The little things...

It’s the type of day where spelling my own name is a challenge. I’ll blame gravity, maybe karma, or better yet – global warming for my inability to perform simple tasks, because most people blame “climate change” for everything.

That being said, the gravitational pull of the universe has a couple things in my world off axis and here they are – in no particular order.

My mailbox – every day I come home my mailbox is hanging open. Every. Single. Day. I have come to the conclusion my mail carrier is obviously the weakest human being on the planet because I manage to close it every evening. This was my first thought, until I actually made eye contact with my mail carrier. This woman makes me look like a lil’ nugget which puts my second theory into play – she’s just flat lazy.

The trash dude – this guy is the epitome of lazy. He will not get out of his truck for anything – seriously, I watched as this guy knocked a can over and drove off. It knocked over because he missed the mark with the robotic grabber arm. All I could do was stand there and say “and that’s what my $50 pays for. Perfect.”

Neighbors – I don’t ask for much in a rental, but a parking spot not on the street would be nice (which I normally have). Seven out of 10 times I come home and see a random pimped out Escalade, Honda or Ford in my parking space as the neighbors are obviously entertaining. My guests park on the street – where they should park because THEY DON’T LIVE THERE! Instead, I wade through a foot of snow as I get to my door – open it – and smell what can only be described as authentic, and feel my walls vibrate because nine children are screaming during their game of tag.

Customer service – I should know better going to el Wal-Mart-o that my expectations of customer service should be low. However, when I’m shopping for pasta and a worker says “excuse me, I need to…” and points to the shelf as they wheel the box over and start stocking a shelf – it ticks me off. Really, I just got asked to move so they could stock a shelf? Well, I guess I should be happy they said excuse me – in English. Oh, and Verizon Wireless – worst experience of my life – I can’t even blog about it because I’d probably go to jail. Note to corporate – is there not a test or some sort of screening process before you hire? How about asking employees to shut off their tunes as they wait on me – that’s right, girl was rocking out with her head phones in as she was trying to get me set up with a new phone.

You can’t fix ignorant, and you can’t make it up.