Seriously, it feels like it was just Saturday a day ago, where did Sunday go? I don't have much to say right now, mostly because I am only halfway through my first cup of coffee, but also because I must get ready and go to work soon. I have Spring Break from Pitt this week, so hopefully this will mean I have time to produce two book reviews this week. One is long over due for Gift by Andrea Buchanan, the other is for Water Witch by Juliet Dark, which I just finished last night. Since it is Monday, I feel compelled to whine a bit but I will camouflage my whinging under the guise of stock advisory. If you do not already have stock in an over the counter pharmaceutical company, I suggest you hurry out and buy some. 2013 has proven to me that this will be the year I divvy up a farily substantial portion of my paltry paycheck between CVS and Rite-Aid. I was sick most of January, when the plague was circling the Lancaster County area frequently. I was sick just two weeks ago with an unexpected but violent stomach bug (I prefer to call it gastrointestinal hellfire, I feel it is more descriptively accurate). Now it is March and I lost my one day off to a nasty head cold. I still feel like a ton of bricks hit me but cannot afford to miss another day of work so soon, especially since I need to make the money to buy all those damn tissues and OTC medications that will help make it possible for me to get through a day of work without curling up under my desk and telling people to head south in a hand-basket. Today's lucky beneficiary of my poor health will be Rite-Aid, since there is one across the street from my job. If you don't want to sink your money into a specific pharmacy, I am fond of Puff Plus tissues and will be buying many, many boxes of these soft tissues today. And that concludes today whinge session financial advisory session. Now go forth and kick Monday's ass.
Hey, how ya' doin'? It's Monday, so probably not so good. Me either. So with that in mind, I bring you a little installment I like to call Misanthropic Monday. In this blog segment, I will give you several rant worthy topics for you to stew on and to focus all that unwanted loathing toward. Having an outlet to pour all of that unfocused anger Monday mornings instill in us all will help you be a better person eventually (meh, it's a theory). So without further ado I give you rant number one; The System.
The system is not a person but it was created and damaged by people, so we can hate on it as the man made clusterf*@% it is. I don't bring this here for political reasons, because to me it does not matter what side of the fence you stand on, we all have to agree this system is not working the way it should be. I do not profess to have an answer for how to fix it, much less think that there is only one answer to solve the cluster we call our economy. And most importantly, I am not naive enough to believe it is an easy job to fix what is broken in our society. Today none of that matters because it is Misanthropic Monday and I can just be angry that the system is so broken that this is a reality without pointing fingers at the people I feel may be responsible for braking it more. If you cannot get on the train to hatin' on the system, perhaps these little reminders that not only are a fairly substantial size of our population poor, or hovering at poor's doorstep, but are also grossly uneducated in the ways of their beloved language, some willfully so and they are not too proud to show it. With that I bring you rant worthy topic two; The grammatically challenged and damn proud of it. So go ahead and seethe a little now so later in the day you can smile and nod at your fellow coworkers or customers. Granted I know Monday is almost over and this post would have been more appropriate to the beginning of your day. I would have posted this earlier in the day but you know, it's freakin' Monday!
