Some Things That Make Me Angry
- When people enter the line at the Post Office, pass you while you are pre-filling out your Express Mail envelope [because 1) you have been there before and know what to do or 2) you are not an idiot and can read the directions on the HUGE poster on the wall] and then are told by the cashier to go back, get an envelope, fill it out and then come back *without waiting in line again*. I mean really, that just makes me burn. Here I am, filling out my forms and these old biddies, who probably are *NOT* out on their lunch break anyway, but still cut on me in line and then expect to just come back in whenever? I don’t think so. [By the way, I consider myself to have been IN LINE the entire time I was filling out the paperwork. Just so you know, and can share in my sense of indignation and righteous outrage.]
- People who refuse to wait in line to exit or merge on the Interstate. Instead, these cool people speed ahead in the neighboring lane, then turn on their blinkers at the last second and jerk right in front of some unsuspecting, rules-of-the-road-abiding individual. I hate them. Hate, hate, hate.
- Snot-nosed shits at music festivals. Not just the kind Beau was talking about, and not just the young ones. Birmingham’s City Stages ran into some weather troubles on Sunday night [coincidentally, the very night that MR and I were volunteering at the main gate], and the festival was shut down due to thunderstorms. We asked everyone to leave, and then spent the next several hours getting yelled at, almost run over, yada, yada, yada. As one other volunteer asked, “Why should I fuck off? The rain is not my fault.” Sigh.
And here are the results of week one of Weight Watchers. I am pleased that I lost weight, although I am disappointed in the amount. I guess the wedding rehearsal dinner, reception, and post party, not to mention the crap we ate at City Stages did some damage. [And, this week I came straight from work, wearing a suit, whereas last week I had time to go home and change into shorts and a t-shirt...laugh if you will, but clothes add to it. I've watched folks remove many layers before stepping on the scales at these meetings...]
Weigh In: 221.2 lbs. -1.4 lbs.
So - lost weight is good. Cutting in line is bad. Losing more weight will be better. Right now work is very busy. Gotta run.
