Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Monday, October 13, 2008

mini-rant

Ugh! You know what irritates me even more than watching someone get five plastic bags at a retail store, one for every item they purchase (because cashiers nowadays don't know how to bag properly!)

It's when cashiers use plastic bags AS paper wrap in order to "protect" glass/ceramic items from breaking. So NOW not only do you have five plastic bags, but the six ceramic mugs you just purchased are each wonderfully nestled in their own evil plastic bag cushions. That's seven plastic bags, for six ceramic mugs. And that's just one of the five bags you got from the cashier! And they're all going right in the trash when you get home. (Did I just witness this, yes I did.)

I mean, whatever happened to tissue paper, people!

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Mini-rant, over.

Friday, August 15, 2008

rant on

Hold on, it's not gonna be pretty. I'm REAL glad it's Friday. Like so real glad you can't imagine. You see, while I've been putting on a really sweet, the world's so rosey, lets all dance around the maypole appearance here this week; my past week has been H.E. double hockey sticks. Let me tell you, atrocious.

So last night, leaving work at 7:30 (I've also been staying rather late this week at work. This is all work related. I love my job right now. I really do. I'm being sarcastic. I really am.) SO, upon leaving work, exhausted for a multitude of reasons (most of them mental), I decide to stop into the nearby Target and see if those darn method aircare products have arrived. Here's my internal monologue (which I have a lot of these.)

"Hey, let's run to Target and see if they have the new aircare line! Oh!"

"Oh, they aren't going to have it. Stop looking for it, give it time, and then tada one day you'll spot it!"

"But I don't have anything better to do. It's late, why not waste some time. And the Target near my home definitely won't have it, they get everything last. Let's go to the one near work, they might have it! It's just a skip off the interstate, and up the on ramp!"

"Ok! What harm can come of it?"

And... I fall right into an expired registration sticker state trooper check point, right there on the on ramp. LAME. OH week, why are you doing this to me?

And hey, ok, did I deserve it. Sure, my sticker was expired. Hey, you know, I love how I can't afford my $185. expenses to fix my truck so that it WILL pass inspection (because I went to get it inspected, and it failed, for two really lame reasons. But none the less...) but PLEASE Mr. Officer, give me that $146. ticket so I can add it to the $185. expenses I can't afford. It all makes sense...

The ticket: $25.00 - The "court fees" (that's what they're called, but please, court fees, I'm not even...): $121.00 - Total: $146.00

But if you would like to pay this ticket and "plead your guilt" you must pay the entire thing. NOT the $25. the ticket cost, no, that would make sense. But rather the $146., even though you're paying so you DON'T have to go to court. But... still have the pay the "fee."

So I took my ticket, rolled my eyes to the officer as he walked away (which was the least of things I wanted to do), and drove on to Target.

Where they did NOT have the new aircare line. Bah-dum.

Rant off. (No offense intended.)
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