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Quik Stops:


Why is it that service people, when setting their schedule for me, never listen? Whenever I call and give a particular week, hell, even a particular month, that's most convenient for me, they start calling out days and times for every period but the one I've given them. "Could someone come next week?" "Okay, we have a time tomorrow between 8 and 10, how's that?" "No, next week. Anytime next week." "Will you be there Thursday between 8:30 and 11?" "Thursday next week?" "No, Thursday this week." "No, I keep asking about next week. Can anyone come NEXT week?" "Would you like someone to come next week?" "YES!" "Someone can come Friday between 11 and 2, how's that?" "Unless you mean Friday next week, it is a bad time." "Well, if not Friday, they can't come until next week." "Oh...! Well, okay, if you HAVE to..."
Ugh.
Many times I have contacted a plumber to install my garbage disposal. I've had it almost a year now - already halfway through its warranty. Each time one has come, he looks at what needs to be done, then tells me he won't be able to do the work that day. This is after I've informed the scheduler that I am not *replacing* an old disposal, but having one installed for the first time. This involves cutting up pipes and basically rearranging the whole underside of my sink. This I will not do on my own. I could bloody well replace an old one on my own, I'm fairly certain. So the reason I've had this job pending for over a year now is that, since I do not have a wife, I cannot afford to keep staying home to wait for the plumber to tell me he can't do the job that day. But enough about MY problems... >:-)

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Violence in the schools
Personally, I'm against it. Americans are masters of hyperbole, so I couldn't say for sure if school and office shootings are legitimately an epidemic, but they sure as hell happen more often than when I was a kid. As far as school violence goes, educators are now jumping all over any kid showing even the slightest hint of anger or lack of niceness. I'm not particularly thrilled with this sequence of events. Here's one bit of evidence against that. When I was a kid, and even when my older sisters were kids, this was a very popular schoolyard song:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule
We have marched into the office and have killed the principal
Our troops go marching on!

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
So I hid behind the door with a loaded .44
Now the teacher ain't a teacher no more

Okay... What we have here is an example of a song that would get me and my fellow students suspended before we finished the chorus. Perhaps even expelled. Then maybe we'd be forced to undergo intensive anger management training, which in my case, would probably piss me off so royally that I might actually become even angrier. But I digress.

On the other hand, I don't have kids and never will, so I don't know firsthand what the climate is like at schools these days. All I know is that I, while really enjoying songs like that, have never owned any firearms and don't plan on ever doing so. Kids today do own them and/or plan to. People blame everything: the breakdown of families and proper family values, violent video games, increasingly smaller attention spans, instant gratification nationwide, too much support and not enough discipline, etc. Interesting. With all due respect to my mother, this is the childhood I had: no father. A stepfather who abused my sisters (as in beating up) before Mom finally divorced him. An emotionally abusive older sister. No real moral or spiritual lessons that I can recall. Lots and lots of toys. A mother who dared to have a life outside of her four kids. Have we grown up to become spoiled, violent psychos who take out our aggressions on everyone and everything around us? Okay, maybe one of us turned out to be a complete loser, but 3 out of 4 ain't bad, and none of us have killed anyone.

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Am I the only one on the planet who cringes whenever I see the words "woman" and "women" used as adjectives? Women doctors, women lawyers, a woman dentist, a wo-- ENOUGH!! They're freakin' nouns! Nouns! The word "female" is the one to use as an adjective, just as the word "male" is used. Aside from The Man Show, where are the words "man" and "men" used as adjectives??

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Whenever I see pregnant women talking to each other, I want them to start bouncing their bellies together like sumo wrestlers. Is that wrong?

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Why am I surrounded by plain, and even unattractive, women who are engaged or married? I'M unattractive! What are they doing that I'm not? Do I have to go to Star Trek conventions or something, since that's where ugly people hang out (trust me, I speak from experience!)? I gave up on those things, doggonit! I don't want to go to Star Trek conventions to find a boyfriend!

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Expanding on the surrounded by engaged/married women thing, why is every other gal I pass in the hallways pregnant? Is there a baby boom going on I don't know about? Why do so many people want babies? Have they no concept of how wonderful it is to be child-free? What's the MATTER with these people??

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