Not a good start to the week
Nov. 7th, 2005 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiI don't normally hate Mondays. Today is not good, though.
Gripe #1: Twenty minutes before my alarm went off, my upstairs neighbor let a Shetland pony out of her closet. Or she's Dutch and favors wooden shoes to tapdance in. Whatever. I just hate waking up to CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! And she didn't leave for over an hour!! (But I do prefer her to the nymphomaniacs that used to live above me. It was not unusual for me to wake up to crickitycrickitycrickitycrickity, whamwhamWhamWhamWHAM! with them. Amongst other auditory accompaniment. At 5 AM!!!)
Gripe #2: The woman in front of me in yoga was not getting any of her positions right and the instructor didn't correct her. I know that yoga is supposed to be about focusing on the internal and finding spiritual balance and all of that, but her Warrior One offended me on a very deep level. And she was too far away for me to give her any helpful hints. Then she went up to the instructor after the class and said, "I find yoga so relaxing." THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DO IT WRONG!!!!
Gripe #3: I had five minutes to kill before leaving today, so I turned on a music video and saw Mariah Carey humping the side of a pool. Then, part of the video was her making out with some random guy inside of a soccer goal. I know that they probably weren't going for accuracy in her "uniform," but HEELS?! Seriously. Also, while she was macking on the random guy, the soccer ball was INSIDE the goal. She's a terrible goalie. Someone just scored on her. Ooohhh. *groan* Was that supposed to be metaphorical? *smacks forehead with heel of hand* This is why I don't watch music videos anymore.
Gripe #4: I'm out walking the dog, as usual, when a guy in a car that is speeding by sicks his head out the window and screams at me, "Hey, babe, why don't you walk MY dog?" Was that supposed to be lewd? Because if it was, he failed horribly. I didn't blush or even feel moved to flip him the bird. What did he even mean?
And I've gotten no work done today because my fellow classmates are trying to figure out ways to network at the conference we have next week and I got wrangled into drafting a letter to send to other schools. I don't hate conferences, but I don't want to go to Canada. I'll have to find my birth certificate. And we're not sure how cell phone charges work up there. Is it roaming? Do we have to dial special? It's extra work and worry and I have a hard enough time remembering to put on deodorant in the morning. (But that's okay because I have an extra stick in my desk. I swear I'm not stinky.)
Ack. No more. I'm ready for it to be... Oh, hell, it's only going to get worse from here on out.
Gripe #1: Twenty minutes before my alarm went off, my upstairs neighbor let a Shetland pony out of her closet. Or she's Dutch and favors wooden shoes to tapdance in. Whatever. I just hate waking up to CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! And she didn't leave for over an hour!! (But I do prefer her to the nymphomaniacs that used to live above me. It was not unusual for me to wake up to crickitycrickitycrickitycrickity, whamwhamWhamWhamWHAM! with them. Amongst other auditory accompaniment. At 5 AM!!!)
Gripe #2: The woman in front of me in yoga was not getting any of her positions right and the instructor didn't correct her. I know that yoga is supposed to be about focusing on the internal and finding spiritual balance and all of that, but her Warrior One offended me on a very deep level. And she was too far away for me to give her any helpful hints. Then she went up to the instructor after the class and said, "I find yoga so relaxing." THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DO IT WRONG!!!!
Gripe #3: I had five minutes to kill before leaving today, so I turned on a music video and saw Mariah Carey humping the side of a pool. Then, part of the video was her making out with some random guy inside of a soccer goal. I know that they probably weren't going for accuracy in her "uniform," but HEELS?! Seriously. Also, while she was macking on the random guy, the soccer ball was INSIDE the goal. She's a terrible goalie. Someone just scored on her. Ooohhh. *groan* Was that supposed to be metaphorical? *smacks forehead with heel of hand* This is why I don't watch music videos anymore.
Gripe #4: I'm out walking the dog, as usual, when a guy in a car that is speeding by sicks his head out the window and screams at me, "Hey, babe, why don't you walk MY dog?" Was that supposed to be lewd? Because if it was, he failed horribly. I didn't blush or even feel moved to flip him the bird. What did he even mean?
And I've gotten no work done today because my fellow classmates are trying to figure out ways to network at the conference we have next week and I got wrangled into drafting a letter to send to other schools. I don't hate conferences, but I don't want to go to Canada. I'll have to find my birth certificate. And we're not sure how cell phone charges work up there. Is it roaming? Do we have to dial special? It's extra work and worry and I have a hard enough time remembering to put on deodorant in the morning. (But that's okay because I have an extra stick in my desk. I swear I'm not stinky.)
Ack. No more. I'm ready for it to be... Oh, hell, it's only going to get worse from here on out.
