I am wondering if they teach geography in school anymore or is it one of those subjects deemed unnecessary and cut out of the current curriculum? My husband, a cell tower technician, called me today to tell me a humorous story. He had gone to a site that was down. After he corrected the problem he called the company's technical call center to let them know it had been fixed. When the call center employee answered, my husband identified himself as “Doug from Utah.” The call center employee responded with, “Um, what state is that?”
“Utah?” my husband answered a bit sarcastically.
“Is that in Texas?” the call center employee asked.
My husband was dumbfounded as he replied, “Uh, No, it’s Utah.”
He said the call center employee just got quiet after that.
Seriously people, is it too much to ask that we at least know the names of all fifty states in this fine country of ours? Oh and by the way New Mexico is part of the USA!
Showing posts with label PET PEEVES. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PET PEEVES. Show all posts
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
LINE BUTTING AND OTHER TRAVEL PET PEEVES
Last week I was on travel to DC for work and I experienced one of my travel pet peeves twice – line butting. When you come upon a long line of people standing at the curb waiting for the shuttle do you really think we are standing there just for the hell of it? It really pisses me off when I have stood in line for two shuttles and this one jerk walks up, looks at us, and heads to the front of the line! I want to scream, “Hey! Jerk! Do you think this line is just for fun?” Instead, I stand there silently fuming like half the other line standers as the line butting jerk enters the shuttle first!
Another travel pet peeve I have is seating space on the airplane. Have you ever noticed no matter how fat or skinny you are you still end up squished hip to hip? This is not what bothers me, what bothers me is when the person whom you are temporarily attached to for a five hour flight acts as if you have some deadly disease and recoils from your leg or hip touch. Let’s be realistic here. You are on a plane in a seat with about 12 inches of space for your ass – some body part is going to make contact! Get used to it and deal with it! I refuse to hold my legs tight for five hours causing muscle cramping just so you aren’t touched by a stranger. If you are that OCD, then get a first class ticket!
The flight that I take home from DC is always over booked, so I expect to be uncomfortable on the flight. On one trip I had the misfortune of being seated in the middle seat – this is the worst seat to be in on a full flight and if you ask me is just the worst seat period! Anyway, as I boarded the plane I realized that the extremely large man seated in the aisle seat and taking up half of the middle seat was in my row! Not being a small person myself I knew this would be a fun trip and was praying for a skinny person to be seated in the window seat. Alas, it was not to be my fate as on walks this tall, big boned Polynesian woman indicating that she had the window seat. I was prepared to be totally miserable sandwiched in the middle seat for five long hours. Fortunately, the woman was very friendly and had no problem if any part of me touched her. In fact she apologized ahead of time for being squished and told me not to worry about touching. Finally a fellow traveler who understood the inevitability of being temporarily attached at the hip! Still, the trip was a miserable one because one side of me was suctioned to the big man from sweat! I know – gross! But it is true.
Another travel pet peeve I have is seating space on the airplane. Have you ever noticed no matter how fat or skinny you are you still end up squished hip to hip? This is not what bothers me, what bothers me is when the person whom you are temporarily attached to for a five hour flight acts as if you have some deadly disease and recoils from your leg or hip touch. Let’s be realistic here. You are on a plane in a seat with about 12 inches of space for your ass – some body part is going to make contact! Get used to it and deal with it! I refuse to hold my legs tight for five hours causing muscle cramping just so you aren’t touched by a stranger. If you are that OCD, then get a first class ticket!
The flight that I take home from DC is always over booked, so I expect to be uncomfortable on the flight. On one trip I had the misfortune of being seated in the middle seat – this is the worst seat to be in on a full flight and if you ask me is just the worst seat period! Anyway, as I boarded the plane I realized that the extremely large man seated in the aisle seat and taking up half of the middle seat was in my row! Not being a small person myself I knew this would be a fun trip and was praying for a skinny person to be seated in the window seat. Alas, it was not to be my fate as on walks this tall, big boned Polynesian woman indicating that she had the window seat. I was prepared to be totally miserable sandwiched in the middle seat for five long hours. Fortunately, the woman was very friendly and had no problem if any part of me touched her. In fact she apologized ahead of time for being squished and told me not to worry about touching. Finally a fellow traveler who understood the inevitability of being temporarily attached at the hip! Still, the trip was a miserable one because one side of me was suctioned to the big man from sweat! I know – gross! But it is true.
Friday, September 26, 2008
NO MORE POLITICAL E-MAILS PLEASE
I don’t usually discuss politics with friends because I know that inevitably someone is going to end up with hurt feelings. I try to live by the saying “Never discuss politics or religion with friends or family.” I only wish that others lived by the same rule. Why is it that there are always those few friends, who have you on their e-mail list, that insist on forwarding you the latest political rumors about the presidential candidates or are in support of various candidates without knowing if I am in support of that person or not? I find myself seriously offended by some of these e-mails.
The thing that irritates me the most is when I have to listen to some uneducated really stupid person talking politics. I don’t consider myself an expert even though I have a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science, but at least I am educated enough not to believe everything that I hear - especially when it comes to politics. Come on people, get a clue! Have you ever met a fully trustworthy politician? I am not saying they are all corrupt or liars, but no one can deliver on everything they promise when it comes down to it, but I digress.
My point is that I really wish people would be more sensitive to the possibility that I may not be in the same political spectrum as they are and not forward me those dumb ass e-mails!
The thing that irritates me the most is when I have to listen to some uneducated really stupid person talking politics. I don’t consider myself an expert even though I have a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science, but at least I am educated enough not to believe everything that I hear - especially when it comes to politics. Come on people, get a clue! Have you ever met a fully trustworthy politician? I am not saying they are all corrupt or liars, but no one can deliver on everything they promise when it comes down to it, but I digress.
My point is that I really wish people would be more sensitive to the possibility that I may not be in the same political spectrum as they are and not forward me those dumb ass e-mails!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
HONEY, WHERE ARE THE.........
Last night I was watching an episode of “King of Queens”. There was a scene where Doug (the husband) walks into the kitchen to ask Carrie (the wife) where the scissors are. She loses it and rips into him. She asks him why is it that, if he uses the scissors all the time and that they are always in the same spot, he feels the need to ask where they are. If she wasn’t there, would he never use the scissors because he couldn’t ask her where they are? I totally identified with this scene. Why is it that once you are in a relationship you suddenly become the keeper of all things and that it is your job to know where everything is? I have been going through this for over ten years with my husband! We have lived in our current house for about seven months now and yet he still doesn’t know where the dishes go on the occasion that he unloads the dishwasher. It is funny that he knows where they all are when he needs to use them!
The other day he called me all frantic because he couldn’t find his new heat resistant gloves that he had bought earlier in the week. I told him that I had no idea where they were and that I had never seen them. I always get the same response from him, “Well, I left them on the… (fill in the blank).” As if he is accusing me of moving them! Because we all know us women have nothing better to do but keep track of everything!
Okay, so I admit that later that day when I came home I remembered that I did move them, but maybe he should put his crap up so I don’t have to move it!
I just get tired of the same old questions every day! “Have you seen my badge?” “Where’s the remote control?” “Where are my keys?” and on and on!
Now, I can’t say all men are this way. My brother is a lot like me and his wife is the one who misplaces everything. It just seems like there is always one partner who can’t get it together!
The other day he called me all frantic because he couldn’t find his new heat resistant gloves that he had bought earlier in the week. I told him that I had no idea where they were and that I had never seen them. I always get the same response from him, “Well, I left them on the… (fill in the blank).” As if he is accusing me of moving them! Because we all know us women have nothing better to do but keep track of everything!
Okay, so I admit that later that day when I came home I remembered that I did move them, but maybe he should put his crap up so I don’t have to move it!
I just get tired of the same old questions every day! “Have you seen my badge?” “Where’s the remote control?” “Where are my keys?” and on and on!
Now, I can’t say all men are this way. My brother is a lot like me and his wife is the one who misplaces everything. It just seems like there is always one partner who can’t get it together!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
DIRTY LAUNDRY
On Sunday I was doing laundry – we are talking about a mountain of laundry – and I had separated it in the hallway. My husband comes home and sees it and asks, “What’s that?”
Of course I reply sarcastically, “I know you probably don’t recognize it, but it is called dirty laundry!” He shrugs his shoulders and climbs over it into the bedroom!
Apparently he has an aversion to dirty clothing. This past spring I went on strike and didn’t wash any of his clothes for over a month. I don’t think he even noticed. He had the nerve to put a load of laundry in one time and then say, “Look, I did your laundry.” How does OUR laundry become MY laundry?
One of my biggest pet peeves is that he takes his socks off in the living room and leaves them there! Right in the middle of the floor! I once asked if he had any whites for the washer. I even asked, ”What about your socks right there?” I got absolutely no reply, so I slammed the washer shut and started it sans his socks. Then the next day he asked if I had seen his socks as there weren’t any in the bedroom. I pointed at his socks on the floor and said, “Right there.” He didn’t like that one bit! I swear he is going to come home one day and find his damn socks stapled to the floor!
Of course I reply sarcastically, “I know you probably don’t recognize it, but it is called dirty laundry!” He shrugs his shoulders and climbs over it into the bedroom!
Apparently he has an aversion to dirty clothing. This past spring I went on strike and didn’t wash any of his clothes for over a month. I don’t think he even noticed. He had the nerve to put a load of laundry in one time and then say, “Look, I did your laundry.” How does OUR laundry become MY laundry?
One of my biggest pet peeves is that he takes his socks off in the living room and leaves them there! Right in the middle of the floor! I once asked if he had any whites for the washer. I even asked, ”What about your socks right there?” I got absolutely no reply, so I slammed the washer shut and started it sans his socks. Then the next day he asked if I had seen his socks as there weren’t any in the bedroom. I pointed at his socks on the floor and said, “Right there.” He didn’t like that one bit! I swear he is going to come home one day and find his damn socks stapled to the floor!
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