Not The Favorite
Monday, November 22, 2010
The Definition of Insanity
How many times can we keep having this same conversation before you decide to change your behaviour and do your part? Just because you don't mind living in filth, doesn't mean I want to. I am sick and tired of asking/nagging/clucking for you to do the jobs around the house that are your chores to do.
Don't tell me you didn't have time to clean up the mess in the kitchen YOU MADE. It took me less than 5 minutes to clean up that counter and livingroom, while you sat down to check your message boards. And you still didn't get up to help, when I called you out on it. Thanks for that.
When you make the mess, you clean it up. And don't try to make me feel bad about getting mad when you don't do your share. If you did your part, I wouldn't get pissed off and yell and write angry blog posts like this one. And the worst part is that no doubt, we'll have this same argument next week.
I do more around our house than I would EVER ask you to do. You never have to ask me to do laundry, clean up the kitchen, the bedrooms, the bathroom and livingroom because I'm already on top of it.
I just wish I didn't have to do all of it myself.
Don't tell me you didn't have time to clean up the mess in the kitchen YOU MADE. It took me less than 5 minutes to clean up that counter and livingroom, while you sat down to check your message boards. And you still didn't get up to help, when I called you out on it. Thanks for that.
When you make the mess, you clean it up. And don't try to make me feel bad about getting mad when you don't do your share. If you did your part, I wouldn't get pissed off and yell and write angry blog posts like this one. And the worst part is that no doubt, we'll have this same argument next week.
I do more around our house than I would EVER ask you to do. You never have to ask me to do laundry, clean up the kitchen, the bedrooms, the bathroom and livingroom because I'm already on top of it.
I just wish I didn't have to do all of it myself.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Fire the Newb
We get catering quite often for meetings at work and more frequently than not, we get it from Edwina’s. It’s pretty standard stuff, no complaints about the food.
The help however… Yesterday when they came to pick up the dishes, there was a new girl. I do not care for this FNG.
Normally they just come in, get the stuff and leave. Quickly and quietly. This new girl was neither of those things. When I took them through the back hallway to the kitchen, the FNG walked right past me and was leading the way. She’s never been here before but apparently she knew the way better than me… A few guys were in the kitchen talking business and she just flew in and interrupted. There was some salad left in the bowl and instead of just taking the dish (like they usually do), she tried to empty it into the worlds most poorly designed garbage can. Which lead to the garbage can lid being covered in salad. Dumbass…
THEN she asks where the rest of the dishes were and since they were in the meeting room with the meeting still in session, I told her as much. She asked me if I could interrupt them. Seriously. Uh, no. I told her to come back tomorrow.
Cue today. She comes in for the rest of the dishes and when I take her back to the kitchen, she steps on my foot. She then proceeds to slam the door coming in AND out of the kitchen . Did I mention that the door has a HUGE sign on both sides that reads “Please close door gently.” I guess this poor girl can’t read. Aww, sad face :(
*FNG: Fucking New Girl (or Guy)
The help however… Yesterday when they came to pick up the dishes, there was a new girl. I do not care for this FNG.
Normally they just come in, get the stuff and leave. Quickly and quietly. This new girl was neither of those things. When I took them through the back hallway to the kitchen, the FNG walked right past me and was leading the way. She’s never been here before but apparently she knew the way better than me… A few guys were in the kitchen talking business and she just flew in and interrupted. There was some salad left in the bowl and instead of just taking the dish (like they usually do), she tried to empty it into the worlds most poorly designed garbage can. Which lead to the garbage can lid being covered in salad. Dumbass…
THEN she asks where the rest of the dishes were and since they were in the meeting room with the meeting still in session, I told her as much. She asked me if I could interrupt them. Seriously. Uh, no. I told her to come back tomorrow.
Cue today. She comes in for the rest of the dishes and when I take her back to the kitchen, she steps on my foot. She then proceeds to slam the door coming in AND out of the kitchen . Did I mention that the door has a HUGE sign on both sides that reads “Please close door gently.” I guess this poor girl can’t read. Aww, sad face :(
*FNG: Fucking New Girl (or Guy)
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