Sunday, December 23, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
I know both sides of the gun control debate will have arguments in light of the latest school shooting (on innocent CHILDREN!!!) and I know there will be many discussions on what can be done, but I think we can all agree, no matter what your stance, that something has to be done. I'll be honest in that I don't know what is best. More gun control? Arm teachers and other public workers? Police officers and metal detectors in every school? Better gun education? Changing the "gun culture" of the US? Now that the elections are decided, I hope--no, beg Congress to please have a discussion about what we can do as a country to eliminate these horrible and repulsive shooting sprees. Sign this petition to let your voice be heard: http://wh.gov/RNew
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Does this really need any explanation? Who likes inefficient airlines that put you off schedule and potentially cause you to miss connections? The answer is no one, and least of all me. I am currently waiting for a flight and every ~25 minutes they make an announcement that the flight is delayed another half hour (we're up to 1:30 now). Luckily we're on vacation with no further connections, and we're passing time at the bar. But really, I'd prefer to be at my final destination so I can drink a beer there.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
I hate checked bag fees. Yeah they're a rip off and annoy me for that reason, but actually, I hate them primarily because it means that everyone brings as much as they can as a carry on. This causes a huge back-up during boarding as people try to cram their too-large bags into the overhead bins. You have to wait in an excessively long and slow line in the jetway which is always either uncomfortably hot or cold, and you're lugging your heavy bag, and wishing you had just stayed seated in the waiting area. But, of course you couldn't do that because if you did, all the overhead bin space would be completely full, and like the other people who board toward the end, you'd have to check your bag at the gate despite that it is a normal size.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Every time a similar situation occurs, I think back to a previous roommate of mine who was trying to get her new wireless router to work with my ancient laptop. The computer was so slow and old that if it wasn't plugged in while I turned it on, the battery would be completely depleted from the effort. Anyway, my roomie was on the phone with tech support when the man on the other end of the line asked her to reboot my computer. After a few minutes, he said, "When it's back on, open the Control Panel" to which she replied, "It's not even done turning off yet." About 8 minutes of awkward chit chat ensued. When I got home several hours later my roommate let me know I should get a new laptop and that I owed her big time.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
I hate when people leave their shopping carts in inappropriate locations, which means every place except for in specified shopping cart storage zones. Here are some of the reasons why people don't follow this simple rule of society and my explanation of why those excuses are BS:
- "I'm in a rush." Oh, and the person who arrives at the store 20 minutes from now and can't park because your shopping cart is blocking a spot, isn't in a rush? That may be you next time, and let me tell you it is SO frustrating. Please, it takes maybe 20 seconds, if that, to return your shopping carts to where they belong.
- "I have children in the car." Lots of people have children, and lots of people still return their shopping carts. Don't you want to set a good example for them? Teach your children respect for other human beings, and do what is right. Don't be a lazy jerkface and don't raise lazy jerkface children. Put your cart back.
- "I put them on a curb so they're not in the way." That's like saying that you throw your trash on the ground but not in a location where people will really see it so it's totally okay. No, it's still littering. I don't understand why you would take extra time to move the cart out of the way, but refuse to bring it back to its rightful location.
- "It is someone's job to collect the carts so I'm helping them keep their job." Do you think that is someone's exclusive job, to collect carts? Doubtful. That person needs to stock shelves, straighten up the aisles, do inventory, etc. They are busy and don't need to trek outside in 20 degree rainy weather to collect your shopping cart because you used some lame excuse to justify your laziness. It's someone's job to give out tickets for running red lights, too. Maybe you should use your "logic" and start supporting the jobs of police officers.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Instead this post is about the other type of tailgating -- when people attempt the world's record for smallest distance between moving cars. Tailgating is dangerous and irritating. Sometimes I wish I had an electronic scrolling sign on the back of my car so I could program it to say things like "Please stop tailgating me." (It would also useful for "Turn off your brights" or "Your left blinker has been on for 4 miles.")
Tailgating always annoys me, but it angers me the most when I am 1) not in the left lane and 2) there is no one in the lane next to me. If I'm driving at or slightly over the speed limit, and I'm in the right-most lane, and no one is in the middle lane, why the &@%*^! are you riding my bumper?? Use your excessive need for speed, and go around me! The right lane is for the slow folks, and the lanes get progressively faster as you move to the left. Look, I hate a slow driver in the left lane, just like you do, which is why I'm not driving there! UGH just writing this post is making me angry!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Question #1: Are you using your body to propel you forward?
--If you answered no, you might be in a car or truck, or potentially on a motorcycle or vespa. You could be double parked while you run to grab a mocha latte from Starbucks. Or maybe you're a taxi driver and want to pull over to chat with your cabbie friends without getting out of your vehicle. Or perhaps you are on a moped and want to get around traffic. All of these would require you to be in the bike lane and thus should not be done. Motor vehicles do not belong in the bike lane, with the exception of when you are making turns. You actually should enter the bike lane when turning right, especially when stopped at a red light. This way any approaching cyclists can determine your intentions when approaching the intersection.
--If you answered yes, continue to Question #2.
Question #2: Are you on a bicycle?
--If you answered no, but yes to Question #1, you might be a pedestrian. You could be walking or running, but in either case, you're not on a bicycle. This means you should not be in the bike lane, since it was designed for people on bicycles. For some reason, many runners like to be in the bike lane, despite the presence of a sidewalk. This should not be done because as I said earlier, it is a bike lane, not a running lane. If you want to run on road surfaces, there are a lot of side streets that you can run on. Typically these side streets don't even have bike lanes so you won't be confused.
--If you answered yes, continue to Question #3.
Question #3: Are you obeying traffic laws?
--If you answered no, but yes to Questions #1 and #2, you are in fact on a bicycle, but you are riding illegally. You should immediately dismount your bike, and walk beside it on the sidewalk. Cyclists are required to ride with the flow of traffic, stop at red lights, yield to pedestrians and follow other traffic laws. And take off your freakin headphones because that is dangerous and it pisses me off when you can't hear me say, "On your left" and you get all freaked out when I pass you.
--If you answered yes to all three questions then CONGRATULATIONS!!! You are appropriately using the bike lane! Thank you!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
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I'm a guy with routines. If something comes along that breaks up one of my established routines, it takes extra brainpower on my part to keep everything in the original routine from falling out of place. One of my most frequent and engrained of these routines is how I get myself ready for work and out the door in the morning. Ready? Here it is: wake up, roll out of bed, shower, dry off, eat breakfast, make lunch, put on work clothes, brush my teeth, check that I have wallet/phone/keys/sunglasses (in that order), and boom, I'm out the door. Monday mornings I put on a pot of water to boil a week's worth of eggs as a mid-morning snack, and that comes in between roll out of bed and shower. Other than that, 5 days a week, 50 weeks a year (2 weeks of vacation when anything is possible), that's what my morning routine is.
Unfortunately during a recent shower I remembered that my softball league started that night and I hadn't packed my bag before going to bed. For the rest of my shower I was writing a mental checklist of all the things I needed to pack and where they were located around the apartment so I could be as efficient as possible. I made it through the first six and a half steps of the routine when I got sidetracked into looking for my cleats. "Are they in the front closet with the sports gear and jackets, or on the bottom of the shoe pile in my bedroom closet? Hmm, better check now before I forget!" So with my tie half knotted around my neck, I went in search of my cleats, glove, hat, and everything else on my mental list. Eventually I found everything I needed, threw it in a bag that no longer zippers shut, grabbed my pocket stuffers (keys, phone, etc.), and out the door I went, just in time to hear the USS Constitution cannon go off to signal 8am. KAAABOOOOM! I was on time.
About halfway to North Station it hit me - my mouth tasted awful and my teeth felt like they were
covered in a wooly mammoth hair. Twice I slowed my stride and debated whether or not I should turn
around to go home and brush my teeth, but twice I decided that since I was on time and already halfway to the T that I would just do it when I got to the office. Then I got mad that I had forgotten to brush them in the first place, that I had packed my softball bag instead of brushing my pearly whites, and now I was stuck with demon breath for nine T-stops and a quarter mile walk to my office. (Hopefully I didn't offend anyone on my train, and I consciously kept my mouth shut.) Worst of all, as I walked in the building I realized I didn't have a tooth brush in my desk drawer anymore. Crap. But wait, I do have Listerine! At least I can do an alcohol-fueled (21.6% by volume), scorched-earth style rinse and gargle before talking to my coworkers face to face.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
When someone posts online that they're on their way to some place amazing, you secretly wish that it rains the whole time. Don't deny it. You do. We all do. In the winter I like to check the weather and see if it's going to be uncharacteristically cold at the intended destination. I guess it's kind of mean, and I'm sorry, but I think it's just human nature.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
You might think it is targeting tourists, and trying to convince them they should move to Massachusetts. However, this particular sign is not located in an area frequented by tourists. It also seems unlikely that many visitors would be swayed by the bland slogan and generic image. "Honey, I know we really like living in Phoenix, and both of our families are there, and we have great jobs, but just look at that billboard." "Oh Darling, you're right. That sunset is simply deevine."
It also crossed by mind that maybe it's trying to get people to stay in Massachusetts. But again, it seems like a poorly chosen location. Is Brighton known for its high turnover? Do people take one look at the traffic down Washington St at rush hour and think, "Well that is IT. I'm moving to Vermont!" (this part is true--I say it all the time) and then drive one more block and say, "Oh actually, that sign says it's great to live and work here so on second thought, I'll stay." (That part is not true and seems highly unlikely.)
There are a lot of college students and recent grads in the area, because it's not too expensive in terms of rent. Is the MA government (or whoever is shelling out the dough for this monstrosity) trying to convince econ major frat boys to stay in town? Anyone at Faneuil Hall on a Saturday night will tell you there are enough of those here already. Can we please instead start an advertising campaign for people who won't start a sing-a-long on the drunk train?
Maybe it is designed to boost MA pride, to remind us all while we're sitting in Red Sox traffic that we're happy here. Or perhaps to brainwash us? "You will like living here. You will like working here."
In conclusion, I think it's stupid dumb and should be replaced with a photo of Ryan Lochte. That would definitely improve the traffic delay.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
There is something about the top of an escalator that makes people want to stop. Maybe it's the transition from being moved to having to propel yourself again, or potentially the change in altitude causes some people to become disorientated, or the change in scenery becomes overwhelming. I don't know what it is, but people (especially those traveling in groups) tend to stop right at the top of the escalator and just form a clump of people. Do they not realize that other people also use escalators and are also being carried to the top and are also going to want to get off the moving staircase and that by standing right at the top of the escalator they are impeding progress and potentially endangering the lives of all other escalator users!??!?!? Okay, perhaps I'm being a touch dramatic, but serious injuries do happen on escalators including amputation of digits. In fact there is a whole foundation dedicated to educating people on how to ride escalators safely and I'm pretty sure moving clear upon exiting is an essential part of the experience.
A similar phenomenon occurs in doorways. For example, after a movie ends people will congregate immediately outside the door to the theater, obstructing the main exit. Although not as dangerous as blocking an escalator, I suppose there is still an opportunity to be trampled. Mainly I hate it because it's just plain inefficient and I really really hate inefficiency (see here and here and here, and many others). The movie is over, my bladder is full, and you are in my way having a conversation with your friend about how you can't believe you ate the whole box of Jujubes. Instead of blocking the door, why don't you start working off those candy calories and move out of the way. And while you're on your way out, consider taking the stairs. I don't want to get stuck behind you on the escalator. I know your type.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
There are other bad realizations to have, like remembering something that's been on the stove for too long and is now burned onto the pot. Or that you forgot to call your grandmother on her birthday, or that you accidentally sent an email to someone you should not have, or that you have a dentist appointment in 30 minutes. All of these things have happened to me, and it's usually a random moment of sudden clarity instantly followed by horror, shame and/or panic. Why is it that I can remember lyrics to a song I haven't heard in 8 years, but I can't remember to take the rice pilaf off the stove?
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Conversations with other cyclists revealed that this is actually a somewhat common phenomenon, but I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. Better because I'm not alone in this experience, but worse because it's likely to happen again.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
- Unmixed Cereal- When you get to the bottom of the cereal box and all the marshmallows or dried strawberries are gone and you just have the boring stuff left. Or potentially when your spouse/roommate/child eats all the fun stuff.
- Berets- I didn't think too much of this, to be honest, because berets never bothered me. And then I saw an older gentleman wearing a beret walking around Boston and I realized how terrible and pompous he looked. If you're a man, unless you're in the military or wearing one for a Halloween costume, it's probably wise to stay away from berets.
- Having to Walk All The Way Around the Grocery Store to Find a Bag for Your Produce- This definitely should not happen. So annoying when you have 3 apples in your hand and go to reach for a little plastic bag and all the rolls nearby are empty. I have bruised many an apple in this fashion. Yeah yeah I suppose I could plan ahead and get a plastic bag before picking up some apples, but somedays I just can't spare that much brain power.
- Packing- Whether you're going away for one night or moving across the country, packing sucks. Between forgetting something important, or losing something along the way (like when I moved before grad school and lost one rain boot somehow) or just having to fit all your possessions in as few boxes as possible, it's a dreaded experience.
- Home Depot- I always get lost at Home Depot and I wind up angry and wondering why I ever came. I can almost never find what I need, which is usually a store employee to help me. I know I'm not the only one who hates going to Home Depot, and I do know a lot of people who actually enjoy it (masochists, the lot of 'em).
- No Toilet Paper in the Stall- Usually more of a problem for females, but also for males in certain situations. This is irritating at all times, but the absolute worst is when someone comes out of the stall and sees you walk in, and doesn't think to say, "Oh that one is out of toilet paper, just FYI."
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I actually found a 43 page paper and subsequent economics PhD dissertation that describes the financial incentives for doing this (I'll save you some time and summarize: commercial timing discourages channel changing and advertisements are more likely to be heard). I guess I understand why it happens, but that doesn't mean I don't hate it. I guess there's always NPR...
Monday, June 18, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
In other news yesterday I saw two college kids attempt to bring a couch onto the train (not at rush hour). That was hilarious and they did not get far.
UPDATE 6/15/12: Large loud (especially drunk) groups on airplanes. UUUGGGGH.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
I remember a long time ago, back when everyone's email addresses ended "@aol.com" an email went around with funny things you can do in elevators. They included things like bringing a chair and sitting in the elevator reading a book or smiling widely at everyone and proclaiming, "I'm wearing new socks!" Sometimes when I'm in one of these awkward moments I remember this email and wonder if that would help break the tension.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
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Everyday my wife and I take the train from our home in the South Shore to South Station. The ~40 min trip on the commuter rail is a breeze compared to driving (trust me we've done it a number of times and the Train is always faster and cheaper!). The train is full of working professionals, heading into the city to start their day. Ages and educational backgrounds vary, but pretty much everybody on the train is an adult. Few people act like one.
The train cars are set up with a two seater, aisle, and a three seater. So that means 5 people should be able to sit in each row. Wrong. For some reason people don't like to be the one stuck in the middle (I get it). But when the train is packed, I really don't care about you not wanting to cozy up to your train mate. Move over three seaters are made for three. What bugs me is the attitude people give you when you ask them to move over. They look at you like, "really you want to sit three people in a seat that was designed only for three?" Well yes, as a matter of fact I do. I'd rather sit with you, than stand needlessly while you cross your legs and have a nice place to put your coffee. Move the F over.
Now, once the initial rude request has been made, 'Excuse me would you mind if I take a seat", and the rolling of the eyes, "Awwwww I can't believe he wants to sit here" is complete, then comes the most strange behavior. Instead of sliding in, the person on the outside gets up, stops the flow of people into the train, grabs their bag and motions for me to sit in the middle. Well ok fine! I get it, I do. Nobody likes to be monkey in the middle, but when you slow down the boarding of the train just so you can have 3 extra inches of elbow room.... grow up, move over, and let the efficiency of public transportation shine.
So that's a normal day on the train. Sometimes, I share a seat with somebody who is SO important, that they need to work on their laptop on the train. But sometimes I sit next to even more important folks than these people. These ultra elites have a 3G card plugged into their USB port, and a folder of materials they need to review as the update their spreadsheets and ppts. And they do not like having a buddy to sit next to on the train. The thing I hate about these people is that they think, because of their fancy job title, and demanding schedule that they deserve the extra seat for their $400 briefcase, and their SBUX coffee to sit while they type away. When I ask to sit next to them, I get this look that says, "Can't you see I'm working here, and I have a tie on! I'm important and I need 2 seats. You should stand." Well I have news for you. Public transportation is the great equalizer, and everyone is the same on a PUBLIC train. Move over and give me a seat. Please.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
I appreciate that you email me when someone new comments on my blog. It happens so rarely* that it's a nice surprise when it happens. I like to respond to the comments so people know I'm listening and to encourage more commenting. However, as soon as I reply to a comment, you, Blogger, email me to let me know I commented. DUH! Can't you see that the Google profiles are the same?? I do not need an email letting me know what I just did. Thanks for nothing.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
A three and a half year old recently told me I wasn't a grown up "because [I'm] not done growing yet" so perhaps this is one of those things I am just not ready for. Also here's hoping the toddler is right and that I have a few more inches left to grow. 5'5" here I come!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Rubbernecking is not only irritating for everyone involved, it is also responsible for its fare share of accidents, exacerbating the problem. Here's some free advice (you're welcome). When you're in the car, look at the road. Pay attention to the drivers around you. Do not look at your cell phone, or the passing trees, or an accident on the other side of the road. Focus on driving, and driving alone, and it will keep you and those around you safe, and create less hassle for me. I mean... for everyone. Cause you're all important, too.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
One time my TJs was so crowded and such a cluster-you-know-what that upon entering a departing customer wished me good luck. And I needed it. I understand that stores get crowded near holidays, and on weekend afternoons as people stock up for the week, but this Trader Joe's seems to be insane most of the time. It's difficult to navigate the aisles full of shopping carts, the lines wrap around the store, and the free samples disappear within seconds.
If you are brave and patient enough to visit this Trader Joe's when it's busy--so, anytime, really--under no circumstances should you drive. Both of their parking lots are completely full at nearly all occasions. I didn't see this happen but an employee got pinned between two cars when someone was trying to get into the parking lot. There is even a dedicated traffic director in the main lot and I'm not kidding when I estimate there are only around 30 spots. It is not a large parking lot, hence the problem.
Before you think I'm getting all down on your beloved TJs, remember how much I love it as well. Their vegetable gyoza, the already-sliced watermellon, the frozen palak paneer dish and their roasted unsalted almonds fill my kitchen and my stomach. I just don't like my grocery shopping to be a full-contact sport.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
The other day I was at the grocery store and needed to return a movie to Redbox, plus pick one up I had reserved at home. There was a line, starting with a couple at the machine searching through every movie, debating what they wanted. Fortunately they turned around at one point and said, "Whoa, there's a big line! Why don't you go ahead if you already know what you want." Finally it was my turn and as I was swiping my credit card to pick up my rental, the couple said, "You can book them online?" Then an older woman (probably in her 60s) who had joined the line said, "Even I know that!"
So for any of you out there that use Redbox, here is a simple guideline for how to use it properly: 1. Before you leave the house go to Redbox.com or download the Redbox app on your smartphone. 2. Look for the closest Redbox to your location. 3. Search for a movie you want from the comfort of your couch. 4. Book said movie(s) with your credit card. 5. Go to actual Redbox, touch the button that says "Redbox.com Pickup" and swipe your credit card. 6. Get movie and leave store in less than 2 minutes, without holding up any line. If you get to the Redbox, and you encounter people searching through every movie, feel free to educate them about the joys of reserving movies at home. Slowly we can spread the word and reduce the lines at Redbox, and thus make the world a better and less hateful place.
Monday, April 2, 2012
I was traveling a few weeks ago, as you may have been able to tell from my recent posts. Since I had many hours to waste in airports and on airplanes, I read the Hunger Games trilogy. The books were incredible, by the way. In the first book there is a character named Rue, a 12-year old girl, who befriends main character Katniss. I don't want to give away too much, but you as the reader are supposed to (and do) fall in love with Rue. Unless you've been living under a rock, you also know that the Hunger Games movie just opened in theaters about a week ago. Apparently, when fans went to see the movie, they were surprised that several of the characters, including Rue, are played by Black actors. I have to admit I also missed the two lines in the book that reference Rue's and another character's skin tones. But some movie goers weren't just surprised--they were appalled. In fact, they publicly admitted that they no longer liked Rue.
Since I'm not a writer, or a philosopher or an ethicist and certainly not a specialist on "-isms", I'm not going to make this a long treatise on equality in America and beyond. I simply want to force you to think about how despite portrayal as a country based on freedom, the American society is biased. Women still make less money than men in the same jobs. Minorities are stereotyped constantly in the news and by the public. In this video from ABC news, a White actor, a Black actor, and a White actress all pretend to be stealing a bike in the same area. A camera crew secretly captures the responses of the public. If the results of this short experiment aren't proof that racism is prolific in this country, I don't know what is. Other examples include racial steering in housing, discriminatory mortgage lending, harsher punishments for students of color than white students who commit the same offenses, and racial bias in hiring practices.
Most of this is not overt hatred, and not the typical images that the words "racism" and "sexism" bring to mind, but that's what all those examples are. Just because it's not intentional, doesn't mean it's not racism. What I'm trying to say is I hate hate, and I'm writing this post to bring awareness to the issue. The more people thinking about and discussing the problem, the more likely it will be fixed.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Is there anything worse than waiting for your bags to appear on the baggage claim? The suspense while you wait to figure out if your clothes and toiletrees made it, or if you're going to have to spend the next day and a half in your plane clothes with grimy teeth?
Woohoo there's my suitcase! Phew...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I'm no teacher, and I may get flack from teachers for this post, but I'm here to tell you that there ARE stupid questions. Maybe not in elementary and middle school, but at some point (let's say, if you're working towards an advanced degree) there do become stupid questions. I've asked them, too, so don't be ashamed. Like the time I asked if an X-linked disease could be responsible for symptoms seen in a father and son pair. "Well, no," the genetics professor explained, "because fathers do not pass their X chromosomes to their sons." Or even outside of school I often say dumb things. For example, I was running along a path by a creek that was lined with a 6 inch barrier made of rolled hay. I turned to my running companion and said, "Do you think that's to keep geese out of the creek?" [awkward pause] "The geese could probably fly over it." "Right. Duh."
What I'm trying to say, is that even though stupid questions really annoy me, what annoys me more is people denying that stupid questions exist. I think it's okay when you're young, in the spirit of encouraging engagement in education, but we really need to start acknowledging the presence of stupid questions. If you're 25 years old, and at a seminar about a computer program, and you ask, "How did you close that window?" and the answer is "The X at the top of the window" that is a stupid question. Let's all recognize it, and move on.
Monday, March 12, 2012
If you buy the green bananas, you can't enjoy your bananas for 4-5 more days. I love to eat a banana before I exercise (not in public though), since they are each to digest and contain lots of good things, but if there are only green bananas, I have to wait. But then, all of a sudden at the end of the week you have like 6 ripe bananas that you have to eat all day long to avoid wasting them, or you have to invite all your friends over for a banana-eating party, or you have to make 4 loaves of banana bread, or freeze the bananas for smoothies, or future use in banana bread. It's a panic-inducing time to say the least.
However, the other situation isn't much better. If you show up to find only yellow bananas, you can't have bananas later in the week, or you have to make a second grocery store run later in the week to buy more bananas, but then you risk showing up and only finding green bananas! It's so stressful! Why are all the bananas the same?? Can't they stagger their shipments or something so there is good banana variety? I hate it!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I take public transportation in the mornings to get to school. It's great because I can zone out while reading a book, or listening to NPR podcasts or potentially scrambling to read something required for an early class. Because of where my stop is on the line, the train is fairly crowded by the time I get on. Sometimes I physically can't even get on the train. It's irritating, to say the least, but the WORST is when the train is only 75% full but you can't get on because people refuse to move back into the train to let new people on.
Look, I know it's a pain to move. You finally found a good holding place where people aren't jabbing you in the arm with giant backpacks so you don't want to give that up. I've been there, too. But I've also been the person stuck in the cold, windy rain, running late for a meeting and desperate to get on the train. And don't pretend you can't hear the announcements to "Move all the way in" or can't see the people stuck outside. Please, be courteous and move all the way into the train so that others can get on. Someday, it will be you on the other side of the closing doors.
I'm not sure if it makes me feel better or worse that this problem isn't unique to the Boston subway system. Melissa, the inspiration for this post, lives on the west coast and complained about buses. I'm not sure if it's a problem in Japan but they have people whose profession is getting people to move into the train. It seems to be a an innate human condition.
The next time you are taking public transportation, be it a bus, or a train or just one of those airport shuttles that travels between terminals, please remember this post. Be considerate to those boarding after you and move all the way in. Because if it's me stuck on the platform, you can be sure I'll be thinking how much I hate you.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
A similar incidence happened a few months ago when they stopped selling my favorite brand of vegetarian chicken. I was devastated. I put that stuff in salads, on sandwiches, in pasta, on the side with quinoa and veggies... Not to mention the Cranberry and Goat Cheese-stuffed "chick'n" cutlet. Absolutely amazing. Needless to say I was really sad when they stopped carrying it because it means an additional trip to a different grocery store for my chick'n fix. Today I noticed some of the products have been returned to the freezer section, and they had the audacity to label them as "New Product!" WTF??! It's not new! It's something you carried and bailed on and then brought back! Such liars. Hopefully my veggie hot dogs won't disappear any time soon. They disappeared two years ago (due to the manufacturer) and just came back. I don't know what I'll do if they leave me again! What would I have for breakfast???
Thursday, February 23, 2012
This cartoon might explain it:
Before you send an email, think to yourself, "Would omission of the information conveyed in this email significantly alter the recipient's life?" Also important to ask: "Is this information duplicated elsewhere that is easily accessible to the recipient?" Additional criterion: "Will I see the recipient in 5 seconds and ask them the same question, thus negating the necessity of this email?"
With the ease of sending emails from computers and phones, it is easy to quickly send an email that really has no purpose, is redundant, or is not pertinent to all recipients. Remember that we're all busy people and would rather not spend precious seconds every day to delete pointless emails. Please, spare us all.