poor food choices.

ok, seriously. i know when i really want to eat something and when i don't. but when something is called the baconator, how can one resist? no human could!

so, i ordered the baconator yesterday and, upon the first bite, came up with several more appropriate names, the greaseanator being the most fitting. i could only eat about 1/3 of the damn thing before giving up. but even with that amount of "food" in my system, i was miserable. my stomach was so disappointed with me. especially after being so good on south beach. and then this?! the other end of the spectrum. and my stomach actually thought of leaving me yesterday.

i'm not sure that i could have blamed it.

a theme that i can't escape

When you live in a place that doesn't have its own parking spot, like i do, and where most of your neighbors don't either, parking becomes very personal. If i'm hanging out at home and suddenly realize, at 10 at night, that i haven't eaten dinner and there's nothing good to eat at my house, i'd rather go to bed hungry than abandon my parking spot. All the good spots are typically gone by about 6:30 in the evening, and forget getting a decent spot on Sunday evenings after dark. not gonna happen. And, it's all parallel parking, which has made for a steep learning curve for me, since my parking skills were minimal prior to moving here (thankfully, my roommate is a master and gave me an exceedingly helpful tutorial early on, and the bf has helped, as well). Often, though, perfectly good spots are destroyed by people not paying attention to how they park--not parking close to the end of the curb, leaving too much space between themselves and the car in front of them, etc. Going around and around at 2 am staring at all the places that, if someone just pulled up a little, making the spot a little bigger, would be perfect, becomes almost unbearably frustrating. that's why i need about 500 of these cards:

too good. i'm surely not the only person that has wanted to leave a note on a windshield admonishing the driver on crap parking? i probably want to do it more often than most, as i tend to be very judgmental when it comes to driving and parking. just had to share these.

making concrete a rule i've had for years

Living in San Diego, there's a decent chance that the strapping young lad with the short haircut hanging out in the Gaslamp is part of some branch of the military (especially if his tshirt is really tight). Granted, it's not an issue for me, since i have a lovely non-military boyfriend, but no matter how cute that little marine may be, no matter how muscular, or how precious his little southern accent is, don't fall for it! No military! Nonono. i've not dated a lot, but two of the people i have, have been militarily involved. both in the marines, actually. Aside from just a general approach to life that i can't really get behind, there's all the ridiculous moving and long trips abroad; plus, oh yeah, the chance that the person could get killed as part of their job.
no. military.

this is def t-shirt material

Amen, sister! i couldn't agree more.

short, and bitter.

no...not me. i'm sort of tall and very sweet. ha.

i do not appreciate being told how to do my job. i have worked at the same place for the past, what? fifty years? i can do my job, and yours better than you can even dream about.

i know what time to clock out for the day. i know what time to go to lunch. i know how to scan out rpl and what to do if it's a "number not found." i know how to prioritize merch tasks. i know how to tell which things are still on sale and which are not. i know what to do if i'm back-up and the cashier hasn't come in yet. i can do pretty much everything at this point, but the things that i am being reminded of are insulting.

so, quit it. or i'll elbow you in the chest.

she strikes again!!!

same biddy that wrote me that note below left a handwritten note in my box over the weekend. this note begs to be read out loud, but since i don't plan to record an audio blog here in my office, you'll just have to read it to yourself ("you," in this case, may mean "nobody," or perhaps just "me"). She's giving me a 4th set of corrections on a flyer i made for her, and if my job doesn't change soon, either in responsibilities here or just a new employer entirely, i'm going to run away. Here's the note:

Hi (scrappy),
Thanks! It looks great. Please make! a few Changes!
1) "CELEBRATION" "letters in BLACK," "stands up better."
2) Make sure! Put! "SINGLE, COUPLE, ALL AGES"
3) Put under ground Parking in the address Box.

It's the random quotes and the exclamation points that really get me. and the fact that i've had to correct this same damn flyer 1,000 times more than i've ever had to correct a flyer, ever. very over it.

i just...hunh?

I am looking at a document right now that is so disastrously misspelled and mangled, i was almost insulted that i received it. Come on! It's typed, and there is no way that any computer new enough to function doesn't have some functioning form of spell check. As a matter of fact, i feel compelled to recreate it right here (to add insult to injury, it's in ALL CAPS, so it's as though the errors are being SCREAMED IN MY FACE):

CELEBRATION DABCE

LOVE TO DANCE IS CELEBRATING THE GRAND OPENING

NEW DANCE FLOOR

OPEN TO CUMUNITY EVERY ONE WLCOME
ADMISIION $5.00

"Cumunity" sounds like how you'd talk about the group of people who make adult films.
i think i listen to too much Free FM.
boy, i hope no one i work with ever finds this thing...