MonkeyPants

Stuff That Bugs Me.

Is it me, or are there just a lot of annoyances around right now? SO many things are just bugging me. It could just be PMS or the phase of the moon, but I want to look up at the sky and ask, “Really? Really?” about once an hour.

OK, those bump-it hair things designed to give you more volume in your hair. I think they make women look like aliens. Or newborns whose heads haven’t normalized yet. Are those women going to look at pictures of themselves later in their lives and think that was a good look? Deformity is the new hott?

Also, on the subject of heads. Mine is itchy. This may be TMI, but something is going on where I am producing way too much oil on my head. Like, puberty levels. I have to wash it every day or I look like an exceptionally haggard 12-year-old. E blames inferior hair products, and because he spent a decade of his life as a professional touring guitar player with hair down to his ass, he generally knows a lot about hair. So I splashed out on some Aveda stuff and it might be getting better, but maybe not. Some days are greasier than others. Perimenopause? Fuck off, perimenopause.

My boss. Work. Money. I have a lifesaver of a paycheck due on Tuesday, but the boss hasn’t paid our vacation pay yet, due to ‘financial difficulties’. If he tells me he can’t afford to pay me this whopper of a check, I am In The Cacky. Although since learning that the Old Boss still has controlling interest in the company, I feel more secure. I trust him. New Boss is proving himself to be greedy, superficial, and untrustworthy. I love my job, I love teaching the kids. I love the kids. But the uncertainty? I can certainly do without it.

E’s goddamned company. The union is pressuring them to join and they are offering the most mediocre of packages, plus some utterly ridiculous ‘health and safety’ riders. Meaning, the union will send a guy to every single gig whose sole job it is to make sure that all H&S requirements are being met. And pay him union wages. And let him shut down gigs if someone shows up with the wrong kind of hammer or something.

My stupid garden. Or, rather, the eaves guys. Please get the eaves up on the roof and let me have my garden back. I have not weed-whacked since September. There are blackberry vines out there as big around as my wrist. I need to weed and re-seed grass and get things going.

Next Door’s water consumption. Hey, I know you’re the Head of Cardiology at some hospital, but that doesn’t give you the right to power-wash your sidewalk for four hours every weekend! OCD, or control issues? C’mon, Doc. Which is it?

That was satisfying. So, friends, what’s bugging you?