I went to Wal Mart today (unfortunately) to grab a couple of things. I parked at the end of a line of cars, but not at the end of the row. To the right of me there were at least seven empty spaces. When I came out of the store, those spaces were all still empty. As I was walking to my car, I spotted someone sitting in their car in the aisle, motionless. It didn't take me long to realize that the people in the car were waiting for my spot.
Ok seriously, what the fuck?
Is it so hard to park in the space next to me, or the space next to that one? Is it such an inconvenience to walk the extra five or six feet? Wouldn't they have saved time by parking and walking instead of waiting for me to get situated and back out?
Could people be any more fucking lazy?
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
middlesex blows
i have to write a 4,500 word paper (roughly 15 pages) on three books that by the definition of postmodernism BLOW.
and i have to do this with the full knowledge that the strike rages on.
anyone have a spork? there's some eye-gouging what needs to get done.
and i have to do this with the full knowledge that the strike rages on.
anyone have a spork? there's some eye-gouging what needs to get done.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
eurail sucks
ok, i just spent two weeks in continental europe training around, thanks to a handy-dandy eurail pass. in case you don't know what it is, it's a pass available to non-EU residents that's a giant train ticket.
for example, mine is a 15 day flexi-pass, which means i can use it over any 15 days in a two months period for a cost of 650 dollars, which is supposedly a discounted price on train tickets. it works in 18 EU countries (england not included, jackasses. but who's really surprised?) and works on local/regional trains, international trains, and high-speed trains.
so what's wrong?
well, they send you a time table, which is a train schedule, and is supposed to be spot-on. unwittingly, we trusted this timetable and planned our travels around the train times provided. and that was the downfall of our vacation. little did we know that not only the departure times were wrong, but the durations and layovers listed were also completely wrong. we spent almost half our vacation in train stations queuing to get new timetables, missing some trains that weren't listed, and wasting an additional 50 euro to reserve seats ON TOP of the afore-mentioned eurail ticket price. not to mention that some countries (FRANCE) are just SLOW ASSHOLES and caused us to miss our train to marseilles and be stuck in Nice overnight. sounds great, i know.... but smelles like piss, and that was the best part of it. france is dirty.
now, i have 8 days left to use, but the downside to that is that i have to use it. my frustration with the system is huge, and you can't return the thing (duh) or get a refund.
so my advice to you is this: spend the extra $300 (yes, almost $1000) to get a first class ticket so you can use the high-speed trains and get to places in 2 hours instead of 5 with a million stops in between. better yet, don't use eurail at all. just fly. ryanair is my friend.
for example, mine is a 15 day flexi-pass, which means i can use it over any 15 days in a two months period for a cost of 650 dollars, which is supposedly a discounted price on train tickets. it works in 18 EU countries (england not included, jackasses. but who's really surprised?) and works on local/regional trains, international trains, and high-speed trains.
so what's wrong?
well, they send you a time table, which is a train schedule, and is supposed to be spot-on. unwittingly, we trusted this timetable and planned our travels around the train times provided. and that was the downfall of our vacation. little did we know that not only the departure times were wrong, but the durations and layovers listed were also completely wrong. we spent almost half our vacation in train stations queuing to get new timetables, missing some trains that weren't listed, and wasting an additional 50 euro to reserve seats ON TOP of the afore-mentioned eurail ticket price. not to mention that some countries (FRANCE) are just SLOW ASSHOLES and caused us to miss our train to marseilles and be stuck in Nice overnight. sounds great, i know.... but smelles like piss, and that was the best part of it. france is dirty.
now, i have 8 days left to use, but the downside to that is that i have to use it. my frustration with the system is huge, and you can't return the thing (duh) or get a refund.
so my advice to you is this: spend the extra $300 (yes, almost $1000) to get a first class ticket so you can use the high-speed trains and get to places in 2 hours instead of 5 with a million stops in between. better yet, don't use eurail at all. just fly. ryanair is my friend.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tiger Transit Strikes Again
It's at least 70 degrees outside. Why did my Tiger Transit driver have the heater on? Fuck that.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Biform?
Uniform - from 14th century Latin uniformis "having one form," from uni- "one" + forma "form". The noun referring to the subject matter at hand, distinctive clothing worn by a group, is attributed to the 18th century French word uniforme, of the same Latin root. (source)
It's no lie, I work with some retards. I'm pretty much still a new kid on the block, but I learned on day one what was, and more importantly, what was not acceptable attire in the workplace. Everyone that worked there before me (almost everyone) heard those same guidelines on their day one as well. For those of you that don't know, my employer's "team colors" include a navy polo or button down, devoid of logos, and khaki pants. Our shoes must be brown or black and of a "dressier than casual" nature.
Good / Bad
Let's take note of a few things. First the image on the left. Notice the neat pressed appearance of the polo and khakis. Say, since we're on the shirt and pants, let's go ahead and notice the color as well. Navy and ::gasp:: khaki! The shirt is tucked in, a belt is worn, and the belt is not adorned with any devices other than a buckle. The shoes meet the criteria set forth, the nametag is positioned properly, and the associate has an overall sense of "I'm happy to be here"-ness.
Now for the other one. I'm not even going to list the things wrong. I'm just going to stare in disbelief that this picture that I made in photoshop ACTUALLY resembles some of my coworkers. The sad thing is, though customers probably don't know the dress code, and therefore when someone is breaking it, it is still important to present a professional image at all times.
I wear tennis shoes one day each week to work. That is on Fridays when I am unloading a semi full of boxes. My boss says this is okay. I don't do it to look unprofessional. In fact, my shoes are mostly black anyway and don't blind you when you see them like the uRR force 1's like some folks wear.
I wish I had the power to fire, because I would there would be a lot of unprofessional, I-don't-take-my-job-seriously, cell-phone-talking, food-and-drink-stealing, time-taking, slow-moving, unmotivated, slack ass supervisor wannabes out the mother fucking door.
It's no lie, I work with some retards. I'm pretty much still a new kid on the block, but I learned on day one what was, and more importantly, what was not acceptable attire in the workplace. Everyone that worked there before me (almost everyone) heard those same guidelines on their day one as well. For those of you that don't know, my employer's "team colors" include a navy polo or button down, devoid of logos, and khaki pants. Our shoes must be brown or black and of a "dressier than casual" nature.
Good / Bad
Let's take note of a few things. First the image on the left. Notice the neat pressed appearance of the polo and khakis. Say, since we're on the shirt and pants, let's go ahead and notice the color as well. Navy and ::gasp:: khaki! The shirt is tucked in, a belt is worn, and the belt is not adorned with any devices other than a buckle. The shoes meet the criteria set forth, the nametag is positioned properly, and the associate has an overall sense of "I'm happy to be here"-ness.
Now for the other one. I'm not even going to list the things wrong. I'm just going to stare in disbelief that this picture that I made in photoshop ACTUALLY resembles some of my coworkers. The sad thing is, though customers probably don't know the dress code, and therefore when someone is breaking it, it is still important to present a professional image at all times.
I wear tennis shoes one day each week to work. That is on Fridays when I am unloading a semi full of boxes. My boss says this is okay. I don't do it to look unprofessional. In fact, my shoes are mostly black anyway and don't blind you when you see them like the uRR force 1's like some folks wear.
I wish I had the power to fire, because I would there would be a lot of unprofessional, I-don't-take-my-job-seriously, cell-phone-talking, food-and-drink-stealing, time-taking, slow-moving, unmotivated, slack ass supervisor wannabes out the mother fucking door.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Why Flying Sucks...Part 2
As stated in my last post, I think flying is a great way to get around. Any mode of transportation that can get me 1500 miles in 3 hours is okay in my book. The only thing that ruins it for me every time is the morons I meet along the way.
Security Part 2 -
The security people at the airport have now made it mandatory that you remove your shoes and jacket before stepping through the metal detector. You are also expected to remove belts, watches, and any other items that may set the machine off. Because the shoe removal thing is fairly new, the security guards (the ones checking your boarding pass AND the ones operating the machines) make it a point to clearly tell everyone to remove jackets and shoes. And yet there is always some dumbass who doesn't get the picture and holds up the line because he or she is too stupid to follow simple orders. Usually it is the person directly in front of me. Fucker.
Waiting at the Gate -
People like to talk on the phone while waiting at the gate. I do it too. However, some people need to realize that not everyone gives a shit about what is going on in thier lives. So please keep it to a reasonable volume level. I recently had the unfortunate luck of sitting near a woman shouting "I'M GETTING IN AT 7! DO YOU MISS ME POOKIE? I MISS YOU TOO! I'LL SEE YOU SOON BABY! I LOVE YOU! NO, I LOVE YOU MORE! MUFFINFACE I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL I SEE YOU! NO, I LOVE YOU MORE!"
Meanwhile, I was contemplating where in the airport I would dispose of her body.
The Person Sitting Next To You -
Sometimes I like to talk to my seat buddies. Sometimes I don't. There is an easy way to determine which mood I am in. If I want to talk to you, I will strike up a conversation, or keep the conversation going if you start talking to me. If I don't want to talk to you, I will immediately take out a book and place my iPod in my lap while I wait to be able to use portable electronic devices. If I am clearly engaged in something else, DO NOT TALK TO ME. I hate when people make random comments such as "Wow, it's warm in here!" The last thing I need is for people to state the obvious while I am clearly busy with something else. Even more so, I hate when people ask me where I am headed. The plane is going to Atlanta. I'm wearing an Auburn University shirt. This isn't rocket science. When I have earphones in my ears, that is not your cue to start talking to me. Talk to the person on your other side, because I don't give a fuck.
Getting Off The Plane -
I like to sit near towards the back of the plane near the wing, in a window seat. I like this location because I am near the bathroom, I can watch the luggage being loaded and unloaded from the plane, and often times these seats don't fill up so I get an empty seat next to me. Also, I figure that if the plane were to suddenly crash headfirst into the ground, the other hundred or so passengers will break my fall. This, however, has its disadvantages. Being seated so far back means that I am one of the last ones off of the plane. This wouldn't be an issue if everyone could exit in a quick and orderly manner. But of course, they can't. First, there are always people ahead of me who can't seem to wrestle their carry on luggage out of the overhead compartment. The rest of us are forced to watch helplessly as about three people try to remove a suitcase that clearly should have been checked. Second, I HATE when the person sitting next to me decides to be all chivalrous and let EVERYONE else on the plane off before leaving. Just because they don't mind waiting, doesn't mean that I want to be crammed in my seat for an extra twenty minutes. If you want to let people go ahead of you first, then fine, but let me the fuck out of my seat first, because I've got places to be.
Luggage -
I like my large duffel bag because it is distinct and easy to spot on the luggage carousel. Most other people have identical black suitcases. Without fail, someone will always say "I don't know which one is mine. They all look the same!" That comment is fucking old. And I don't care. Just keep your mouth shut and get the hell out of the way when I move in to grab my bag.
And that's why I hate flying. I'm sure someday there will be a part 3 to this saga.
Security Part 2 -
The security people at the airport have now made it mandatory that you remove your shoes and jacket before stepping through the metal detector. You are also expected to remove belts, watches, and any other items that may set the machine off. Because the shoe removal thing is fairly new, the security guards (the ones checking your boarding pass AND the ones operating the machines) make it a point to clearly tell everyone to remove jackets and shoes. And yet there is always some dumbass who doesn't get the picture and holds up the line because he or she is too stupid to follow simple orders. Usually it is the person directly in front of me. Fucker.
Waiting at the Gate -
People like to talk on the phone while waiting at the gate. I do it too. However, some people need to realize that not everyone gives a shit about what is going on in thier lives. So please keep it to a reasonable volume level. I recently had the unfortunate luck of sitting near a woman shouting "I'M GETTING IN AT 7! DO YOU MISS ME POOKIE? I MISS YOU TOO! I'LL SEE YOU SOON BABY! I LOVE YOU! NO, I LOVE YOU MORE! MUFFINFACE I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL I SEE YOU! NO, I LOVE YOU MORE!"
Meanwhile, I was contemplating where in the airport I would dispose of her body.
The Person Sitting Next To You -
Sometimes I like to talk to my seat buddies. Sometimes I don't. There is an easy way to determine which mood I am in. If I want to talk to you, I will strike up a conversation, or keep the conversation going if you start talking to me. If I don't want to talk to you, I will immediately take out a book and place my iPod in my lap while I wait to be able to use portable electronic devices. If I am clearly engaged in something else, DO NOT TALK TO ME. I hate when people make random comments such as "Wow, it's warm in here!" The last thing I need is for people to state the obvious while I am clearly busy with something else. Even more so, I hate when people ask me where I am headed. The plane is going to Atlanta. I'm wearing an Auburn University shirt. This isn't rocket science. When I have earphones in my ears, that is not your cue to start talking to me. Talk to the person on your other side, because I don't give a fuck.
Getting Off The Plane -
I like to sit near towards the back of the plane near the wing, in a window seat. I like this location because I am near the bathroom, I can watch the luggage being loaded and unloaded from the plane, and often times these seats don't fill up so I get an empty seat next to me. Also, I figure that if the plane were to suddenly crash headfirst into the ground, the other hundred or so passengers will break my fall. This, however, has its disadvantages. Being seated so far back means that I am one of the last ones off of the plane. This wouldn't be an issue if everyone could exit in a quick and orderly manner. But of course, they can't. First, there are always people ahead of me who can't seem to wrestle their carry on luggage out of the overhead compartment. The rest of us are forced to watch helplessly as about three people try to remove a suitcase that clearly should have been checked. Second, I HATE when the person sitting next to me decides to be all chivalrous and let EVERYONE else on the plane off before leaving. Just because they don't mind waiting, doesn't mean that I want to be crammed in my seat for an extra twenty minutes. If you want to let people go ahead of you first, then fine, but let me the fuck out of my seat first, because I've got places to be.
Luggage -
I like my large duffel bag because it is distinct and easy to spot on the luggage carousel. Most other people have identical black suitcases. Without fail, someone will always say "I don't know which one is mine. They all look the same!" That comment is fucking old. And I don't care. Just keep your mouth shut and get the hell out of the way when I move in to grab my bag.
And that's why I hate flying. I'm sure someday there will be a part 3 to this saga.
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