The Post Office

This isn't a rant. I promise you there are enough of them out there for you to read if you're into that kind of stuff. It just amazes me. I've always wanted to know what goes on inside the post office. Letters and junk mail get to me fine. When it comes to packages, it's like taking the money and just burning it. Better yet, I might as well just put the money I spent in the mailbox for the postman (or woman) to deliver straight to the mail sorters. I've had things that took twice as long to not get to me. Rerouted packages returned to the sender looking like someone did everything to it to see what was inside just short of just opening the damn thing. I've had things delivered completely open, with the contents thankfully still shifting around inside. The one that tops it all is the package that was delivered completely empty. The bag around it was an apology letter from the post office about how they were sorry they mishandled my package. Okay, stop right there. You mean to tell me that someone swiped the item in question and then put a sticker on it that basically says sorry we stole this but hey! at least you got the box! How would any postal sorter( not sure if that's even the official name, not sure I care) know that the box was maybe supposed to be shipped as light as it was. The only way the note is justified is somebody took the item. I'm also puzzled at their delivery confirmation service. It's supposed to guarantee the delivery and complimentary scans are made along the way just in case you were curious. But when the package goes missing they can't tell you where it is. So the point of the delivery confirmation is to make sure the package is delivered, wouldn't it be necessary for the scans to be mandatory just in case the package doesn't make it? I don't know maybe that's just a wild idea. It's not like they give you your money back if you never get your package (with or without insurance, it doesn't really matter). I'm so done throwing money away to these guys trusting them with merchandise I paid for. The last few problems I've had, I didn't even bother calling the post office because I already know I'm going to get some pissed of customer service rep who tells me to go kick rocks because they don't give a sh*t where I or my package ends up.

Boys can be whores

I'm the first girl to cry foul when I see a boy get away with something a girl could never do. I notice more and more things the double-standard applies to everyday. I know one day I'll have to just lay it down and know that girls can't get away with EVERYTHING that boys can. I was just thinking aloud the other day about it. I wondered why are young girls encouraged to remain chaste, good and pure while fellas are encouraged to explore (with the opposite sex that is). It's weird that a girl can go all her life being careful about who she hangs with, what she does and how she's viewed to keep her sexual integrity. A guy the same age can whore it out without even thinking about how girls view him. A whole life is spent by each doing this and when the two finally end up together who wins? That's right the guy wins. He had all his fun in his younger days and now he's ready to settle in with a wife. A wife who (hopefully) didn't whore it out in her youth; a wife who is now vulnerable to whatever disease her husband may have contracted. A wife who has to accept the fact that her man has been with way more women and has probably done everything there is to do sexually with them. She can't surprise him (or maybe she can) because she's had less experience. However, she's stuck with whatever's left of the man's desire for a woman. That's okay? I'm not saying girls should be encouraged to whore it out when they are young but young men shouldn't be encouraged either. Everybody should just chill out. God knows I don't want to end up with a man who's been around the block so many times he's worn a path in the ground.

Hooker Heels

After years of anticipation, my mom and I finally made it to the much hyped $9.99 shoe store in Dallas. Every time we took the three hour drive from home we would see the sign pointing to the store where all shoes were only 10 bucks. We’re not talking busted shoes or no name kicks. We’re talking cute heels and boots. Things that we just couldn’t buy at home. Too bad all that anticipation was for nothing. When we entered this holy grail of shoe stores we were first hit by the odd but familiar mildew/must combination. Most likely coming from the flat, dark warehouse carpet lining the layout. Then, row after narrow row of stretched-out shoes in dingy boxes, some lining the floors. Since it was Saturday, the store was filled to the top with bargain hunters (like ourselves) thirsty for a deal. Unfortunately, the deals were solely dependent on one's taste. If you like strappy, 3-inch heel metallic red sandals with the extra thick sole at the bottom to help you if maybe you were a stripper to balance while you dip it low for a dolla then that's the $10 deal for you. Hey, you'd technically only have to do one dance (if you dip it enough) to pay 'em off. The shoe store discriminates against the rest of us sane individuals who can barely go clubbing in a pair of 2-inchers. High heels in general were not made for walking. I don't know who came up with that idea. I mean REAL walking: Walking in grass, over grates in the streets, walking down the block. NO! High heels, I'm talking about over 2-inches were meant to only take a female (or male, insert long snap 'cross the chest and a drawn out heeyyy! for all my feminine brothas) for a short trip down the imaginary catwalk in her room once or twice. That being said, nobody really wants to waste any amount of money on shoes that hurt or might seriously damage their feet after standing in them for a while. I don't really know were all these discount shoe retailers order their shoes but they all seem to be coming out of the same place. It seems like you can't even leave the store without seeing at least one pair of spike heel,peep-toe patent leather pumps with shiny, black varnish or the lime green floral print joints with the jewelry hangin' off the ankle. Better yet top that off with the boat like 3-inch pointy-toe heels in any color and you've just about been to every cheap shoe store in the nation all in one stop. Of course, all of them being only $10 bucks what more could we expect. Anyway, I know where to go if I need a pair of hooker shoes to go clubbin' in for a night.

I'm official

Okay, so it's been a long, long, long time since I posted. That being due to the fact that I've finally graduated into the real world. I got a job! A real one. One that pays the bills... all of them.... with money left over for me to eat. It wasn't until after I landed a job that I really felt like I graduated. That's probably because my mom told me that getting a job was the last step of truly being a graduate ( I think she just said that to encourage me to keep the job search going). It's a shame how starving college kids turn into starving "real-world" adults without any real turn around time and it didn't help that I graduated into the dreaded RECESSION. So quickly one acquires a certain stigma. What once was family members and friends showering you with monetary gifts because they knew you were a broke college student turns into snubs from the same people when you become a graduate. I was still starving and poor but because I'm not a student I can't get no love? Anyway, I know that's how the world works. After all with a degree I am capable of finding my place right? Still, I was hungry folks. I was used to having no extra money but never was I used to not being able to afford food. That's a basic necessity! I thought people always had money for food. How wrong was I? So now, after three long or short months depends on how you look at it, I finally have a job that pays the bills! So I've been spending the past few weeks applying, getting hired, going through orientation, training, decorating my new office (yes, my own office) and generally settling in. Now that I'm official expect to hear more from me....

Bikes in the Street

I'm from Oregon, a eco-friendly place filled with lush, green landscapes and recycle bins. The city has a "do something good for the environment" attitude about everything. So I grew up around a lot of bike lanes and Earth day celebrations. Bike lanes are something I wish I saw nowadays in Texas. I've always had a indescribable hate toward people who rode bikes in the street. People who think they are riding in cars; people who signal with their arms and stop at the light in the middle of the road during peak traffic. Yeah, those people. Too many times, I remember riding 2mph in the car with my parents behind some idiot on a bike. What was worse sometimes that idiot was riding alongside a bike lane. I don't care how much patience you have this will make you lose it one day. When I moved to Texas, I loved how no one rode bikes like that. I would never have to worry about seriously considering ending someone's life because they were holding me up riding in traffic. I've seen so many people on bikes out in traffic lately it makes me wonder. There aren't bike lanes here but there are plenty of sidewalks why don't people ride on sidewalks when sidewalks are available? Even though I'm sure it's perfectly legal for bicyclist to ride in the street among regular traffic isn't it dangerous for that guy on the bike to be riding between cars going 3o or 40 mph? As the person on the bike, I'm not sure I would trust everybody behind the wheel to respect my bike. If hit and seriously injured I could only take legal action against whoever hit me after the fact when it's too late. I would love to see people on bikes use the sidewalk when it's there instead of opting for the street. In the end, no one in a car really cares that your on a bike they just want you out of their way.

Bare Feet

So lately I've been noticing more and more girls walking around the streets barefoot. I don't know about ya'll but I think that's nasty. What shocks me is how it's even comfortable to walk on grass, asphalt, bark dust or whatever. To give these girls credit they're usually carrying heels so I guess that's legit. I've never been one to take my shoes off and walk on God knows what. I'd rather permanently damage my foot muscles wearing the wrong shoes than risk picking up whatever is on the ground. The other day I saw this girl walking and talking on the phone with no shoes on. I just wanted to shake her and say, "What are you doing," but I didn't want to interrupt her conversation. Anyway just an observation.

Customer Service

Anybody out there work in the service industry? Anybody out there truly believe in the phrase, "the customer is always right"? I didn't think so. Two weeks ago, I had an encounter with a customer that wanted me to perform something remarkable. I work in an office at a university and I deal with students all the time. I picked up the phone and instantly recognized the voice from when he called before. I remembered his voice because he did the same thing last time. Anyway, he had a question and I had no clue what the answer was. He said he had called someone at the university before and they told him the answer. The thing was he couldn't remember who he called or what they said. I took me almost 10 minutes to try to get him to understand that no matter how much rewording he did to his question he wouldn't be able to get an answer out of me because I didn't know, no matter how many times he asked for the guy in the office he would still be unavailable and most importantly I wouldn't be able to read his mind to tell him who he called in the entire unversity, which services 30,000 plus students, in the first place.

Yesterday, I was at Burger King when some guy went up to the front counter to yell at one of the workers. He keep saying, "Do they listen back there, do they listen?!"to a bewildered girl. She was shocked and didn't know what to say because apparently she had nothing to do with the order. I think the guy ordered from the drive-thru and came inside after he discovered his order was messed up. Had that girl been a complete stranger on the street I don't think he would've came at her like that. It was a bit disrespectful and I've been in her shoes before so I didn't appreciate it. Even if it is someone else's mistake don't lose your nuggets over something like a hamburger. I don't care how bad life is please don't take it out on others. We've all got something going on behind the scenes.

Don't expect a miracle out of people who are just doing their job. Make sure you evaluate yourself before you go blaming someone else for their incompetence when it was your impossible command that they were trying to satisfy.