Monday, 16 June 2008

It would rot your socks….

Any colour - so long as it's black. --Henry Ford

Well, it would rot your socks…no really…I have been stuffing around with a website. I got it to the way I wanted it and when I went to preview it there was a dark grey border on the right hand side which meant all info was shifted to the left and basically it looked bloody stupid. I emailed the support area of the particular company. They were as useful as the proverbial tits on a bull. "Try another template." Ah no, I want that one. "Well accept the grey border." Bollocks I would. "Well that's just how that template words." I checked all their other templates - or the ones I would accept - they were all the same - all crap. Because I had stuffed around with it for so long, I decided enough was enough and I requested cancellation. Isn’t it amazing how helpful people suddenly become when it comes down to dollars and cents? Nope, I said, stick your belated customer in your ear - just cancel the service. "But we want you to remain as a customer." You should have thought about that when I needed help. No one cancels apparently - ever. Nice - I am the first - makes we feel all warm and fuzzy and yes, I am getting my money back. Toy with me? I think not.

He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” -- Winston Churchill

There is a woman at work that just loathes me. I mean there is downright hatred on her eyes. She sneers, she glowers and I am worried that the wind change and she’ll stay that way for good. I think she’s want to intimidate me. That’s as likely to happen as the World Health Organization announcing that chocolate and ice cream should not be considered food staples and that everyone must immediately eat their quota a day to stop getting sick. I ain’t going to happen – the WHO or me being intimidated. I can’t see why she loathes me so…I am so incredibly sweet natured. She is almost wild with glee if she thinks I have done something wrong then pissed as hell when
she realizes I haven’t. I feel bad for her because it seems important to her that she proves me wrong. Weird, strange little woman. Though I guess if she is hating me than she is leaving some other bugger alone – maybe someone who would bow down to the dingbat. Have you ever struck someone who has despised you like that? I, naturally, go out of my way to be incredibly nice to her because I sense it drives her nuts and that gives me joy so all is not lost . I think maybe her problem is that for all my half arsed ways at work I get the job done and I am competent and having someone who is her equal - or let’s face it better than her - pisses her off. To me, work is just work and if you want to be queen of the office - go ahead honey - wear the crown. I don’t want it. Rest assured if I did, it would be mine.

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish -- Anita Brookner

I got told today by someone I was 'selfish' because I would not do something they wanted me to do. I won’t go into what it was but to do what they requested would have compromised my principles. Hence the reason they called me selfish. I would not act as they required. Recently someone else called my 'selfish' via email. Actually they called me a bunch of things and I called them a bunch of things too – it was one of those cyber hair pulling emails. So there it is - it appears I am viewed as selfish. I'll accept that tag if it means I look after myself and what’s
important to me. I am the only protection I have and can rely on. Naturally I don’t want to see myself hurt and in danger. Doesn’t that make sense to you? It does to me. I find it funny that the minute you cannot help someone who expects you will or you have in the past, they call you selfish. What does that say about them if they are guided by getting what they want? Does that mean they are self interested - ipso facto selfish? Funny when the boot is on the other foot isn’t it? So yeah, call me selfish, call me whatever you damn well want…I'll still be me and I like me. The opinions of people who do not know me or I do not care for mean nothing to me. Why let them affect you? Do you let it? What do you get called? Or you thick skinned?

Take the selfishness quiz
here if you are wondering if you are or aren’t.

“Don’t spit on my cupcake and tell me it’s frosting.”--

Is it just me of have you noticed the world is going cupcake crazy? These little miniature cakes, with amazingly bright icing/frosting, that were once seen as all the best kids parties are now being bought and eaten by adults. What’s that about? Are we reverting back to our childhood when little cakes were a treat and that being child like we were safe and free and without responsibility? Or is someone – and I believe there is a Fad Guru out there – sitting back, laughing at how easily manipulated people are and somehow cashing on this latest phase? And why the hell do we get so caught up in phases anyway? Why do we need to be fashionable? Can’t we just be however we want? I don’t get it…I probably never will.

The pictures on the blog are about everyday men. I put the fantasy guys on yesterday but these men are the ones we see everyday, are friends with, are in love with or we laugh with. I think that beats six-pack abs any day.
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?


barbara huffert said...

Yes please, I'd like an everyday man.

I'm sitting here, chuckling because I used to work with someone like that only he was my boss. Every time he thought he got to me I would go sit in his office and chat after giving him some legitimate information. Drove him nuts.

You mean you have to redo the whole website somewhere else? How pukeable!

Sandra Cox said...

I agree with Barbara. Pukeable.
Love the pics by the way. Give me an everyday hero any day:)

Anny Cook said...

I love the pic with the little boy following the men. I think every office has a person who needs to "know" everything. I inadvertently stepped on someone's toes in the last office I worked in. She was smart enough to make me pay for that eventually. But I have to say... it took her 12 years to maneuver it.

Give me real men every time.

Mona Risk said...

AJ I opened your web and went WOW. I love that red background. Different, stunning. And I like the cowboy picture the most, nice manly butt. It's good to be back. Missed you, guys.

Katie Reus said...

I took your selfish quiz and apparently I am too. Maybe it's b/c I don't want to adopt 20 kids??

Regina Carlysle said...

I like the REAL men. They don't have to have six pack abs just be honest, funny, intelligent and REAL.

Okay. I took the test. I'm NOT selfish. Welllll...sometimes but not most of the time.

When someone treats me like that you-know-what from work, I try to decide whether to smack her silly or do the "nice treatment". I think nice confuses them nicely.