I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

I went back to bed after eor left this morning and slept for another three hours. So instead of feeling bad about all the time I spent in front of the computer I got to feel bad about all the time I'd spent sleeping. At any rate I moved along fairly quickly after that, getting a shower and breakfast and sorting the laundry. Until I got distracted by the bottle of hair conditioner.

Last week I picked up a new bottle, because I was almost out, and it was a little bit of trouble to find it because they've changed the name and the entire packaging of the type I get. The new bottle is excitingly twisted and carries the amusing little legend, "Greasy roots? Split ends? Bad credit? No problem!" which of course sends my mind wondering if it's expensive and might put me more into debt if I did in fact have bad credit (because that's the kind of suspicious mind I have) and I had not way of checking to see if the price has gone up since they changed the packaging, but I did notice that although the outside dimensions of the new bottle take up the same space the exciting new twisting shape means there's almost three ounces less volume inside the bottle.

I've become very aware, with the liquids ban, of the size of various containers and how marketers play with people's perceptions of what they're getting. Perfumes are the easiest example to see. Quite often I'll think, "Oh, that's GOT to be four ounces!" I'll snatch the bottle up and squint to read the tiny print on the bottom - 1.2 oz. They make the glass on those bottles thick! People pay outrageous money for amazingly tiny amounts of product in all sorts of things, but skin care products are probably the worst offenders, being more subtle about it than the perfume manufacturers. I always knew this was the case, but it's become much more evident to me now that I'm comparing amounts all the time. I feel like it's a rip off to pay for overpackaging, not to mention being bad for the environment with more waste afterward.

And then because I had to come online to post this of course I got distracted and have been here far too long, so now I get to be annoyed with myself about time online as well as time sleeping, and I have more Vorkosigan fics lined up to read, later. I got recs for Taura fics from someone on bujold_fic. :)

( rant )

Meanwhile, I've wasted like an hour and a half on this project, I'm now starving and pissed off and want to cry because I'm so goddamned unproductive and it's almost time to go to work.

:(

You know how my HR person at work just said,"I can't help you," and wouldn't even listen to my problem at all?  She has an assistant, an ex-lobsterman-and-Coast-Guard guy, who sat down and listened to me, yesterday, and went through my papers, and in a matter of minutes located something that seemed like it might possibly be the problem and proposed a solution to it.  ( cut for length )


Oh how I sigh and lament that the proprieties of today's age to not allow me to call my caseworker onto the Field of Honor for having treated me with such indignity and disrespect! 

Why, yes, at least being made to feel as though I were being listened to made me feel a LOT better.

Our neighbors have now got themselves one of those little 4-wheeler things. They've been zooming around their yard and up the dirt road past our place. And flattening down the grass on the embankment which is our view out our bedroom window - I'm really glad I didn't seed it with wildflowers at the beginning of the year as I'd intended to do or I'd be really pissed right now. Last night they didn't stop riding until midnight. That made it nice trying to get to sleep after having painted our barn all day. Can you imagine? They spent their money on that and they still haven't gotten their septic system fixed. They also got a lawn tractor, which they're just using for anything they can think of. Giving their million dogs a ride in the trailer. Carrying the garbage to the road. And y'know, I took the bitch test on www.thespark.com, and it says I'm only 23% a bitch, however... most of their tests are not particularly accurate.

BTW, I found out recently that sometimes people make up stuff in their journals or just sort of enhance it or spin it a bit. I may be cranky and boring, but I don't have the basic creativeness to make stuff up. Well, the other thing is, I have a hard enough time keeping myself clear on what's reality, I wouldn't want to blur the lines for myself.:)