4 posts tagged “&:o(”
. . . even if they're NAME BRAND. --- like Ever-Ready (or "Never Ready" in this case. . .)
I wanted to take pictures with my digital camera at Deniro's birfday party this past sunday. I know my camera goes through batteries quickly, so when I saw Ever-Ready batteries at Dollar Tree that were 4 for $1.00, I bought 2 packs --- "just to be safe." ( "woo hoo! great deal!" I thought happily to my little self...)
So sunday at the beginning of the party, I put 2 BRAND NEW batteries in my wonderful little camera.
I took one picture: fine.
I took the second picture: fine at first, and then the warning on the screen: Warning: Your Battery Is Exhausted".
Yeah, battery --- aren't we all. But that's besides the point. I'm thinking "maybe it was just one bad battery" so I take out the BRAND NEW batteries and pop 2 different BRAND NEW batteries in.
I take the third picture: fine.
I take the fourth picture: fine, but it takes a looooong time to be ready again.
I take the fifth picture: it takes it, but then the warning pops up again: Warning: Your Battery Is Exhausted.
Eff you, you stinking dollar-store batteries.
I pop in the last 2 BRAND NEW BATTERIES that I thought to bring with me.
I get 2 more pictures before the freakin' warning shows up again.
Then me, Sarah and Jim get out our cell phones and start taking pictures with them instead.
That night, my camera couldn't even turn on to let me look at the 7 pictures that I took with 3 sets of BRAND NEW batteries earlier --- I had to put the last 2 BRAND NEW batteries in to do that.
So --- long story short (I know --- too late) --- DON'T EVER EVERY BUY DOLLAR STORE BATTERIES, EVEN IF THEY'RE NAME-BRAND.
I'm low on money & gas until pay day.
I put my last $5.00 in my Hyundai this morning so I can get to and from work today and part of tomorrow.
1 and 1/4 gallons is what $5.00 bought me this morning.
1 and 1/4 fricking gallons.
$3.89 a gallon for Regular.
1 and 1/4 effing gallons.
&:o(
I am preparing to give you notice that I will be terminating my part-time employment here as soon as possible.
That's the short polite version and I'm being courteous & professional enough to tell you in that manner. If you need further explanation, it probably suffices to say:
1. You are obviously not satisfied with my work performance here.
2. I can't stand working here any longer. I can't stand having to deal with you and your unrealistic expectations & demands any longer; and --- you suck.
I have started looking for a different BETTER part-time job and will give you proper notice & an official date of my final day to be worked, either:
A. when I am accepted for employment by someone else, OR
B. when I realize that even if I'm NOT yet accepted for employment by someone else, your crappy minimum wage paying slave position is totally not worth my being miserable & exhausted & stressed out over, OR
C. the next time that you are there on the premises for my entire shift the entire weekend, specifically to breath down my neck and watch my every move and boss me around and run me ragged and treat me like some kind of mindless worthless lazy know-nothing who has to be shocked with a cattle-prod to do all the things you think she should be doing when you think she should be doing them, instead of the conscientious sincere dependable employee that I am:
Whichever scenerio happens first.
Good Luck finding someone you'll actually be happy with --- you'll need it, bitch.
Crankypants' posts regarding uncluttering her masses of stuff, both at home & at work, made me remember MY past uncluttering missions.
I have ALWAYS been a Saver. I come from a long line of Savers.
My father's father ( my Poppop ) was a * Saver Extraordinaire *. My grandparents lived their entire married life in a 3 story house that had a chicken coop & a 2 story barn on the property. My Poppop was a shop teacher & a carpenter. He was always * doing stuff * around the house, and he always saved stuff just in case he'd need it to DO something with. When both of my grandparents were older & couldn't live on their own any longer, they moved into an assisted living home together. My mom & dad & aunts & uncles were left the daunting task of packing their stuff & moving it, cleaning out the property & buildings and dispensing with it properly. The barn evidently was the most challenging part of all of this --- 2 stories of STUFF that was saved JUST IN CASE my Poppop needed it. There was the usual furniture, tools, etc. There was ALSO case after case FULL of stuff there's absolutely no good reason for saving - things like the springs from inside pens that you clicked to make the point come out when it was time to write --- my Poppop had HUNDREDS of these little springs...just in case... sitting on shelves FULL of other similar stuff...just in case...
I'm not QUITE that bad.
I've managed to save my fair share, though, over the past 52 years.
I was moving alot the past couple of years. I didn't have much help moving - plus I'm older & not in the best of shape - plus I was working alot. So each time I'd move, I ended up throwing stuff out, or giving stuff away, or selling it. I got my clutter down to what I thought was a manageable amount that way.
Now that things have calmed down in my life though, I'm finding that there are some things that I really wish that I hadn't gotten rid of. Alot of it is stuff that seemed pretty unimportant at the time --- but now, my brain's thinking a little bit differently, and I'm sad that I let some of it go.
The weekly "newspaper" that my 1st/2nd grade teacher put out for our class --- "The Weekly Peanut" --- had news of our little class & included stories that we wrote & pictures we drew. It had news about things like "Hugh had his tonsils removed last week" and "Heather's mommom came to visit last week" --- Important stuff like that... &:o) I wish I had saved those now because it was a nice reminder of a simpler time in my life --- and my kids (who are all parents themselves now) would have gotten a kick out of reading them, too.
All of the cards that my parents received because I was born --- baby shower cards & baby congrats cards --- all very dated & old-fashioned looking, all brimming with excitement & happiness because baby YGRS was on the way or finally here!
Some decorative pillow covers that my dad had sent home to my mom when he was stationed at an Army base during WWII --- one of them with a lovely sentiment about "My Loving Wife" silkscreened on it. It was silky & had fringe around it.
Old postcards that my Poppop had collected as souvenirs of their travels and holidays - thick old browned paper with illustrations of deserts & highways with roadside attractions & ocean resorts & historic events.
My scrapbooks from when I was growing up --- with newspaper clippings of me & all of my G.S. adventures --- even a picture of 3-year-old me when I won the local easter egg contest for my age group and there I am posing for the local newspaper photographer with the giant bunnywabbit that I had won.
My highschool YEARBOOKS fer jeebus' sake!!!
Yes, just shoot me now and put me out of my misery...
WHY I ever got rid of THIS kind of stuff is a mystery to ME, too...
If I had been using my half of a brain, I would have gotten a reasonably-sized rubbermaid container & kept stuff like this stored there --- packed away in a corner somewhere, but still in my possession.
There are even pieces of FURNITURE that were too big to move with me, or so it seemed, that I would LOVE to have back now...(the old trunk that my mom had found in an antique store up in the Poconos which I refinished...) (the wood chest that my Poppop had made that would be PERFECT now for storing my sweaters...)
Yes...somebody just please shoot me now...
&:o(
So I guess that the one valuable thing that I've learned about * Uncluttering * is: Don't just impulsively CHUCK everything willy-nilly, thinking that "this is worthless/old/useless/stupid/juvenile/whatever and I'll never need or want it" --- Really think about whether or not it's important for ANY reason (big or small) that you should maybe keep it --- and then find a way to keep it that's convenient and safe, just in case...
I WAS lucky enough to never have the heart to get rid of the following picture: There was a picture that my grandparents had in their house that I always loved. It's a wonderful framed & matted print of 5 kittycatter babiez on top of an antique bureau, and they're all using one of their senses to explore - one baby is listening to the tick-tock of an old Victorian clock --- another baby is feeling something soft, etc. --- it's called Five Senses and is by H.G. Plumb. My grandmother got the picture when she was a teenager, which puts it back at approximately 1880-ish. In one of my moves, I had no place to store anything, minimal space to move to and I was SUPER low on cash --- so I had actually toyed with the notion of selling this picture.
Thank WHOEVER IS IN CHARGE HERE that I kept it...
I love this picture. &:o)
