Posts Categorized: Frustrations

Welcome to Meijer..? Or not.

Walked into Meijer after work today. I didn’t pay much attention on the way into the store, but usually I’m focused on whatever my trip purpose happens to be. In this case, a tasty soda. But that is no matter.

On the way out, however, I happened to notice the “greeter” of the day. Generally it is one of two or three different people that I recognize as being there ALL the time, and they generally say their own masterfully planned versions of “hello” or “goodbye” that I’ve heard a thousand times, and I pass by and am on my way.

Today it was not one of those textbook, lovable door people. It was an older woman. She had one of those short, old-lady, mushroom top style haircuts, and an awful scowl on her face like she was preparing to take somebody down if they tried to cross her. She was old lady Hitler.

Not only did she have this fowl look on her face, but she was maybe five feet tall. And pushing 90 pounds. Tiny, tiny Nazi lady. Standing with her arms crossed. Like she was a brick wall and you were about to make a swift, strong movement and bust through.

The entire way to the door she stared straight ahead, as if she were staring me down, but was careful not to make eye contact. Didn’t want to look TOO serious.

I still somehow expected to hear the usual “Have a nice day” or “Come back again” or whatever other insanely generic statement she could come up with… but I was sadly mistaken. She just continued to stare. Straight ahead. Not even budge. Or blink. So angry.

She was too mean, too all-powerful to even do her job. Or even crack a smile like it really wasn’t the end of the world, after all. And it made me so very frustrated.

I go to my job everyday, and do my job. Is it so difficult for everyone else to just do the same?

But either way, this little old tyrant woman is probably still standing there, finishing her shift as the “greeter” that doesn’t speak, and simply wants to destroy every human that walks through those magical electric doors.

This is Not the Complaint Department

People complain too much. That’s not to say that I never complain, because I do. In fact, I’m complaining right now about people who complain too much. Ironic, huh? Not really. Because this is a different form of complaint. (Really, it’s not the same.)

I do complain about things, but generally I try to within the confines of my home, or to my husband, and leave it at that. I’d rather not make a spectacle of myself to other people.

It is fine if people want to complain every day of their lives about their houses, jobs, lack of jobs, illnesses, bad days, school, etc. They can go right ahead. I just am tired of seeing the same people complain nonstop about ever little not-so-terrible thing that may happen to them. I have so many frustrating things that I have to deal with on a daily basis, but I don’t go around looking for sympathy from people, and don’t expect anyone to care, so why should I complain? Things could always be worse, yet it seems people choose the most minute things to go on about, and quite frankly it irks me to no end.

I wish people would not complain about things for sympathy from the rest of the world. So as for my complaining right now, it’s not for sympathy. It’s for the sheer enjoyment of complaining about people. People irritate me. But some people will never stop, so I just have to remind them that their daily occurrences are not as important as they are believed to be.

I know this is a bit of a downer post compared to my others, and it has been a while, but the madness has got to stop!

Must You Yell At Me?

Some people never grow up.

I get a little bit irritated when we try to ride our bikes down to the beach, and almost every time some lazy bum in their SUV decides to yell something out the window at us. Seriously? You’re driving, so you must be older than twelve, but you sure don’t act like it.

Not only is it immature, but it makes me want to hunt you down just to blow an air horn in your ear at an inopportune time. If for nothing else than to ruin your day.

I almost lost control on a bridge once because of people like this. Hence, I possibly could have died, but you know, it’s okay, for the sake of some poor soul’s laughter and enjoyment. If someone slashes their tires, it wasn’t me. Seriously, it wasn’t. But I might laugh.

And furthermore, should I apologize for trying to exercise and better myself, while you sad window-shouters just keep getting fatter to the point you can’t even fit in your car? I would feel no sympathy for you.

I’m going to enjoy my nice, warm days outside, enjoying the weather and taking a nice ride to the beach. You can go cry yourself to sleep because you haven’t exercised in three years and have never seen a bike.

Politically Peeved

I was going to try and write something creative or entertaining today, but I have recently become quite angered, and am no longer in the mood to do so.

I am becoming quite sick and tired of being misinterpreted with just about everything I try to say. Maybe I do not convey meanings well enough in my writing, or maybe people are just too quick to skim my writing and assume they read what is there, but somehow I seem to not be getting any of my points across.

I’ve been frustrated lately with all of the political crap going around, and how somehow politics gets brought up a lot into conversations where it does not necessarily belong. That isn’t even really the big problem.

Here’s the main problem:

I have no issues with people having differing viewpoints from my own. I base all of my opinions on what I see is actually going on, not on what someone’s “political party” is. A person’s party affiliation does not matter as much as whether or not you agree with what they stand for, or what they are trying to do for (or to) our country. I will fully accept anyone’s thoughts and opinions if they can explain to me why that is how they feel. If you have facts or logical ideas to back up what you say, then that is great. It is people that lack knowledge on what they are saying, or that give false information when stating their viewpoints that bother me. I just get frustrated when people put down something I believe in using false information to boost their own position. But if I were to say anything against what they believe, I would instantly get attacked for my thoughts.

This is why I generally avoid getting into any political conversations. I am generally the one with a differing viewpoint, and despite me being able to accept other people’s opinions, I feel like I am shot down for being the different one.

I never said anything for the past 8 years when people attacked and complained about the president that, in my eyes, really didn’t do anything wrong. He took the actions he believed necessary to protect our country. And just because he has an accent, and occasionally stumbled with words because his eyes weren’t glued to a teleprompter, does not mean he was a bumbling fool. He was a real person, with real thoughts and emotions. Not staged and fake.

And yet, whenever I say anything about my disapproval of the current president’s actions, or attempted actions, I am supposed to just sit back and be attacked.. How is that even remotely right? Am I supposed to apologize for being a patriotic person? Should I apologize for wanting to remain a free American, and not have to share what little “wealth” I have with people who contribute little to nothing to my country? I don’t think so.

I know plenty of people on the other side of the political spectrum from myself, and I would like to think they are my friends regardless. I don’t force my thoughts on anyone else, so it doesn’t become an issue.

I let everyone else have their opinions, so I should be allowed to have my own.