I brake for what?

Nothing. Nothing gives me a bigger rash on the freeway than using your brakes. Normally a foot off the gas pedal is all you need. Just a little, not much. Keeping a safe distance. Yesterday while driving home from work over the Bay Bridge the car in front of me kept throwing on the brakes. When I see the brake lights I am now extra cautious as I think that brake lights mean a sudden and sharp slow down ahead, but when you do it every minute or so I'm suddenly not just singing along to the song but super focused on driving. Irritation followed by lane change, followed by speeding up to go around, followed by a harsh glare to the right as I pass. The guy was flossing with 2 hands. That's right. Flossing while driving on one serious bridge in heavy traffic.

Bio Break?

Where did it come from and why are people using this term? What was wrong with just taking a break?

Would I be fired?

For leaving a muzzle on the chair of a coworker that is the loudest person I've ever encountered and says "You go girl" so often that I've thought about taking a daily count just to amuse myself?

Every Man For Himself

On the way into Starbuck's this week there was a woman heading out with one arm in a sling and the other hand carrying a coffee. I held the door open for her and another man that was in front of her. As I was waiting for them to exit, another woman charged around me from behind, through the door I was holding, and right up to the counter, leaving the rest of us looking at each other in stunned silence. If looks could kill does not begin to describe the look on my face as I made my way to the counter. As I came up behind the woman, she turned around and said "You go ahead, you were here first". There just might be hope yet.

Seen on Saturday at Borders in Emeryville

A woman walking out of the store reading the last page of the new Harry Potter Book. Are you kidding me? How many hours have you wasted just to cheat? She should have saved her money and just read it in the book store. I don't see the point of sitting there and reading the whole book if you already know the end. So lame.

Pointless Waste of Time

So I was going off recently about how I only seem to find out about shows at the Paramount Theater in Oakland after the fact. Usually after it's sold our or it's the day of the show. Christina thought I was lame because there had to be an email list or something. She actually even sent the link to me. So this morning while checking all the music venue calendars in the area I remembered about the Paramount and actually clicked on the button that said sign up for alerts. After spending a few minutes typing all of my info in it sends me back a red alert. Apparently I already have an account? Oh, right, I did buy tickets once. After having my password emailed to me I went in to see what my profile actually had. Guess what? I've been signed up for the notices this whole time! I'd say it's working out really well and that's why I have heard about all the shows and spent money there.

Any old bandwagon will do

It finally happened yesterday. While walking by someone's desk at work I overheard the words "have you heard about the secret?" My head whipped around to see who was talking to who and then pretended not to be listening. I only managed to hear the part about how it was a book before I was out of ear shot. What is wrong with people? No, I don't want to know. I used to work with someone who was into self help books and she was a nightmare. I'll stick with my meaningless trashy magazines and Regis and Kelly, thanks.