Anybody else long for the days when The Weather Channel showed just weather? ...or is it just me?? I don't want to hear about the Golf Course Pick of the Week (brought you by Dell) or see what weather topics are trending on Twitter, I have a Twitter acct for that! I also do not to "re-live" hurricanes of years past. I was there, I remember them. I just want to know about Irene!!!

Good thing I don't have children

One of my neighbors just found my cat & brought him back to me...
 (1) no windows are open and I haven't left the house today
 (2) I didn't even know he was gone!!!


Now the return of the fat ball of furry occurred just I discovered that the wonderful meal I prepared for dinner, and have been eagerly waiting for is still raw, because I didn't turn the oven on


If I had kids, tonight they would be lost and starving...

Neither rain nor sleet nor diseased legs...

remember that postman's oath? Neither rain nor sleet nor gloom of night...
Well I would like to propose a re-write to that. How about neither laziness nor stupidity will keep me from my appointed rounds.
I have a mail man that won't check my box for outgoing mail unless he is delivering mail to me. So what happens is that if I have a letter to go out?, it sits there until I get mail.
Now let's think about this.

mailboxes come with flags. those flags have the SOLE purpose of communicating to your faithful postal employee that there is mail to be mailed out, right? (or do I live in some "Mirror" Star Trek universe where everything is backwards)
SO I put the question to you, the general reader, why would it now be an official policy of the United States Postal Service to not require the mail-person ( I'm trying to be P.C. ) to check mail boxes for outgoing mail unless they have incoming mail for that address?? He puts mail in my neighbor's box --right beside mine,-- sees my flag is up and what does the mail-person do?
They blatantly ignore it!!

I think we should all tear off those stupid little flags and demand a partial refund of the purchase price of our box because we got charged for parts we don't need. And don't get me started on the rising stamp prices, because the way I view it, we are paying more for less service
I'm thinking of printing up t-shirts and starting a revolution....
(I wonder if this is where the term "Going Postal" started???)

 Moving on:

I'm not the type of person that gets offended easily, but every once in a while someone does manage to offend me. This week however I was highly offended.
In talking with a state employee about a personal matter, I mentioned that my main mode of transportation was by foot, and coming to the office was not nearly as convenient and she made it out to be.
This woman, (who will not remain nameless because she pissed me off) Marie Whitlock - which she spelled for me apparently assuming that using phonetics was a foreign skill to me) questioned me as to how I expected to  [do what we were discussing] with no car. I told her that anywhere I needed to go I walked to, including my bank, the grocery store, the post office (because remember I have outgoing mail issues) etc. Her tone of voice and unfortunate choice of verbiage is what set me off.  The tone she used was as if  having legs was the most horrid disease known to man. OH MY GOD! I had no idea! Where did I pick up such a ghastly ailment. Could it have been from that man I passed in the store yesterday? Oh my God ,yes, that must be it; he had legs too! DEAR GOD CALL THE CDC!!!  The virus has gone airborne! Sound the alert. Activate the National Guard! Shields up, Mr. Scott, set Phasers on stun!

So without missing a beat and in my best dead-pan ever I told her that, "You know, it's the damnedest thing! When my mother gave birth to me I was deformed, I had two, strange things growing out of my hips. No one one wanted them cut off, because of the high price of surgery so they taught me how to balance myself on them and it turned out to be pretty useful. I figure that God gave them to me, so I will use them."

She told me I was being rude. (Me? Rude? imagine that!) I went on to inform her "... I promise you that I am in much better shape than your fat ass that sits behind a wheel encased in metal everywhere you go.".
 Then I asked for her supervisor and made my complaint..

I never knew that being a pedestrian made one a pariah in today's society. I have never felt as diseased and dirty as when Marie Whitlock spoke to me like that.

Today I wad told "being married isn't so bad if you don't think about it"
LOL

Maybe that's my problem...

walk a mile in my shoes

Today I walked 4 miles.

4 miles in the sweltering heat! was I mad?? had I lost my mind? No. I've just lost my job and transportation. So I am left with no choice but to walk where I need to go. Usually it isn't so bad, but today it was 100 and 3 freaking degrees outside. (or so the many bank thermometers told me along my journey) 

After about 5 minutes into my little jaunt  I was drenched! My hair was dripping sweat into my eyes, my shirt was stuck to me with the tell tale ribbons of wetness tattooing my shirt all down the front and back.

I even had a nice little wet spot on my pants so it looked like I'd pissed myself. LOVELY!

But all of that I can endure, because I'm doing what has to be done. 

What I cannot endure are the looks that I get as I'm minding my own business walking down the sidewalk. 

What? Has the population degraded so much that it is unthinkable to see someone using the two legs God gave them? 

Is it that unimaginable that a person walking in the heat will sweat?

Well, to those gawkers I say: 

WALK 4 MILES IN MY SHOES 

Just a little sage advice: never keep your tube of toothpaste and tube of Icy Hot in the same drawer... I'm just sayin' :)

remember that "new job" of mine that I so proudly added to my list of new things? 

Well it sucks! I should have started regularly working ages ago, but there have been nothing but technical problems! Ya see, it's a work at home/outsourced job. I should be merrily typing away, answering the phone in my pjs on a daily basis dealing with idiot customer who call in for service on the cell phones, but from the giddy-up it has been nothing but a headache. "the system is down" or my network log on doesn't work correctly etc. 

I am at the point of pulling out my eyelashes one by one. I just can't seem to catch a break. Not only have a spent money getting this all set up and paid for training, but I've also had to install a home phone line that I didn't need as well as my own internet (my apartment comes with free wi-fi, but I can't use wi-fi for this, I have to be have an ethernet connection) and now am incurring bills that I didn't have to worry about before and wish to the good Lord above that I didn't have to worry about now because, being that I haven't been working, I haven't been getting paid either. 

So here I am STILL stuck on the measly pittance the Security Employment Commission doles out to me each week, wondering how I am going to get by in what was suppose to be a new start for me.

people, I tell ya, things are bleak. 

Living at the beach is not all it is cracked up to be.

Jobs are scarce when you have to look for something with in walking distance. I take that back, good   jobs are scarce. I could work in one of the many beach stores that are here for minimum wage, but that is not full time work, in a few months the season is over and and I'm right back where I started from. (not to mention that beachwear retail is how I ended up in the pickle of no job, no car in the first place)

Just once I would love for something to go as planned. I would love to get up each day dreading to go to work. If only just for something to do. Cabin fever is setting in and let's face it, I haven't much sanity left to lose ...

so on today's stupid thing that happened:

I was in a store shopping for , well that doesn't matter, I was in a store shopping...

On my way to the register I noticed that their a/c unit was pouring!! water onto the floor; when I get to the checkout I tell the cashier (a boy no older than 15/16 I guess) & tell him about the damage of the clothes on the rack under the a/c vent and the massive puddle. He replies, "All I can say is Oh well, I leave in 5 minutes." & starts ringing my stuff up. REALLY? what the heck is wrong with kids today??  

Granted I have noticed that teens today are definitely the "Me Generation"  - not caring about anything until it directly affects them, but he could have at least called for his manager to let them know. Sure, he probably thinks its a shit job, but (1) you gotta start somewhere and (2) you should at least take some pride in your job no mater what it is. If you are a pig castrator, chop with pride or not at all I say :)

Now that I think back on my money problems, I probably should have gone back down that aisle and "slipped" LOL 

But that would make me no better that half the people I complain about in this world. 

I would rather be poor and be able to face myself in the mirror than shopping til I Drop with money i didn't earn (Ahem! IE the lady who sued McD's over a hot cup of coffee)

Ack! it's 4am!!

Off to bed with me, Lord only knows what tomorrow/today will bring, but if it's interesting I'll post