I’m getting up there in age.
Though I look much younger (heh, heh, heh) I will actually be of
retirement age next year. Wowzers! I don’t plan on retiring, I love my job and
since I’m doing a job share, I only work 2 days one week and 3 days the next
with many an option of picking up extra shifts if I so choose. But this is kind of off topic a bit so I’m
trying to get back on.
A couple of signs of old age which not much is talked about
is facial hair. Ugh! Yes, I have more and more hair growing on my
chinny chin, chin. I’ve been plucking on
a regular basis but the number of hairs are growing and the plucking hurting
more. I think I’m going to have to take
more drastic measure and have them waxed.
I’ve had it done a couple of times and it hurts – but at least it’s a
hurt all at once like ripping off a bandaid.
It’s been a while since I’ve plucked and I took a look this
morning. Wither way I’m in a whole world
of hurt in getting rid of those damn things.
I worked on the weekend and always stop at McDonalds to pick
up a coffee. But I was really in the
mood for a honey dip donut on the weekend so I stopped at Tim Hortons. Now I’m not a fan of their coffee and much
prefer Micky D’s – but that donut was calling my name. Much to my dismay when I got to the order
window, they were out of honey dip donuts.
So I went with my second choice, chocolate dip too. And thus began one of my rare complaints.
THP = Tim Horton’s Person
THP: “Sorry, we don’t have any chocolate donuts either.”
Me: “What do you mean you don’t have either honey dip or
chocolate donuts. You are a DONUT
place. By the very nature of your name
you should have donuts. It’s not even
noon yet (the shift I worked was 12 to 8).
How can it be you don’t have any left?”
THP: “Sorry, it’s been very busy.”
(I knew he wasn’t really sorry, I could tell by the tone of
his voice)
Me: I’ll just have a coffee then.” (I said disgruntedly)
When I got to the pick up window and still disgruntled, I really
let him have it – will both barrels
Me: “You know I really don’t like your coffee, I much prefer
your competitors but the only reason I came here was for the donut and you don’t
have them. I won’t be coming back here.”
THG: Again I’m sorry m’am
That because I bet he noticed my chin hairs and figured I
was old, thus making it ok to call me m’am.
The story has a happy ending though.
When I whined and bitched my no donut story, one of my coworkers picked
one up for me the next day.
Speaking of getting old, along with the chin hairs, my hair
is getting grayer and grayer, not that anyone really knows this as I pay quite
a bit of money to keep that gray right out of my hair. But I’ve recently decided to embrace the gray
and for a couple of sessions I’ve had blond highlights added to my faux red
hair. And I’m actually quite liking
it. And before I get rid of them, a
number of my chin hairs are coming in gray too.
Has anyone else been bothered more and more that some of the
great songs of the 80’s are being used in television commercials? This is a trend that is really getting on my
last nerve. Car commercials are the
worst. There’s a new one that uses the
song Wicked Games by Chris Isaak. Mind
you it’s a different singer singing it, but still. But I think smoke may have started coming out
my ears when I saw a commercial for Arby’s and they used the song Holding out
for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler. Whenever the
word hero comes up, the )*%$# advertisers mute it and say Arby’s. Like Holding out for a Arby’s.
NO. Just no, no, no,
no. This is wrong on so many
levels. This is probably one of my favourite
80’s song and they are ruining it. It’s
iconic. Even the video, which I posted a
long time ago is iconic for it’s bad videoness.
To use it for a fast food commercial hurts
me.
I’m a rare bird in that when I buy a book, I get annoyed if
there is another book after and I don’t know there is one. I like to keep track of how far I am in a
book and if there are 2 or 3 included after the original book and I don’t know
it, I’m completely thrown off in my counting.
I don’t like to read big books.
That’s one of the issues I have with Diana Gabladon books, too long. So if I’m reading along and notice I’m only
15% or so done, I hmf.
I don’t want to
read a long book. I lose attention and
don’t give the book the attention it needs.
And then of course skipping to the end is a lot more difficult since the
end of said book is actually in the middle somewhere.
Now having said this, I just bought a book where this is
exactly the case. But I know in advance
it contains more books. Plus the cover
model is hot and even in my mid-sixties I’m all about the shallow.
Well, that’s it for my etc for now.
‘til later
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