These things I hate

• I am going to tell you the truth: I absolutely hate trash day. I hate pulling my stupid trash can to the curb, made even more difficult because in all honesty, I’m not really that much taller than the trash can. I hate walking through the wet grass that has just been mowed, so that when I get in the car, I have blades of grass stuck all over my cute shoes. I hate that my neighbor rarely pulls his trash can to the curb, and when he does, he just leaves it there forever until I get tired of seeing it and pull it back. I started pulling his trash can back to its rightful spot as a way to be nice, but now I’m kind of think he’s just taking advantage. Or clueless. Either is possible. I hate that some of my neighbors magically pull their trash cans back to their rightful spots beside or behind the condos almost immediately after the trash truck comes through, then seem to silently judge you if your trash can remains on the curb until that night when you get home from work. I. hate. trash. day.

• I hate when people make fun of the way you talk. I am from Missouri. I know I don’t always sound like Southerners (or Northerners, for that matter). I’m sure that I’ve gotten more southern sounding since I’ve lived in Nashville. But still, I think it’s rude and kind of mean to start joking about how someone says something differently than you or how his/her accent is different than yours, especially in social situations. Because all you’ve succeeded in doing is making the other person feel self-conscious and slightly stupid. And that’s just not cool.

• I hate those stickers proud parents put on their cars that are shaped like ballerinas or soccer balls and have their son or daughter’s names emblazoned on them. Weird thing to hate, huh? I just think that in this day and age, broadcasting your child’s name to the entire world might not be the best idea. I can just see some creepy, pervy guy using it as a way to get the kid to trust him or whatever. And it all turns into an episode of SVU after that. And while I know a lot of the stuff that happens on that show is based or inspired by real events, I rather wish it weren’t.

• I hate it when the radio station is giving away tickets no one wants. Case in point: they’re giving away Sugar Ray tickets today. Maybe in like 1996 I would have wanted to see Sugar Ray, but not really since then.

• I hate being disappointed by things you have no control over. Even worse are the things—projects, relationships, situations—you thought you understood, only later to discover you were wrong. Because besides feeling disappointed, hurt, and sad, you also feel stupid. And I hate feeling stupid. And I feel that way a lot of the time lately! 😉

• I hate speakerphone. OK, I understand its purpose and have used it on occasion. Maybe what I should say is that I hate the overuse of speakerphone. Because some fellow employees of mine on this floor use it ALL the time. And I’m tired of hearing conversations about financial stuff that makes no sense to me and the personal lives of some of my coworkers. Because I don’t need to know everything. Really, I don’t.

• I hate bluetooth head-sets and the people who wear them around so they can be on the phone constantly. I love cell phones. I talk on mine a lot. But I also realize that walking away from the phone is sometimes the best for your mental health. And what’s so important that you can’t stop talking on your bluetooth in Target? Or more specifically to my workplace, in the bathroom? Because sometimes, I don’t know if the person is talking to me or on the phone. And sometimes, I just don’t want to hear the conversation.

OK, enough whining for today. Today will be better than yesterday if I have to make it that way!