Emoticons, Awards & Being Gross in Everything Else

I saw a post on facebook today that was essentially a “letter” from a mom to her son who committed suicide. She used a lot of emoticons. I am sure she meant well, but it seemed to cheapen the “letter” and sentiment in my opinion. Also, I don’t think Facebook is the place to post something that should be personal and private. I never give the person the benefit of the doubt, I always see it as a way to get attention and sympathy. I think it is tacky to essentially beg for sympathy. Perhaps I am more cynical than I originally thought, but putting tales of woe and sadness on Facebook rubs me the wrong way.

I thought last week was slow, but it is only Wednesday. It should clearly be Thursday. The last two days have just been jammed for me. I always know when I am truly exhausted because I wake up in the exact same position I fell asleep in. I am a restless sleeper, so when I wake up in the same position AND I cannot remember my dreams, I know that I was truly exhausted. Those are always my best sleeps. I only woke up early because the garbage men arrived and the boys needed to go greet them.

I hate when I ask someone a question at work and they point me to another person who then says, “what do you want me to do?” I want you to fucking answer my question. Obviously I don’t know the answer, thus my begrudgingly entering the 7th ring of hell to ask you!

I signed my loan papers yesterday. Fastest money I have ever gotten and now it is pretty much spent. Paid off the car and the home equity loan, so free & clear titles! The rest will pay off credit cards and I will free up some money each month. Plus I just got my pay stub and I really won’t miss the extra I had diverted to the loan account. So win/win I guess.

I will never understand why a person, any person, would write about their slobness online in a public forum. It is disgusting to admit that you have not washed dishes in weeks. When you can’t remember how long food has been in a dirty dish, that is not something you should share. That is disgusting. If you want people to think you are trash, then by all means please keep writing that shit and putting it out there. But if you want people to think you are not a lazy fuck, then keep that shit to yourself. Especially if you have children. This is why people call DFS on people. It is right there, online for all the world to see. My cousin’s wife claimed someone called DFS on them and didn’t know why. I will tell you why, your daughter posted photos of her dirty twins on Facebook. You could see literal shit on the walls. Fucking clean your house once in a while. Also, why would you ever admit that you don’t shower? Gross. If you feel bad about yourself, you have all the power to change that. Feel free to write this stuff, but don’t post it online. Do you think that your child wants to read that a few years down the line? Because trust me, they will find it and they will read it. And if their friends are savy and curious, they will find it and read it too. And then they will use it against your child. You won’t have any room to bitch about bullies, when you provided the fodder.

Sorry that was a little rant I had to get out. It has been on my mind for a long time.

What the hell is up with all these award assemblies and graduations for kids? A friend posts every month about the awards her kids are getting at school. Seriously, this is a problem. We are now rewarding kids for being nice and going to school. That is fucked. We didn’t have award assemblies when I was in school. One year we had a student of the month. That was it. And all you got was a polaroid picture on the bulletin board and a candy bar. Yes, they didn’t have to worry about feeding us candy or allergies. Life was easier before the fucking granolas came along. Also, I had two graduations in my entire life. High school and college. That is it. No pre-school, kindergarten, sixth grade, eighth grade (end of junior high), etc. You graduated high school and if you were lucky, college. One school (small “farm country” school) actually gets a limo and full fabric cap & gown. For fucking getting through 8th grade in the sticks. The way they coddle kids today makes my head spin. What are these kids going to do when they hit the real world and nobody gives them an award for not punching their coworkers? Because believe me if they work with 87% of my co-workers, they will want to punch them in the fucking throat every day, including weekends. There is no award from refraining, unless you count NOT going to jail or being sued an award.

Speaking of going to jail, I get irrationally pissed off when I look at the jail roster updates for the local pokey and I never recognize the names. Why can’t one person I know get arrested for something? Is that really to much to ask? Because I would love nothing more than to see someone’s name on the jail roster. Not necessarily a cow-worker although that would be sweet, but I would settle for one of their family members. I know that is a sad commentary on my twisted brain, but I sort of live for that shit.

Every day I dream of having a relatively empty inbox and sometimes it happens, but this week it is not meant to be. I don’t remove something from my inbox until I have dealt with it or received an answer. I have a backlog right now because it has been a busy week and because three involve a huge project that still pisses me off (not even a fun project), one is about $$$ and I need to see that it has not been answered, two concern some paperwork that needs to be signed, the others involve me having to print/send/update stuff. Maybe tomorrow.

Today got away from me. I didn’t get much done. I waited until this afternoon and then decided I should work on my big dl. I was going to wait, but then decided it would just be better to get it over with. Really wish I would have made that decision this morning.

It’s quitting time…almost (shhh don’t tell anyone I got here late today…not that anyone cares. I probably could have left an hour ago and nobody would question it). I am skipping the gym again today. Bad me. Not the way to start out the month, but I need to get some stuff caught up and that hour becomes very valuable around 11:00 when I want to go to bed, but stuff is not done.