As sure as nightly news comes on every night, there will be something...something that will piss me off. So what was it today?
Mind Numbing Conference Calls
Conference Calls are OK, they are part of business, I understand that. What I do not fathom is a call that is scheduled for 90 minutes, has about 30 people on it discussing 30 different variations of the same theme, and they run out of time. Because some people go on and on and on about their area of...expertise...knowledge...lack of knowledge? Who knows, and you ask who cares? Me! Because when it comes around for my area of expertise (and I know whats I is talking about), there is 15 minutes left on a 30 minute discussion topic. Of course, my area is the most important! But you knew that already. Thank God for instant messenger so that I can chat with Rick (yes, the same Rick of Atom Strange and Jack3d fame...hey Rick, this is a test, let me know if you are reading this!) with such messages as "huh?" or "is she on crack?" My motto on a conference call - get in, get out and make them laugh. It is how I am so revered throughout Sprinty Sprint.
Bicyclists
Share the road my ass. When it comes time to give some room to cyclists zipping by, I am all for the giving them some space. I really wouldn't want a dump truck passing me at 60 MPH 3 feet from my face. But if you insist on making motorists follow basic traffic laws, then YOU...YOU Mr./Ms. Bicyclist...must obey them as well. Since when is stopping for a red light optional? You look both ways and see no oncoming traffic and immediately you become a pedestrian, crossing the road. Once upon the other side, Jekyll or Hyde or whoever you are, you are back to riding. Can't have it both ways!
Gym or Daycare?
Another "can't have it both ways" deal. Tonight, while I was working extremely hard with Pam, three kids were playing on the MMA mat with the big yoga balls. Know where this is going? Yup, one hit me in the head. I was doing crunches just so you get the logistical gist of it all. Pam, the trained professional, gave them a dirty look. I, on the other hand, threw out a couple fucks. From then on they were perfect angels. Yeah right. Where were the rents? Taking a class. Bring your fucking kids to the gym and just let them loose for others to worry about. Didn't I put something like this in a previous blog?
Alright, that is enough, it was only one day. Don't want you to think I am some old fart cooped up with nothing to do. Which is what I am some days. But, as usual, I digress.
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