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Shit Silver Lining

 

I’ve been trying to find the silver lining in things lately. I have a history of being negative, and sometimes I really let it build up. This is exactly what I did last week and I started to put a post together, but I got so pissed off that I didn’t finish. Here is me finishing it:

Sometimes you just end up having a shitty day. For me, it’s been a shitty week and it’s only Wednesday. Part of this was outside of my control, part of this was bad luck on my part, and part of this stems from my own inability to let things go. It’s a major flaw and causes me a lot of unnecessary pain. It’s something I really need to work on, but for now, it’s what inspired this rant.

Monday was stupid at work and I was hurting from my stupid knee, and I found out that the payments on one of my student loans skyrocketed. So I was in a bad mood. Tuesday wasn’t any better. I went to Wawa for lunch and some jackass was just sitting in his car in one of the front spots so I had to circle the building several times to find a parking space and ended up having to walk further because of it. (Why have I never tried to get a handicap tag for this knee thing?) Then Wawa didn’t have the soup I wanted! Stupid shit to get upset over, but that’s what I do sometimes. Then on my way back to the office, I take a turn a little too fast and almost get in an accident. So now I’m pissed at myself on top of everything.

Then I had to stay late at work and got stuck in traffic on my way home. I had to take DibKitty to the vet, so I walk Ranger as quickly as possible and pack up Dib and go. On our way to the vet I’m trying so hard to not laugh at Dib’s howls of protest. Then he howls REALLY loud. And then I smell it. Once we get to the vet (which was frustrating in itself because some asshole just stopped their car at the entrance to the parking lot to let someone out. At least put your hazard lights on so I know I can go around you!), I confirmed that Dib had in fact shit in the carrier. Awesome.

The technicians were very nice about it and offered to clean out his carrier, which I gratefully accepted. They walked out of the room and came back in and said Dib was actually due for a fecal sample and did I want to use his deposit from the carrier? I readily agreed. Shit happens, but sometimes it can be put to good use – there’s my silver lining!

That being said, while we were waiting to pay three dogs came in and kept trying to sniff at Dib in his carrier. He growled and growled, and then he pissed himself. Motherfucker. Dib got a bath last night and I’m still in a pissy mood. It was just my luck.

That’s what I wrote last week. And yes, I had a lot of stupid stuff happen all at once and it snowballed into a huge scribble over my head. But as I’m writing this now, I’m in such a better place. This is probably in part because last week was such a shitty week that when compared, although nothing extraordinary has happened, this week is so much better by default. So maybe the silver lining of last week’s shit was the ability to appreciate this week in all its ordinariness. Maybe that’s how everyone else does it, maybe I’m onto something here.

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To the People with Their Cell Phones

Last night FH and I went to see the new Fast and the Furious movie. It wasn’t great, and in a way I’m glad because if it was a great movie I would have been even more upset with the entire theater for ruining my movie going experience.

First of all, we went to the Movie Tavern. This is a ‘movie going experience catered to adults’. It says so all over the place. So imagine my surprise and disappointment when we arrive in the theater to see that the place is packed with elementary-age kids. Their parents accompanied them, so technically this was allowed. But it’s not a kids’ movie, not at all. These kids had no business being in that theater in the first place. When I go see a kids’ movie in theaters I have to accept that there will be children there. But the Fast and the Furious movies do NOT fall into that category. So I was a little pissed off. Oh, and there was a baby there too. Like, probably had just-learned-how-to-hold-her-head-up baby. Funnily enough, the baby was better behaved than all the kids, and most of the adults in the theater. So thanks to the parents out there who decided to take their kids to an adult movie, you helped to ruin my movie-going experience.

Now, for those of you that do not know, the Movie Tavern is an awesome place. Or I guess I should say was. I cannot remember the last time we went there and had decent service. Yes, I know that it is a challenging environment to work in, but that doesn’t excuse ignoring the little button that is supposed to alter you that we need something. It doesn’t excuse not bringing out our food for 45 minutes while everyone around us that ordered after us got their food first. It doesn’t excuse not bringing us silverware or proper napkins. It’s not cool. This was also a contributing factor to making last night more frustrating than enjoyable.

Finally, the people with the cell phones: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM??? Is it that important to check Facebook while you are watching a movie multiple times?? It is that important to be texting with your friends? There is NO EXCUSE for this kind of behavior. There is even a fucking message at the beginning of the movie asking you to not ruin the experience for everyone else by using your phone during the movie. But of course, most people had their faces bent over their phones during this message and missed it. But really? I mean, really… what makes you think this is an okay thing to do? Do you not understand where you are? Do you not realize how disruptive a cell phone is? You are being extremely rude. Go home, you do not deserve to be out in public if you cannot behave.

It was so bad that not only did FH turn to the guy next to him and ask him to put away his phone, to which he got a snide comment back, but after the movie I went over to a woman that was sitting in front of me and told her that when she uses her phone in the theater she is being rude to everyone sitting behind her. She gave a half apology, but then made a rude comment behind my back that FH heard. We ignored it and left. No point getting into an argument, I said my piece. Maybe she will realize that she contributed to ruining the movie for us and who knows how many other people.

On our way out we stopped in the bathroom and I saw the lady that I spoke with and the other two people with her. The one girl (guessing the daughter?) glared at me the whole time. And I stared right back at her. If she wants to say something, let her. But have the fucking guts to speak up. I know that I was in the right. I was shaking with anger at the end of the movie, but I just said my piece. I didn’t raise my voice, I just told her that she was being rude that her phone is something that everyone behind her could see and it wasn’t okay to use during a movie. I think that I was well within my rights. I didn’t escalate it even though I really did want to punch the blonde that was shooting daggers at me for speaking up. I kept my cool.

But I really do want to know… why do people think this is okay? How is it fair that I have my movie going experience ruined because people can’t put their fucking cell phones down for two hours? If you don’t have the attention span to sit and watch a movie without another tiny screen in front of you, then don’t go to the movies. It’s pretty simple. There are some highly anticipated movies coming out this summer that FH wants to go see in theaters and I have to say, I’m not so sure I want to go. It can’t be good for me, all this anger boiling up. And who’s to say that any movie going experience will be any better than last night’s? I should have just stayed home and read a book.

Well… That was Traumatizing

There is nothing worse than being home alone and discovering there has been a huge, gross spider invasion. That is what happened to me. The worst part? The spider was not in a trappable area. My technique in the past for dealing with unwanted creepy crawlies would be to cover said icky-ness with a cup or mug. Something so that the unwanted gross bug could not escape. I felt more secure with this – the bug couldn’t get to me if it was covered up. But of course this was not possible with the spider crawling all over my coffee maker.

I took a deep breath and realized I needed to handle the situation like an adult. So I texted FH and beg him to come home and kill the spider. He didn’t answer. Then I texted Dad and begged him to drive to my house and kill the spider. He did answer, but did not agree to come save me. So I did the next best thing. I pushed my chair as far away from my desk as I could and I cried out that it was so gross.

Every time the spider moved I was convinced that it was preparing to attack me. It moved really quickly too, so I was actively keeping my eyes on it (the only thing worse than seeing a spider is not knowing where it went after initially spotting it). While I watched the spider’s progress I continued to yell at my animals that it was so gross and that one of them needed to kill it.

Then panic set in as the spider moved down off my coffee maker onto my desk and under the Marshall University Marco the Bison keychain. Then I lost him. My heart was racing and in my panic I picked up Gir-Kitty. I moved around my desk and found the spider crawling on the side. So I did the obvious thing. I tried to throw my cat at the spider. After all, he’s caught mice before and has the special ability to catch moths and flies. A spider should easily be conquered and killed by the kitty, but he was not cooperating. What a useless jerk.

The spider started to move up the side of the desk. I continued to cry out how gross the spider was and how big and icky. But I knew I had to take advantage of the spider being where it was. I picked up a box that was on the floor and while repeating “Ewwwwww! Ew, Ew, Ewww!!!!” I smushed the box against the spider and held it there. I hoped and prayed that the box had demolished the spider but I was still afraid to move the box on the off chance that it was an immortal spider and would retaliate against me. I took a deep breath and removed the box. The spider was dead. Hurrah!! I did it!!

Later on when FH came home I told him I needed a favor. I had done all the hard work killing the spider. It was up to him to wipe the spider guts off the side of my desk. He rolled his eyes at me, but indulged my craziness and removed all evidence of a dead spider off the side of my desk. Whew. I have to say, I’m proud that I killed the spider, but I sure as hell don’t want to have to do anything like that ever again.