7 posts tagged “rant”

Start: I got up this morning and went to clean my eye glasses and the frame came apart and one lens fell on the floor. I had to locate my old pair of glasses and go and wait for the Eye Glass Shop to open. A screw had fallen out apparently...so there, proof, I am a screw loose.

Middle : I had my return visit to the dermatologist. I had to strip down to panties and bra in front of a man not much older than my nephew. Luckily I had put on the good black underwear - the floozy underwear as my MIL would call it. He instantly saw dollar signs and the private school education of his eldest child taken care of all the way through to university. I have to have a mole and a lump removed next Wednesday...really looking forward to that, yeah. Back and arm. Dr said that I have a high possibility of skin cancer...got to love those aussie childhoods.

FD the private school education fund

AS we all know that this is the same doctor who charged me for telling me that he couldn't see me last visit, so you wont be surprised that this visit he sat and dictated his letter to my family doctor via a recorder while I sat in front of him, WAITING FOR HIM TO TELL ME WHAT WAS WRONG! Yep I had to sit there and wait while he used all this medical jargon in front of me, while I wondered what the hell was wrong...He expects me to visit annually after this...I think that is enough time to go on the waiting list of another specialist don't you? He had the bedside manner of a stalk of celery (and apologes to the celery).

Finish: The printer ran out of ink just as I was printing out the readings I needed for class tomorrow...and the shops are shut and I have an 8 am class.

Life is grand...

MR FD heads north

Mr FD arrived home tired but healthy from his trip. He was home long enough to allow me to wash his clothes, and for him to open his mail, and wonder where all the money is going (I didn't enlighten him at all) before heading off to North Queensland for the week.

On the way to the airport he was delayed due to a traffic accident creating traffic delays and so arrived 1 MINUTE late for his JETSTAR flight book in time. I exaggerate not, his watch clearly showed it was 1 MINUTE passed the sign in time and so JETSTAR refused to let him board the flight. So instead of leaving at midday, he left at 10.40 PM - and it was a two hour flight. Of course they also charged him a large rebooking fee. How come they don't pay us money when they hold us up at airports?

I think JETSTAR has found itself a nice little way to make extra money in the recession. They aren't a great airline to start with and their staff are always so rude. They charge for everything, so much so that we have been waiting for them to charge for the air that you breath on their flights...maybe they do already. I wouldn't be surprised.

Between the ages of 45 and 55 women on average can expect to gain at least 5.5 kg.

I am just over the 50 mark…. And statistically speaking I should have only gained an extra 2.75 kg by now

I must be in the advanced class…

Ask me to help find your eye glasses one more time and you wont need them again.

 Ever.

When did the smiley face J get to be the acceptable form of being passive aggressive on line ? I have noticed people using it when they are afraid to say what they really want to say, or if they do say what they mean but don’t want to declare out right war,  and so dress up their “message”  with a smiley at the end. As though that makes it sweeter to accept and you wont come gunning for them if the use J . Not in my world, I am going to seek you out and ask you to stand by your smiley. Smiley free zone.

Parent of the week and Driver of the week are awarded to the same person this week. To “LEE” that I followed all the way to work, who almost sideswiped two cars in the lane next to her as she held her cigarette in her right hand and sent a text message with her left. What really tipped the aware in her favour though was the fact that her child was sitting in the front seat beside her and did not appear to have any seat belt on (it’s the LAW, hunney)  and while LEE faced the open car window when she inhaled on her cigarette, she exhaled into the face of her child as they drove along. Mother of the Year Award also in the mail.

Bozo IT excelled today in the high degree of attention to which they applied to all critical IT problems – and there were many. Not only did most of our issues go unattended, but those few that they did fix soon had their wheels off shortly afterwards.  I gave up after 2 hours and started reading the paper at my desk and then went onto updating my resume as there was nothing that I could. MegaBitch and MegaMegaBoss have both gone to ground, so not a lot of motivation for the IT consultant to do much for us …I think we are in the too hard basket and let the new owners fix it up. In the meantime a lot of innocent stakeholders are going to be let down. Note to self – stop caring.

Ok – 3 negatives in a row, got to balance it with a positive….um…what’s positive in my life? Oh, gee, let me think.1. I walked to the post office (because my computer wouldn’t work) and the sun on my back felt so warm and comfy I could have curled up like a little cat. 2.  Mr FD and I have got our tax documents together to send to our accountant…in the year in which it is due! Usually we are handing it in just before the May cutoff for businesses before the June 30 financial year over. Big plus, might even get a slight refund. Biggest plus is mosre for Mr FD in that I wont nag him about it for the next 8 months. 3. I found an interesting job to apply for – with more money. So will be cranking up the job application process. There not all bad is it…hhhmmmm.

Back to the negatives. Daughters had a great weekend in Melbourne. Everything was wonderful. They did have a taxi driver refuse to take them in his cab as where they wanted to go was only 5 blocks away. He said they could walk. This is the second time this has happened to Daughter 2 (first time in Brisbane) and she calls a taxi not because she is lazy but because she doesn’t know where the destination is and expects the taxi guy to know. However, they appear to have an issue about short fares – since when do they have the right? One tried this on Mr FD some time ago and he got a blast about “tough luck, mate, you next fare my be huge but for this one you are taking me where I want to go”.  I think it is particularly loathsome to say it to young women who are more vulnerable. Daughter 1 said her sister looked as though she was going to rip out the throat of the taxi driver, but only just contained herself (yes, she does take after someone we all know and love, doesn’t she!)  They did walk. Next we get the name and permit number and a complaint goes in to the cab company. If we have to work for a $1.98 a hour, so can he!

Are any other Australians tired of the puns made about swimmer Stephanie Rice’s surname made once she won a gold medal. ‘The Best RICE in China” etc. PLEEEAAASSSE, get a life, media people. And those creeps sending her all those heorgrams/texts that say “gee you  look hot in your swimsuit”. They should add “ and I am a misogynistic idiot”.  Give the girl the respect she deserves! Isn’t the bike riding just edge of your seat stuff though– for hours upon hours, upon hours? It brings out the dark side and you start to wish for someone to fall off their bike and for a 10 rider stack up, just for some excitement and to wake you up from your trance. Not belittling their effort one little bit…it is just not thrilling television.

OK. Ok, a positive. Mr FD is going on another trip next week – away Sunday to Friday. So that is 5 solo sleeps in the big bed. This is sort of half and half. He returns late Friday night – and of course we have to be up with the chickens to make his allocated vacation mileage the first day. Mr FD doesn’t like to get up with the chickens. He always says he will, but he doesn’t. So first day of vacation may be a bit prickly. Who wants to guess on how many miles we cover before we start snapping at each other? I don’t think we will make it out of the garage. I am taking the Friday off, so I get the joy of filling the car , and also packing the car…but that could be a plus as I wont have to tell him how to do it correctly…it will be done to my specifications. I will of course deny hearing all the bumps and slides emerging from the boot as we make it on down the highway. I will not tolerate criticism. Off with his head…well, maybe not his head…some little body part he doesn’t need all that much  (no cracks about his man brain!)

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The movie marathon continued today and we finished with License to Wed with Robin Williams/Mandy More. Laughter, happy ending so it met the criteria. I did notice though that her career was being a florist. Of course it was her own business, modern woman that she was, but she was a florist. In some other movie she was a chef.

Has anyone else noticed that in recent movies the women all have jobs like florist or chef? An outsourcing of the domestic. In the 1980s and 1990s all the women in movies seemed to be either some high flying executive, or a lawyer, or a journalist. Something corporate and very professional. Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, of course owned her own bookshop, but that is a maternal roll as she is the keeper of the literary canon so to speak. Preserving the culture.

What is happening here? Is this our message or Hollywood's? Is it an effort to reinforce the glass ceiling, put the little woman back into the domestic, or is it our choice, merely a sign of the time? Art imitating reality?

To me, it is a bit like the Yummy Mummy label. Where did that come from? What about Yummy Daddy? Or Delicious Daddy or whatever. Why does he get left off the hook when not only does she have to be responsible for the production of a new life, but heck she should keep her figure and every hair in place at the same time. PLEASE!

Is that the sign of this decade - cup caking baking young women? And why are we all acting as though making a cup cake and whacking a mass produced sugar flower on the top is an art form and something we need to coo over? My second cooking lesson in home economics class was cup cakes [or patty cakes, as we called them way back then]. No magic, just basic butter cake.

So, are we being sent back to the domestic, or are we choosing the domestic? Or are we having a foot either side? I just hope we aren't going back to the bad old days when I remember an aunt's in-laws  judging her by the height and lightness of her sponge cake. She had a mental break down at 40 after raising 5 children (including a set of twins which gave her 5 children in 5 years!) because she couldn't maintain the sponge standard and took to preaching  someone's word on street corners for a year or two. Is the end of feminism nigh? 

Let them cook their own cupcakes, I have a life to live!