IAmNotOkWithThat

If you ask me, I don’t think it’s very hard to love. Maybe hard to find, but once that’s over and done with, you are pretty much on a one way street to falling in love. People ask all the time “how do you know if you’re in love?” And the answer is simply, “Oh, you’ll know.” What this means  is that you will know because you can’t see, or care to look for the end of that street .  So tell me then, why isn’t Valentine’s Day an easier holiday?

There is 1 day a year (that is 1 day for every 365 days) where there is an entire day devoted to love. As a single girl in the city, I know there is a lot of love out there because everywhere I turn people are travelling in twos. Even at the grocery store (which is a whole other story, since when has grocery shopping become an enjoyable activity for couples where they help each other out? “Oh dear, don’t worry I’ll get the onion – you get the tomato)”. So with this one day a year devoted to love, WHY do people have such a hard time participating? Every other day of the year I’m sure you do nice things for each other, so why not just make it a big deal on February 14th? Who doesn’t love to be spoiled?

Why are we trained to make countless reminders up until the day of “hear that honey? *wink wink* *nudge nudge* Vaaaalllleeeennntiiiinnnneeeessss ddddaaaaaaaay”. But why? Are we that lazy? I think it’s sad that we assume people don’t know what day it is. Why can’t we all just know it’s Valentine ’s Day and assume that something nice has been planned, or at least remember to wish each other a Happy Valentine’s day the morning of. The hardest part about this all is that year after year you wait to meet someone to be able to share Valentine’s Day with, and when you finally do, they don’t want to have any part of this silly day dedicated to love. Are you kidding me? I have waited for years to be smothered with red hearts on this holiday! For everyone who is anti-valentine’s day out there, suck it up. Even if you remember what February 14th is and give a simple card, you will be rewarded. Imagine what you could get if you did even MORE than just a card?

So I am a bit strange when it comes to writing with pencil or pen. I’m one of those people who prints like they are in grade 3, and can’t imagine ever having nice writing. I used to even want to be a teacher and told myself I could never be a teacher beacuse of my writing. Trying to write on a chalkboard or white board is an entire different story. So anyways, my writing is completly different when i write with a pen, I don’t like it at all! I MUCH prefer to write in pencil because it is smaller, and much neater. The thing is, it can’t be just any ordinary HB pencil, it has to be a mechanical pencil because they are sharp at all times. People think this is ridiculous but I would rather have organized notes that I can read, then messy ones no matter how young it makes me look. You know you havea  problem when you are a 4th year University student and you raise your hand and ask permission to write your exam in pencil…. I still haven’t learned. At least most of my work now is done on the computer, and I only get made fun of when I write in pencil about my wiggly thumb. Now that’s a completly different story….

I have been meaning to write this post for a while now (as you can see, for I guess about a month now - I apologize for my lack of posts)! In terms of this post, I think all I have to say is Rogers. Now this doesn’t happen with just Rogers, but Rogers is probably the best example to go through the frustrations I am about to share.

So you pick up the phone to call Rogers, and normally when you are calling Rogers, it’s because you have questions or concerns. The first person you speak to is an automated lady. Now, I can understand that there are tons of incoming calls, but the meaning of this is so that the robotic women can direct your call to the appropriate person. If she actually did that, then great! I wouldn’t have a problem, but she NEVER knows and half the time I’m calling, they don’t even have it listed as an option!

“How may I direct your call? If it is for billing, please say billing.”

You end up just saying any word so it can put you through to the next menu, and when FINALLY you get someone on the line after listening to the horrible elevator music, they tell you that sorry, you are in the wrong department, let me connect you through to _________, which you then have to wait another 10 minutes to speak to someone else.

At least Rogers lady understand what you are trying to say, 411 is a complete different story while we’re on that subject! You are calling to find a number you know the Operator isn’t going to have a clue what you’re trying to say.

“What is the name of the business?”

“Lulu Lemon”

“I’m sorry, did you say Little Lemon?”

“NO..LU..LU..LEMON!”

At this point you are so frustrated because you know there is more than one location of Lululemon and the operator is going to pick up in a second anyways to ask which location you would like, so just pick up the phone in the first place if the stupid robot hasn’t a clue of what you are trying to say!

Why is it that whenever you are trying to go to sleep, and want to fall asleep really badly, you can never find your comfy position? There is a certain position that everyone gets into when they first try to fall asleep, and sometimes you find it, and sometimes it takes about 2 hours. For me, I’m finding myself more and more fidgety till I find that perfect position I”m looking for, and it’s like I have put this position on a petal stool so until I find it, no other position will do. Finally you fall asleep after tossing and turning every which way, and before you know it your alarm goes. Don’t you find that once you know you have to get up, and you move to turn on the snooze, THAT”S when you find the comfiest position ever?!?! So why when you want to sleep and are ready to sleep you can’t find it, and when you have to get up and can’t sleep, there it is just like that! It’s like the haunted ghost of comfy and I am not ok with that.

So today is my birthday so I am allowed to break the rules. Today I am going to tell you what i AM ok with.

I AM ok with presents on my birthday

I also am ok with eating peanut butter out of the jar.

I am ok to laugh at myself, or to be laughed at.

I am ok with reading, but only one chapter a night.

I am ok with crying once in a while.

I am ok with staying in my pajamas for an entire day.

I am ok to wake up really early some mornings.

I am ok with dreaming big.

I am ok to try something new, but it might take a little persuading.

I am ok with getting really dressed up once in a while.

I am ok with a little bit of criticism…ok, maybe not.

I am ok with building forts.

I am ok with Thunder Storms.

I am very ok with new fresh socks.

I am ok with the smell of the orange smelly marker (smells like orange tic tacs).

I am ok with eating popcorn for dinner.

I love shopping, but sometimes i can’t stand the customer service. For starters, you know within seconds of walking into a store whether or not they are on commission, and they all talk down to you which is a pet peeve of mine alone. “Want me to start a change room for you sweetie?” First of all, I am not your sweetie, and second of all I JUST picked this shirt up, give me some space and room to breath please.

So you finally try something on, and the first major problem is that they don’t have a mirror in the change room. I am not ok with that. What clothing store in its right mind thinks that it’s ok to not have a mirror in the change room! The amount of times I am too embarrassed to come out and see what I look like are countless. Right there, they have lost a possible sale. The times you DO have the guts to walk out, within a second someone behind you says “Oh that looks so good on you, that color is so flattering” when actually I look hideous. Clearly you are just saying that, and I don’t need your opinion thank you very much, that is why I am here with my friends. Their opinion comes first. I know it’s their job, but they are just so fake that it shows right through them.

Finally, after spending way too long in the store, you are walking out empty handed, and the employee who is standing by the door pretending to fold shirts looks at you with a smile and asks “Did you find everything you were looking for?” Well what do you think, I am walking out with nothing, and besides that, I didn’t even know what i was coming to look for in the first place!

So a certain coffee place near by work that I can never pronounce, has lost a customer for life. I use skim milk in my coffee, and at this particular place, they keep the skim milk behind the counter and only the milk and cream at the table where you go to dress your coffee. Every time I go there, as I’m paying i always ask “Could I please have the skim milk” use a drop, and pass it back.

It got the the point where I felt pretty special that by the time i got to the counter, the skim milk was there waiting for me because I was now a regular. So I go to pour the milk, and the girl was mortified. I had literally poured chunks of skim milk into my coffee. (Remember, this is all happening at the counter in front of her because they don’t keep the skim at the coffee table). She didn’t say anything but took the milk and my coffee back and gave me a new one. We checked the expiry date and it hadn’t expired, so i told her maybe it wasn’t cold enough behind the counter where they kept it? I didn’t want to make a fuss because like i said, i felt pretty cool being a regular in all, it was just better to laugh about it, but i did not forget. From that day on, I ALWAYS checked for chunks when I went to get my coffee from here.

Sure enough, that wasn’t the last of the chunks. I still didn’t cause a fuss because I enjoy their coffee, until one day, the chunks got the worst of me. The girl wasn’t working this day, it was the guy behind the counter, and once again, there were chunks. So I said with a smile on my face “Excuse me, i think the milk has gone bad.” He looked at me with a straight face and said “No it hasn’t.” Not even looking at my coffee. (Side note: there was only enough skim milk in the carton for one more coffee anyways, it was almost all finished! It wasn’t like it was a full carton). So I moved my cup over, and poured some more skim milk in it so that he could SEE the chunks spill out, and he decided to ignore the chunks and tell me “No Chunks.” So I answered, “Yes, there is…see…chunks!”

My boss was with me at the time, not sure whether she was embarrassed by me, or about to have a fit herself about seeing chunks, but long of the short, I should not have to negotiate about chunky milk! The customer is always right. If I saw chunks, I saw chunks. It took him about 4 minutes for me to persuade him for me to get a new coffee. I wouldn’t have made such a fuss but the fact that I already know about their chunky milk problem makes me certain that their were chunks! I am not ok with chunky milk, and I will never go back there again…even if I were still allowed :/

I’m just going to put it out there, I don’t like fruit. I know that’s crazy, and believe you me, I have heard it all before. There is just something about its texture. Yes I know, all fruit has different texture, but they all make me feel really grossed out to chew. Apples look pretty juicy but when you bite into it, it’s this dry, no tasting crunch. Grapes have this weird squirt when you bite into it, and blueberry’s, the skin doesn’t break very well so you are chewing on skin for longer than you would think judging by the size of the tiny thing. My worst fear? Bananas. They are disgusting, and people chew them and mush it through their teething thinking it’s appetizing and it makes me want to hurl. Seriously, I didn’t write that with a smile on my face.

One thing I have to admit though, is although I do not eat the actual fruit…I love fruit flavored things. I can eat strawberry jam, raspberry juice, and blueberry gum. Name anything that has to do with an artificial fruit flavor, and I probably like it, but that’s not the point. I’m not eating the actual fruit, it is fake fruit! So i am still allowed to say that I don’t eat fruit. As soon as I have a chunk of fruit of something, it ruins it. Chunks of raspberry in my strawberry jam? I have to dig out. Chunks of raspberry in my raspberry yogurt? I have to spit out. I know this may sound strange to you, but I can’t bite down, or chew any actual piece of fruit.

Now I know what you are all thinking, and this is exactly what I am not ok with.

“Not even a juicy Pear?”

“Not even a delicious Kiwi?”

“Not even a ripe Strawberry?”

NO…I don’t like fruit! Are those all fruits? Yes! So no, I don’t like them! After anyone I tell that i don’t like fruit, their exact reply is “Not even a…”

NOOOO, I don’t like fruit!!!!

I love Fridays for the obvious reason, but also enjoy Fridays because our office always goes for team lunches. Of course we have our favorites, and some Fridays we experiment, but we are always big fans of the all you can eat places. Not too long ago, a new all you can eat sushi place opened up pretty much directly across from us. You can imagine the excitement when we heard the good news, and couldn’t wait for the following Friday to make our first appearance. Great service, delicious food, all the green tea you could want, and they certainly made sure that you were as full as you could get before paying the bill. All in all, it was a pleasant experience.

Well, it didn’t take long for this sushi place to be discovered and its popularity certainly got to their head. Say goodbye to pleasant service. If I didn’t know any better it was almost as if they don’t want any customers. We get in trouble for making reservations because they automatically assume you won’t be on time, they ask you 10 times how many people are coming because shame on you if you have one extra seat, and you only have an 1 hour and 10 minutes to eat your food before your time has run out. They give you a time limit!!! You don’t call yourself an all you can eat place and then give you a time limit…that’s just not right! It’s not right to yell at your customer before they even sit down to tell them you have an hour and ten minutes. And really, what’s with the 10 minutes? I am not ok with that…

Anyone see that Just for Laughs gag where the waiter puts down an hour glass at their table once they order? And as soon as the hourglass runs out, the waiter takes their plates away from them even if they are mid bite! Trying to find that video on youtube but can’t seem to find it. Let me know if you have any luck!

It’s the end of the night on a Saturday, the bar is closing, you have had your fair share of drinks, and the only place you want to be is your bed. Your legs have forgotten how to move, and soon enough they will forget how to support you. You wish you could spread your arms and fly back home, instead, that reaction only flies down the nearest cabby that has it’s light on. You can tell they have waited forever for their next customer by their instant reaction to your hand, and cut off every car that’s in front of them to get to you. You expect them to be delighted that you need a cab , instead you tell them where you are going, and as soon as they find out it’s only 2 blocks away they tell you to get out.

Excuse me? I am not ok with that… there are no rules on how far you have to go for a cab to accept you. It’s illegal for any taxicab operator to refuse a fare based on distance. If I wanted a lift to my neighbors house I should be allowed! You are sitting around waiting for your next customer anyways, you may as well use this time to drive someone else!

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