My Random Blog

• My mom’s name is Georgia. Just like the state. I can’t even wrap my brain around the number of people who mangle her name. She has mail addressed to Georgian, Gorgianna, and my personal favorite: Joorja. Seriously. Her car is even registered to GLORIA, thanks to the super smart car salesman who handled her paperwork.

Mom’s name, although not a ridiculously common name, is still a common WORD; it’s a STATE in our country for God’s sake. Do these same idiots also misspell and mispronounce it in that context? Do they say things like “Atlanta, Gloria”? Or “Ganesville, Gorgianna”? In this day and age of names with few to no vowels and 10-15 letters in length, I get that things can get a bit hairy in the name department. But when your name is also a state in the U.S., it’s stops being rocket science, and misspelling and mispronouncing it just makes you look like the moron you are.

• Last night I was watching this little concert by Garth Brooks on tv. (It squeezed in nicely between Ghost Whisperer and Numbers.) And during his first song, there was this woman in the audience right in front of him, at his feet. She knew every single word to that song. Know how I know? Because I could hear that bitch yelling every single word to that song. It was SO annoying. I can’t even tell you what song it was because I was so distracted by that woman yelling it along with Garth. I love Garth Brooks, I can’t think of one song he’s ever come out with that I didn’t like, and him in concert is so much fun to see. I was annoyed that my tv concert enjoyment was tarnished by someone who couldn’t just sing along, but instead, YELLED out every word. I found myself trying to mentally move him to another part of the stage, in SPITE of the fact it had been previously recorded.

• When, exactly, did blabbing into one’s cell phone, no matter where you are, become socially acceptable? I was reading Dear Abby yesterday and someone had written in about being in retail, and not being able to provide proper service due to people being on their cell phones for the duration of their visit to his store. He also mentioned being yelled at or ignored while trying to do his job because he was interrupting their conversations. Being in the service industry myself- I can relate. It never ceases to amaze me how people want good service, and complain that they aren’t receiving it, without ever thinking that it’s damn near impossible to do that when dealing with someone who won’t get off of their phone for 5 minutes. It’s RUDE, disrespectful, arrogant and unnecessary. If it were an emergency- I doubt they’d be out shopping or hanging out in a restaurant in the first place.

As for me, I refuse to deal with it. It is my job to provide you with service. It is not my job to stand there and wait for you to finish your conversation about Becky’s botched boob-job, or the fungus you found between your toes. When I see a customer blabbing into a cell phone- I stay away until they are done. I also, do not do this myself. Ever. (Nor do I yap on my phone while I am driving.) Cell phone’s are wonderful things and I love mine very much. However, I don’t love it more than I do giving the people around me the respect and attention they deserve. If I’m out with friends, or in a store with a salesperson trying to assist me, I am not on my phone. If I need to tell someone something at that very moment- I send a quick (and quiet) text message. If someone calls me during a meal, I don’t answer it. If it’s important, they will leave me a message that I can excuse myself to go and listen to, and return the call if necessary.

I don’t let my cell phone make an ass out of me. Please, people, don’t let it make asses of you either. This has been a Public Service Announcement from Cranky McBitchypants.

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