked during one of our busiest times, and I, along with a few employees, made a few mistakes, but that is okay, our mistakes are made up for easily most of the time. I'll admit when I /almost/ screwed up an item by putting the wrong thing on it, that was embarrassing, but I learned quickly, and after the initial shock and nervousness wore off, I did pretty well. I got the job, didn't I - and a compliment or two from my boss. Especially when I called him on almost messing up an item himself. (I don't hold that against ANYONE. It happens when you are rushed by some twenty orders at a time for a million different things.)
Overall - first day was bueno. That is good for those of you who don't know.
What was your first job like? Did you enjoy it? Can you recall your first day?
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