Fadedwords

I don’t want to get into a big debate here… but I’m writing about this anyway.  I’ll just preface it by saying that I know 99% of my readers will really want to get into a debate and argue their side.  But I don’t want that, so please resist the temptation.

I started my homebound work with the 1st grade student from my school today.  She is out of school due to a rare form of cancer.  She is going to be 7 in one week.

Now, I fully respect your right to believe in God.  But honestly?  Any God that would allow a child to get cancer isn’t a deity that I’d be interested in getting to know.  And knowing that little kids do get this horrible disease just makes me believe even more strongly that no benevolent deity would allow that to happen.

But that’s the end of my rant for today.  It was a wonderful afternoon, and I feel lucky that I’ve been allowed into this child’s life this way.  On the flip side I’m feeling angry at the cosmos.  With all the real a-holes out there that deserve to be sick and suffering, this sweet kid is the one that ends up sick.  And that’s effed up.

I’m sorry if any of my readers have ever been touched by this particular issue in any way, but I’m annoyed and want to vent.

The T*oday Show had two women on who were telling their tale of woe.  They each met a guy on line (same guy) and ended up giving him $5,000 and $10,000 respectively.  The guy turned out to be a con artist.  I know, shocking.

Who are these vapid women (or people, it’s not just women) that meet some person on line and are so weak minded and willed that they give up thousands of dollars?  Seriously.  The interviewer asked the other guest, some internet security expert what people can do to protect themselves.

STOP BEING A VAPID IDIOT!!

If you meet someone on line don’t give them jack crap.  Who are these people that give people money, of all things?   I really thought this was common sense.  I’m starting to agree with Jake’s philosophy:

Remove all directions and warning labels from everything.   People with no common sense will eventually be taken care of.   Thinning the herd.

Dear Chick-Fil-A,

I would like to begin by telling you how much I’ve enjoyed my few visits to your eating establishments.  Your chicken is tasty, your waffle fries are scrumptious, and your service is friendly and expedient.

However, I would also like to file a grievance.  Today I was very excited at the thought of partaking in the wonder of an Oreo Milkshake from one of your fine fast-food franchises.  I was disheartened and greatly upset when we got there and saw that you were closed on Sundays.

Now, I understand that Sunday is typically “God’s Day”, and in that many places choose to open after 12, or not at all.  But I would like to go on record as saying that Chick-Fil-A should not be closed on Sunday.  I think most people would agree with me that Jesus would approve.  I think he would enjoy the Oreo milkshake as much as I do.

Sincerely,
Oreo-Milkshake-Lover

So nearly a month ago, I took my brand new computer back to B*est B*uy to get fixed yet again.  About two weeks passed, and I received a call saying that they were going to have to send it back to S*ony for repairs.  This was something I had been expecting, simply because the computer was totally FUBAR’d.

Yesterday I received an automated messaged saying that my computer was ready to be picked up.  It had been about a week and a half since they told me they were sending it off to S*ony to get fixed.  Today I left work and drove the 25ish minutes it takes to get to the store.  Then I waited nearly 40 minutes while the Ge*ek Squ*ad guy putzed around figuring things out.  After all of that, guess what I got?

Told that the computer hadn’t even been sent to S*ony yet.  *cue rays of fire shooting from eye sockets*  I asked why I had been called and the guy said, “Oh, it was probably just an automatic call when the computer came back from our warehouse.”  Seriously?  Are they frigging kidding?  It’s been just sitting here for a week and a half waiting to be sent for repairs.  I had to drive 25 minutes out of my way to pick up something that wasn’t even ready to be picked up.

Argh.

You know what else really bugs the hell out of me?

You’re standing around with friends, and all of a sudden it’s clear that they’re talking around you about something that obviously was about you and a situation that you were present during but missed part of it… and they just keep talking in riddles and half phrases. During the whole thing they’re seemingly oblivious to the fact that it’s kind of awkward for you to stand there and listen as people very clearly are talking about something that deals with you.

So you just stand there and look at your feet and wonder, “OK, what the hell did I miss?”

I really *love* it when things like that happen. It makes me want to go back and hang out again a whole lot.

**I promise, my next entry will be more positive.