Proof positive . . . That horoscopes are bullshi…

Proof positive . . .

That horoscopes are bullshit. Here’s a portion of mine for the day:

Virgo
Creativity and goodwill toward your fellow humans are simply bubbling out of you right now.

What’s hilarious about this is that I couldn’t be in a worse mood today. There’s no goodwill bubbling from anywhere. Any and everything annoys me. If ever there was a day that I need to be working at home, this is it. And of course I’m not. Ugh!

Something interesting online One of my friends se…

Something interesting online

One of my friends sent me a link to a website that’s run by a woman who’s looking for the ‘perfect man.’ How scary is this?

There’s even a test for men to see if they’re perfect for her, so guys . . . go on a little field trip to her site and let me know if you fit the bill.

All weekend, no blog I guess i didn’t have anythi…

All weekend, no blog

I guess i didn’t have anything interesting to write.

My gripe for the day has to do with the people who smoke outside of the building of my client’s office. About the worst thing they could have done was to affix one of those ashboxes on the wall outside of the door. It entices the smokers to stand literally one foot away from the entrance. The problem with this is that anyone who walks through gets hit in the face with a cloud of smoke, and we end up smelling like smoke. When I smoked, I did everything to keep from smelling like it. I definitely don’t want to smell like it now that I don’t smoke.

There’s one woman — she’s about 5 feet tall — and almost every time I’m entering or exiting the building, she’s out there smoking. She works on the second floor, and I’m on the eighth. Does she take the stairs for extra exercise, since she smokes 2 1/2 packs a day? No! She takes the elevator one floor each time she smokes. And she’s in there long enough for the smoke smell to permeate the inside of the elevator, making everyone else want to gag. WTF, lady! Do something for your heart!

Yep, you guessed it . . . I was just in an elevator with her, so this rant is a fresh one.

Color Me Sad news item Okay, this story about the…

Color Me Sad news item

Okay, this story about the lead singer of Color Me Badd — the two-hit-wonder band from the 90s that sang the genius hit “I Wanna Sex You Up” — isn’t sad in and of itself. Men get sued for back child support all the time. What saddens me is paragraph 4. He’s working in a tire store? Wow!

Well . . . I guess that’s what happens when boy bands go Badd. Okay, so it was a bad pun. Don’t shoot me.

Issues Have you ever encountered a couple that co…

Issues

Have you ever encountered a couple that continues to struggle through the SAME issues over and over again, and continually discusses it with friends who secretly wish they could move on and get over it? There are people who talk a hole in my head on a regular basis about their relationships that seem to be going nowhere, and seem destined not to go anywhere. The sensitive Gina listens quietly and tries to be consoling, but the blog is for INsensitive Gina, so I’ll say here what I don’t say to these people — BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER AND MOVE ON! Jeez!

Forgive me, it’s Friday. (Not that the day of the week has anything to do with it, but it’s a good way to offload the responsibility)

Kids do the darndest things At my client’s office…

Kids do the darndest things

At my client’s office, where I’ve been spending a lot of time lately, they’ve hired young people to do primary research for the summer. By young, I mean 18-21. We, the older sector, refer to them collectively as “The Kids.”

The Kids like it here because they can wear whatever they want (which has been interesting), and their money is direct deposited into their accounts. However, they have interesting behavior patterns, which I suppose we all did at that age, but must’ve forgotten about in our years of being whipped into business acumen.

We occasionally bring liquor into the office on Fridays (officially — some have been known to smuggle it in at other times), and one of them has been seen sneaking beer into her bag and taking it home.

Another one sits with her chair so low that it’s almost on the ground. I had to sit at her computer one day and almost fell on the floor. Every time I pass her desk, she’s in a new position. Either her feet are up, or her torso is suspended in a way that seems gravitationally impossible. She’s always futzing with her long hair, so one minute it’s down, the next it’s in a ponytail, or she might be playing with it. She’s lethargic, and has a really high voice, which apparently isn’t working so well with the phone interviews she’s conducting, but I suppose she’s making her numbers each day.

Yesterday, one of my partners in comedic crime told me to quietly go in the lunch room at about 3:00 pm. I opened the door, and immediately saw little miss lethargic-low-chair with her head down, out cold. We doubled over in laughter, but finally made one of her team mates wake her up so that that president of the company wouldn’t find her napping.

On my way out, I hit the head (went to the bathroom), and noticed that someone — one of The Kids — had apparently been working out, and decided to hang her clothes to dry on the bar in the handicapped stall.

I’m thankful for them. They break the monotony of the day.

Happy birthday to . . . Chariya, aka Thaihoney, w…

Happy birthday to . . .

Chariya, aka Thaihoney, who I had the pleasure to meet and who was kind enough to allow me to interview her for a future column. The conversation was so great that I almost forgot that I was supposed to be interviewing her.

Even though it’s early, I propose a toast to my new friend on her birthday (although she would agree that it’s never too early for a good toast!). Have a fabulous day!

Cat anecdotes It’s been a while since I’ve posted…

Cat anecdotes

It’s been a while since I’ve posted about Bailey, so I’m long overdue. Bailey is completely maniacal. He’s learned to do fun things around the house. One of his faves is to remove the floor registers. He just picks them up with his paws and lifts them. There’s usually a toy involved, so who knows how many toys I’ll find lodged in my heating/air ducts one day. The other favorite trick is turning the television on and off. He turns it on, but when he hears me coming, he turns it off — something that has scared me to death on many a night before discovering that Bailey was the root cause.

Yes, Phoebe still hates him. And yes, they’re still isolated, for the most part. I don’t know whether or not this is a good thing, because whenever I put them together, Bailey is so excited to see Phoebe that he charges at her — an activity that Phoebe isn’t even remotely excited about.

Having said that, anyone want a really cute, 11 lb. year-old male cat?

Quick comment . . . Why is it 11:00 pm and the …

Quick comment . . .

Why is it 11:00 pm and the neighborhood hooligan children are running around in the streets, unsupervised?? Someone call DCFS quick, fast, and in a hurry.

More after I finish writing this column.

Yesterday . . . Was a great day. Can you believe…

Yesterday . . .

Was a great day. Can you believe a taxi driver actually gave me a free ride because he didn’t have change? I even warned him before I got in that I only had a $20, and he took me anyway, and seemed jovial about giving me a ride without any real benefit. Especially with gas prices being what they are.

And speaking of which . . . does anyone else feel like a giant has inserted a large straw into their gas tanks and is sucking it dry? WTF?? I swear, every time I turn around, I need to get gas. I’m sick to death of paying nearly $3/gallon. I’ve gotten to the point where I try to run every errand in the vicinity if I’m going to be in a remote location. I miss the days when we complained that gas was nearing $2/gallon. Those were the good ole days!