Yes, that is RANT with all caps. Today started out fine, but it’s only mid-afternoon and I find myself irritated beyond measure. Let’s start at the beginning.
Scott and I were out sky-watching last night from 10 till almost 2. It was balmy out and the sky was pretty clear. Lots of meteors, though not the biggie they said we might experience. Not unless that happened after 2 AM. I found myself falling asleep a lot, for short spurts. So when it was nearly 2 AM that seemed a good point to call it a night. Of course at 7 AM this morning, I still had to get up to feed the babies and then dole out eggfood in the birdroom to anyone with kids. I did go back to bed after, and slept till 9 when Scott decided it was time to start his day. A quick shower and I was ready to get going. So far so good.
While I was tending the birds, my mind was wandering as it usually does. Remember, my best blogs are written then – in my mind. Unfortunately those brilliant blogs rarely make it to the screen. Anyway, this morning was a cage-cleaning day, and at one point a seed found it’s way into my shoe, and this was what set off my mental blog which was all about the things that annoy us. The seed in the shoe was the start of my wandering thoughts, because I cannot stand anything in my shoe. A grain of sand or a tiny seed – either one will drive me insane until I remove it. Scott says it’s the Princess and the Pea all over again, and I guess it’s true. So that set my mind off on the tangent of things that annoy.
What else drives me nuts? Someone bringing a dish or a cup to the sink and leaving it there. If you’ve already brought it that far, take the extra minute and wash the damn thing and stick it in the strainer. Perhaps if I had a dishwasher this one wouldn’t irritate. The fact is, if you’ve already made the effort of bringing something to the sink, though, how tough is it to take that lousy minute to wash it? Especially when you know it irritates someone else?
I had a friend years ago that once went on a rant about people not pushing the chairs in at her table. Drove her insane! You can bet that when I visited I made damn sure to push my chair back in after getting up from the table! I always thought that was weird, but as I was thinking about that this morning I realized all my chairs were pushed in at the table. If people started leaving them out maybe I’d be irked, too.
I had to make a quick trip out today, which in itself is an oxymoron. There is no such thing as a quick trip from here, since it takes a bit to get anywhere. But anyway, on my trip I again started thinking about things that irritate. What brought that back up? The traffic! So many irritating things there, let’s just pick a couple.
How about the person that drives 40 mph in the 50 mph zone and will not pull over to let me by? Impossible to pass this time of year, with all the flatlanders up, but you could certainly pull over. You’re obviously not in a hurry, so PULL OVER.
And this same person often will continue going 40 mph even after the speed limit changes to 35 mph. “Steady as she goes” must be their watchword in life.
Bicyclists!?! Oh my word. Do you WANT to die? MOVE OVER. If there is a breakdown lane, why are you in the travel lane? If there is a breakdown lane, why are you ON THE LINE? I have no interest in dying soon, so if I was on a bike I’d be over to the right as far as possible. Even if you are a spandex monkey with a helmet, you will probably not win in a collision with a car. Move. Over.
OK, so the traffic got me irritated. No doubt. The 90-plus degrees didn’t help. Even with AC blasting and Jim Morrison blaring, it was still an irritating ride. So it didn’t help when yesterday’s irritations, that I thought were behind me, resurfaced.
One, Amazon.com. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE Amazon. Usually. But when they do screw up, holy moly. What a disaster it can be. Those of us of a certain age know the saying “too many cooks spoil the stew” – or maybe it’s broth? – either way, too many customer service reps and none seem to know what the others are doing, even when you explain the situation over and over. So they had combined two of my orders a month or so ago, and shipped them together. Except what I got in the package bore no resemblance to either item ordered. I emailed, explained the situation. They said one item was from a third party so that one they cancelled and refunded. I reordered. The other was from amazon directly so they resent the item. I asked if they would send me a paid return address label to return the wrong items. No need. Keep them, or dispose of them, we don’t want to inconvenience you further. OK, cool. The items came and all was well.
Fast forward to yesterday. I get an email from customer service that I have not sent them back the items and will be charged. I email back and give them the whole spiel including copy and pastes of all pertinent info. Today they apologize all over themselves. I will not be charged, sorry, blah blah blah. Great. Until I then receive another email saying they have sent the item I am missing! ARRGHH. I am not missing a thing! I write back, explain yet again that all is good.. or WAS good. Oh well, item is on the way. They tell me to keep it, then a paragraph later tell me to just not accept it or mail it back! Now I’m pissed. I don’t need more crap to do that shouldn’t be necessary. One scathing email later and I’m still steaming.
And the final aggravation comes from the homeowner’s insurance company. We have done an inspection (oh really? news to me, who rarely leaves home) and find you are underinsured and should be insured for $325,500! Really???? Why don’t you write us a check for $300k and you can move right in. And as further aggravation, they want info on my dog, and have the nerve to say that no matter what, THREE DOGS is unacceptable risk no matter what. I used to have four poms that would do no more than lick you to death, and they would not have insured us??? So that prompted another email that made the last one seem like a holiday greeting.
I’m done. Usually I’m pretty happy. Some things just set me off. Now it’s time to feed some babies. Time to take a few deep breaths, because birds feed off our emotions. They don’t need to deal with Crazy Mama. So, deep breaths, happy thoughts…