Crap That I'm Sick of...
Because there's crap...then there's crap that I'm sick of
1. "Do They Know It's Christmas:" Can one applaud the sentiment, but really dislike the implementation? Have you ever listened to the lyrics of this godawful song? Some of the more egregious examples: "Where nothing ever grows/No rain or falling snow;" "Here's to them underneath the burning sun;" and my all time favorite, Bono songs: "Well tonight thank god it's them instead of you." My friend Mariann and I talk about how awful and condescending this song is every year. Thank you 1980s for giving us a self-righteous Christmas carol.
2. Job hunting during the holidays: Last week, my colleagues and I received our rejection letters from the company taking over our program. They all said the same thing about our "impressive qualifications." What they didn't say is that none of us would fit in their company (except the one who has accepted a job there). Verbal Jazz also had one the top five worst interviews this week, sandwiched between two fairly good interviews.
3. No, really, go ahead and run me over: This morning a gentleman in a BMW nearly ran me over in a crosswalk in front of the Massachusetts State House in which I had the "Walk" signal. He immediately looked apologetic but I yelled at him, anyway: "Do you see that? [pointing at the red light] Do you see that?" He had, what I would assume to be his daughter in the car with him. When getting prepared to barrel through a red light, ask yourself: would you want your daughter to see you running over pedestrians? This runs corollary to the seven or eight cars that blew by me as I waited to step into a crosswalk (no light) on my run last night.
4. One ring to rule them all: My wedding band is one very loose ring. It doesn't want to stay on my finger and often can be removed without any hesitation at the knuckle. Yesterday the ring flew off my finger when I got on the commuter train. I quickly retrieved it and placed it back where it belongs. Those of you heavily into symbolism can read into it that I shouldn't be married. I'll prefer to say that I should have my ring re-sized.
5. Hot stove baseball: okay, maybe not the baseball part, but certainly the hot stove. In the last week the Sox acquired Curt Schilling and officially handed the keys to the Porsche to Terry Francona, but it has been, well "butt cold" in these parts and we are expecting a fairly significant amount of snow this weekend, which may put a damper on my plans for a 20-miler. Usually one of two things happens when such unruly amounts of snow are predicted: 1. The storm fizzles and we get either rain or a dusting or 2. We get twice as much. Sometimes the forecasters get it right. When you think about it, weather forecasters are like respected psychics: they rely on circumstantial data (i.e. a weather pattern or a deck of Tarot cards) to make an assessment about what the future will bring. Perhaps psychics should have a sign saying "Madam Soandso, Spiritual Advice and Weather Forecasting." Now if they could only tell us when the Sox will win the Works Series.
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Because there's crap...then there's crap that I'm sick of
1. "Do They Know It's Christmas:" Can one applaud the sentiment, but really dislike the implementation? Have you ever listened to the lyrics of this godawful song? Some of the more egregious examples: "Where nothing ever grows/No rain or falling snow;" "Here's to them underneath the burning sun;" and my all time favorite, Bono songs: "Well tonight thank god it's them instead of you." My friend Mariann and I talk about how awful and condescending this song is every year. Thank you 1980s for giving us a self-righteous Christmas carol.
2. Job hunting during the holidays: Last week, my colleagues and I received our rejection letters from the company taking over our program. They all said the same thing about our "impressive qualifications." What they didn't say is that none of us would fit in their company (except the one who has accepted a job there). Verbal Jazz also had one the top five worst interviews this week, sandwiched between two fairly good interviews.
3. No, really, go ahead and run me over: This morning a gentleman in a BMW nearly ran me over in a crosswalk in front of the Massachusetts State House in which I had the "Walk" signal. He immediately looked apologetic but I yelled at him, anyway: "Do you see that? [pointing at the red light] Do you see that?" He had, what I would assume to be his daughter in the car with him. When getting prepared to barrel through a red light, ask yourself: would you want your daughter to see you running over pedestrians? This runs corollary to the seven or eight cars that blew by me as I waited to step into a crosswalk (no light) on my run last night.
4. One ring to rule them all: My wedding band is one very loose ring. It doesn't want to stay on my finger and often can be removed without any hesitation at the knuckle. Yesterday the ring flew off my finger when I got on the commuter train. I quickly retrieved it and placed it back where it belongs. Those of you heavily into symbolism can read into it that I shouldn't be married. I'll prefer to say that I should have my ring re-sized.
5. Hot stove baseball: okay, maybe not the baseball part, but certainly the hot stove. In the last week the Sox acquired Curt Schilling and officially handed the keys to the Porsche to Terry Francona, but it has been, well "butt cold" in these parts and we are expecting a fairly significant amount of snow this weekend, which may put a damper on my plans for a 20-miler. Usually one of two things happens when such unruly amounts of snow are predicted: 1. The storm fizzles and we get either rain or a dusting or 2. We get twice as much. Sometimes the forecasters get it right. When you think about it, weather forecasters are like respected psychics: they rely on circumstantial data (i.e. a weather pattern or a deck of Tarot cards) to make an assessment about what the future will bring. Perhaps psychics should have a sign saying "Madam Soandso, Spiritual Advice and Weather Forecasting." Now if they could only tell us when the Sox will win the Works Series.
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