Tuesday, May 14, 2013

When Blogs End With No Warning

I follow a few blogs online (mostly food but others, too) and every so often I stumble upon a new one that has ended for absolutely no reason. I'm sure the blogger just got busy and forgot to write, and then all of a sudden it had been 3 years. But I just wish the person would come back and say "yeah this ain't gonna happen again so give up."

I'm not about to say that, but I am here to let you know that I'm going on hiatus. I am going to be working in a medical setting for the foreseeable future. I don't want anyone who sees this blog to think I may have written about a patient or a patient's family (and also I will have very little free time). So for the time being, you will have to go somewhere else for your dose of complaining. I hope I'll be back, but I really want to play it safe for now.

Thanks for listening and laughing!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Red Onion Aftermath

As a vegetarian, sandwich options are a bit limited for me. They are usually just veggies and cheese and maybe some hummus, and that can get boring. A common addition is red onions, which are tasty and add a nice zing to the meal. However, for the rest of the day I feel like I have terrible breath, and also my hands smell like onions. I chew gum, and brush my teeth and drink a ton of water and wash my hands but it takes forever to go away. For that reason I really dislike eating raw red onions.

UPDATE: You can SOAK red onions in ice water for 10-15 minutes before using and that removes a lot of the bite and harshness from them. I'm cooking this recipe tonight and I'm using that trick. Hope it works or the rest of the night will be horrible.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

When People Park and Leave Half a Spot

(Thanks to Allison for the idea for this post.)

I try not to drive in the city, mostly because no one in Boston knows how to drive, but also because there is usually no place to park. It is therefore so extraordinarily frustrating when you think you find a great parking spot but there is a car parked such that there are two half-spaces surrounding it. Yeah yeah, they could have been parked normally and then the cars around them moved and were replaced by smaller vehicles, so now it looks like they don't know how to park. But in reality, you know that's not what happened. They just decided it wasn't worth letting someone else find a parking spot. Sometimes, I see a person parked between two driveways, and if they just picked one side or the other, two cars could fit, but they chose not to. It's like these people have no idea that other humans exist in the world, and that some of them like to park their cars.

This phenomenon is not just relegated to parallel parking on the street. Sometimes I will see a car straddling the line in a parking lot, stealing two spots, or even three. Are you really in that much of a rush that you can't manage to stick with convention and park between the lines? Or do you really think your 2001 Ford Taurus needs a buffer on both sides to prevent damage? (Hint: It doesn't. It's already a POS.)

The people behind YouParkLikeAnAsshole.com understand my plight. They provide notes you can print out and leave on cars that are not parked appropriately. But if you get caught you may get beat up, which is why I am just complaining to you.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Pool at Hotel but You Didn't Pack a Bathing Suit

I was away for business last week for two nights. As I checked into the hotel, the receptionist informed me that there was a pool on the 12th floor. WHAT!!! Why did you not tell me this sooner, like before I left home? I hadn't packed a bathing suit, of course, owing to the fact that it was approximately 34 degrees and snowing out. I wasn't about to buy one just for a dip, but had I known it would have been lovely. I guess I should have known to double check the website, as this has actually happened to me before. When will I learn??

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Burrito Physics

I'm currently eating a store-bought burrito for breakfast. Spare time is not something I have a ton of at the moment, so please reserve judgment. Also, it's delicious. (Thank you, Amy!)  

Anyway, I'm thoroughly enjoying my non-breakfast burrito except that I am having difficulty with burrito physics. You know what I'm talking about. It's when all the filling works its way to the bottom of the burrito and starts to drip all over your hands and plate. I know this is one of those things that I can't change, but it annoys me anyway. I am eating while typing and I have to keep wiping my hands after every bite. Plus, I've had a few bites with hardly any filling, which is obviously the whole point of eating a burrito in the first place. If I wanted to eat a tortilla I would just just eat one plain from the fridge. Maybe there are more experienced burrito-eaters who do not have this problem, but it's something I cannot prevent.

Also, if "burrito eating" is a metaphor for something nasty in Urban Dictionary that is totally unintentional but might make this post extra hilarious. I'm too lazy/busy to check.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Advertised Gas Station is 3 Miles from the Exit

It is convenient that highways let you know what amenities are available at the next exit. This is especially important when you are running low on gas. Usually on long trips you want to avoid stopping as much as possible, so stations that are close to the highway are ideal and expected. It really annoys me when you see a sign advertising a gas station at the next exit, only to find that it's not immediately off the exit. Oh no. You keep driving and driving... and finally you discover this gas station is actually 3 miles down the road. I'm sorry, what?!? That is not acceptable!!!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Extra Noises on a Conference Call, Especially Breathing

I don't much like conference calls with a ton of people on them. 4 or 5, sure you can figure it out, but with 20+ people it is chaos or complete silence excepting the person in charge. I know they are a necessary evil but it's like no one knows what to do. One of the worst things is when people don't have their phones muted and you can hear them talking to a friend, walking through a wind tunnel, or breathing into the speaker like it's an oxygen mask. WTF people. Especially the breathing, what is up with that? It is weird and creepy and totally distracting. I was on a call a few weeks ago and I could hardly pay attention. I kept imaging Darth Vader on the call. "Luke... I'm on an important call."

FYI:
Breathe = (verb) to inhale
Breath = (noun) an inhalation
eg. Remember to breathe by taking a deep breath.

People mess those up a lot and it's dumb. Stop doing that.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Grocery Store on a Sunday Night

The grocery store on a Sunday night is a horrifying place. First of all, most of the produce is gone, so that you are left to choose between one semi-rotted red pepper and one semi-rotted yellow pepper. The cilantro you hoped to buy for a delicious meal later that week? Only scraps of leaves can be located on the bottom of the shelf. Secondly, everything that was on sale is gone. Don't bother to get your hopes up because the cheese you wanted is sold out. Third, the place is a disaster zone, like everyone ran through and uprooted boxes of cereal on their way to the cheese section. You can forget about finding a plastic bag for those bruised apples; those are all missing in action. The floors are dirty, the shelves are disorganized, and shopping carts litter the parking lot. Also, somehow the store is still crowded, even though there is hardly any food left. It's just a bunch of people wandering the aisles hoping they hid the avocados somewhere between the rice pilaf and Uncle Ben's. 

I usually try to food shop Sunday mornings, because it is peaceful, empty and the shelves are full. But sometimes I am out of town, or I have to work early on the weekend (that will probably be another post someday) or I'm trying to get laundry done before everyone else does (another popular Sunday activity). Somehow, I always know the store is going to get me angry, and yet I can't help going back. This is two weekends in a row. Shame on me.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

When You're Running Late and There is Traffic

In this case, actually, I was running late this morning and the subway is experiencing delays due to a disabled train. So now I'm really really late which makes me so stressed out. The same thing goes for traffic though, and that's probably more applicable to my (tiny) blog audience. It seems like when you're late you always miss the lights, get cut off, or get stuck behind someone who goes 2mph through the toll booth. It's probably just a heightened awareness of these things, as they likely happen with the same frequency when you're not in a rush, but it still seems like the world is personally attacking you.