Showing posts with label what a wanker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what a wanker. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

on being taken advantage of

I'm such a bad blogger lately, eh? I still owe several posts about our trip to the UK two weeks ago, which was all sorts of wonderful, but there is something bothering me.


Last week, Steve was in Indianapolis for a conference for much of the week (we got home Sunday night and he left again Tuesday morning!). He had a hotel room for the time he was to be there, which makes sense, of course. He found out that a "friend" of his was going to be there too. This friend is the brother of a college friend, I don't think they were that close, really. Since Steve is a good guy, he offered to let the friend crash with him in his hotel room, since the friend didn't have any accomodations set up.


He accepted, and crash he did.


He stayed there through Sunday and never once offered to pay a dime towards the room bill, nor did he offer to take Steve to dinner or anything, as thanks. Also, Steve had rented a car, to get around the city, and the friend rode with him to the conference center each day.


I just feel like Steve was completely taken advantage of. He agrees, though would never say anything to the friend, which I don't blame him for- it's not as though I would say anything either. It just seems insane to me that this friend would think that he had a totally free ride for the week and I am appalled at the behavior of this "adult." I would think he should have offered top split the cost of the room, or taken Steve out for a nice dinner, or something. I hate seeing Steve get used by a so-called friend! He seems less bothered by it than me, which is typical of us, I think! He lets these things roll off much easier than I do.


What do you think? Am I taking this too seriously? Or am I justified in being totally annoyed with this "friend" of Steve's???

Thursday, June 10, 2010

flower power?

Remember Steve's ex? The one that I met, but still greatly dislike? Well, she's back again.

It seems that her birthday was the other day and my sweet boyfriend decided to send her birthday flowers and balloons to say happy birthday.

WTF!?!?!?!

He and I were at dinner that night and he mentioned that he spoke to her, as it was her birthday, so he called to say happy birthday. The next day (yesterday) I was on facebook and glanced at his page (because someone commented on something I said) and I saw a photo of a bouquet of flowers with balloons attached with the following comment-

My birthday balloons and flowers from Steve! Kitty thought they tasted great, btw.

She posted the photo and tagged him for all the world to see!

WTF?!?!?!?!

First I was a bit shocked. Why is he sending flowers to another girl, and why did he fail to mention it to me when he said it was her birthday?!

I'm not sure if I am more upset that he sent the flowers to begin with, or that he failed to tell me about them and I had to find out via facebook and look like a jackass when people (ie, my sister) have asked why MY boyfriend is sending flowers to another girl.

(shouldn't her boyfriend be pissed too!?)

(he's not- he doesn't care)

(mid-westerners are so weird....)

We talked about it, and he doesn't think it is a big deal. They are friends, he says, nothing more, and she is far from a threat to me, but really, that isn't the point, is it? He sees it as a friendly gesture, not something romantic at all and said he won't send them anymore if it bothers me, which clearly it does.

What do you think? Am I over-reacting? What would you do/say/feel/think if this were you?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

case of the ex, part two

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

I am meeting her.

The ex.

The most hated ex (MHE).

Apparently she and her boyfriend are passing through DC tomorrow on their way to North Carolina, and are staying over for the night. At Steve's house, in the guest room. Yes, clearly I will be there too, ensuring that the bedroom doors are securely locked from the inside.

As I've said before, I have no desire whatsoever to know or even meet this girl. None. Yes, she's a friend of his, but I don't need anymore friends, especially not ones who have a past with my boyfriend. I know that I am hardly alone in feeling this way. I don't really want her staying over, but since it is his house, not mine, and I don't even live there, I really don't have much say in the matter.

Apparently she's really looking forward to meeting me.

Sorry, the feeling is not mutual.

Have you ever been in this situation? Any words of wisdom or advice for me?

Monday, September 14, 2009

just another manic Monday

Monday's always seem to come just a bit too quickly, don't they? The weekend was a nice one, I hope it was for you as well.

Friday night I stopped at Ann Taylor Loft and picked up a few things. They were doing their buy one, get one half off sweater sale. I bought the following-

Rib trimed scoopneck in majestic plum
Placed petal tee in purple
and a v-neck that I can't find online...

Loft has some really cute things right now, so if you need fall clothes, go check it out!

From there, I headed to B. Dalton at Union Station where I got yelled at by a tourist! I was in line to buy a few things and the cashier asked for the next person in line. I was at the front, so I walked over and put my things down. Meanwhile, I walked by a man who was bent over, as if he was getting something from the bottom shelf. I assumed he was still shopping and didn't think much of him. All of a sudden, I heard "excuse me, but I was next in line," in a loud, shrill voice. I turned and realized that the man was talking to me! I was shocked and aplogized, and picked up my things saying, "please sir, go ahead, I didn't realize you were waiting!." He got all huffy and said "whatever, just stay there," followed by "people in DC are SO rude." I was mortified! I honestly didn't realize that he was in line and I would always let someone go ahead of me!

This, of course, came after I had helped a British couple buy metro passes, because they couldn't figure out the machines and how to get a fare card! Ugh, there went my good karma for the day!

I went home and fell asleep somewhere in the ballpark of 9:30pm. I am awesome.

This weekend was Heidi's wedding and it was so, so lovely. She was such a beautiful bride and is off honeymooning in Puerto Rico right now! I think I am guest posting at her blog sometime this week, so make sure you stop by and congratulate her. I will post some pictures eventually, assuming she doesn't mind!

My mother had a letter to the editor published in the September issue of School Library Journal. She's awesome too.

I had a pair of black shoes re-heeled and they polished them up for me too. It's like they're brand-new!

Steve's birthday was yesterday. It was a low-key day, as he had some homework to do, but we went to the Brickskeller last night with a few friends. It's one of my favorite DC bars; they have hundreds of imported beers and at least three Polish beers, so I am always happy. I always tell myself to try something new, but it never seems to happen.

I am now sponsoring a five year old boy called Rueben in Uganda through the Christian Upliftment School. Of course, I am still loyal to World Vision and my Albanian girls, but this seemed like another good opportunity. I wrote a big paper on Uganda for a class last spring, and there is so much going on there right now that it's just crazy. With them, sponsorship is only $35 a year, and covers tuition and school uniforms. Of course, I can send letters and packages, if I wish, which I am sure to do. I'm pretty excited about that. The school has a blog too, so have a look at it!

I'm also meeting with two girls tomorrow about the DC chapter of Room to Read, which I am really excited about. There are a few big events coming up, and we are meeting to discuss smaller events where people our age might come, people who can't necessarily donate in the thousands of dollars, but maybe could donate a few dollars here and there. They also have a girls scholarship program that I am really excited to learn more about. Let me know if you'd be interested in attending any of these events, and as more are planned, I will be sure to mention them and invite all those who might like to come!

My parents are visiting this weekend and we have tickets for the Red Sox-Orioles game in Baltimore Friday night! Whoooo!

What's on your agenda this week?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

pizza fail

Last night Steve and I decided to order pizza, as it was getting late and too hot to cook. As usual, we looked at dominos.com and each picked something (a cheeseburger pizza for him, and a thin-crust with chicken, black olives and feta for me). We kept an eye on the online pizza tracker while we watched House Hunters and soon enough, dinner was at the door.

Steve paid the delivery guy and handed me the boxes. I opened his box and put a few slices on a plate and handed it to him, and then went back to my pizza. I opened the box and what did I find?

A missing slice of pizza!

THE DELIVERY GUY ATE A PIECE OF MY PIZZA!!!!

I couldn't believe it. He tried to push the others over a bit, so it wasn't so obvious, but it still totally was. So this means that a. the pizza guy opened my box of pizza and b. likely touched the piece next to it, and c. probably wasn't wearing gloves. Ewwww.

I was going to call and compain, but didn't because a. this store is SO grossly incompetant and slow as it is, b. it was late and I was starving and c. I was so mad that I wouldn't have made any sense. I didn't eat the pieces that touched the missing piece though. I may write to dominos HQ and complain to them. We've had problems with this particular store before and have called to complain, but nothing happens. We use them because they are the closest and we are in their delivery area, rather than another store.

So, Dominos on Hawaii Ave NE, you are not my friend. Find some delivery drivers who can keep their grubby paws to themselves. Wankers.

Has anything like this happened to you? What would you have done?

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

to send or not to send

As you know, I am a big fan of mail, both sending and receiving. I send birthday cards, anniversary cards, hello and how are you cards, happy new house cards, get well soon cards, sympathy cards, wedding cards, happy new baby cards, etc etc etc. Really, I should buy stock in Hallmark! I may also be single-handedly keeping the U.S. Postal System in business ;)

This is my dilemma. Like I said, I send cards for every occasion. That includes thank you cards, which is a big deal to me. I think that sending thank you cards is so, so important. Next week is the first wedding anniversary of a high school friend and his new bride. I attended their wedding last July in NH, along with a few other high school friends. I was invited to her bridal shower. I couldn't attend, but sent up what I thought was a really nice gift (a copy of the Cake Love cookbook!) Given that I was his friend first and she and I were not especially close (and frankly, I was surprised I was invited to the shower), I thought that was a nice gift. She never sent a thank you note. The only reason I know she received it is because I tracked the delivery online. I never received any sort of acknowledgement. Then came the wedding, which I traveled to NH for, from DC, of course. Steve came too. We spent time with my family of course, and did the wedding. I brought a gift- two sets of nice wine glasses, a nice bottle of wine and a few other wine related things that I can't recall right now. I don't believe they had a registry, so I wasn't entirely sure what to get them, though I don't do registries anyway, but that is another story.

Again, they never sent a thank you note.

Maybe it is petty of me, but I am really annoyed by their lack of manners and not sending a thank you note or ANY sort of acknowledgement. I took time off work to be there with them and no reply of any kind? I know that technically, you have a year to send thank you notes, but they are also both teachers, so these could have been done so quickly, since they had the summer off!

I've spoken to my other friends who were there and none of them plan to send an anniversary card either, as they are equally annoyed about their not sending thank you notes. I just think it lacks manners, you know? Still though, as bothered as I am, I still feel bad about not sending an anniversary card!

Maybe I should also add that I don't really speak to them all that often anyway. They didn't send me a Christmas card this year either. I am friends with the bride on facebook, but my friend isn't on there at all, so our contact is fairly limited these days. I haven't seen them since the wedding, now that I think about it and when I am home, I have such little time there that I want to spend it with my family and my best friend and godson, since I obviously talk to them all the time. Oh, and my best friend is a high school friend and one of the ones who didn't receive a thank you note either!

Is it wrong of me to feel this way? What would you do? Would you let it slide and send a card? Or just let the day pass like any other?

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

don't read this book



As I mentioned a few days ago, I recently read a book that I hated more than any other book I've ever read. In this, I am including my hatred for A Wrinkle in Time, which I had to read in fifth grade, and despised it, for some reason that now escapes me. I don't remember why I disliked this book so much, but I think this began my lack of appreciation for sci-fi. I know, Madeleine L'Engle won several literary awards for this book, including a Newbery, but it just didn't do it for me.

Anyway. Back to the boy...

This book was bad. Just really, really bad, so far-fetched and unbelievable in so many ways, if you know a single thing about the Holocaust, and in today's world, I'm sure you do. Here is the synopsis from Barnes and Noble---

Berlin 1942

When Bruno returns home from school one day, he discovers that his belongings are being packed in crates. His father has received a promotion and the family must move from their home to a new house far far away, where there is no one to play with and nothing to do. A tall fence running alongside stretches as far as the eye can see and cuts him off from the strange people he can see in the distance.

But Bruno longs to be an explorer and decides that there must be more to this desolate new place than meets the eye. While exploring his new environment, he meets another boy whose life and circumstances are very different to his own, and their meeting results in a friendship that has devastating consequences.


Bruno, I think, was the dumbest kid on the planet. Seriously. When the fuhrer, aka Adolf Hitler, comes to your house for dinner, you don't ask who he is or why he's there. Anyone in Nazi Germany knew who Hitler was, even at nine years old. Secondly, when your sister tells you that the Jews are on the other side of the fence, you don't ask who the Jews are and why you dislike them. Bruno was nine years old, but kids knew, they made fun of Jewish children too. Come on Bruno, get with the program. There is no way that a nine year old in Nazi Germany wouldn't know what a Jew is, or that he's living next door to a concentration camp. He wondered why everyone on the otherside of the fence was wearing the same "striped pajamas," but didn't seem to realize that they were being killed. As the son of a high-ranking Nazi official, Bruno would certainly have been a member of the Hitler Youth and a product of the Nazi education system. He would know these very basic things that he was so naive to. He also seemed to be constantly whining. For example, their house in Berlin apparently had five floors, but when they moved to the house at Auschwitz, there were only three floors, and he was so fixated on that, it was brought up nearly every chapter. I wanted to reach into my book and smack him, I really, really did.
One day Bruno takes a walk along the fence, even though he's told not to. Near the end, he finds a small boy about his age sitting on the ground, on the other side of the fence. First of all, this infuriated me for numerous reasons. First of all, THERE WERE NO NINE YEAR OLD BOYS AT AUSCHWITZ!!! Upon arrival, all children under 12 or 14 were sent immediately to the gas chambers. Perhaps one or two might be spared, to act as messengers, but rarely. Secondly, all along the fence, there were watchtowers, with guards with big, big guns. They'd never, ever, ever allow the son of the commander of the camp to wander along the fence. Then, they'd never allow a small boy to just sit there like he had nothing better to do, because he always had something better to do- they worked them to death! Come on now. There's just no way.
So the two young boys strike up an unlikely friendship. Bruno comes back to see him most days and brings food, as his new friend tells him how hungry he is. Of course, Bruno often complains about the roast beef, saying they just had it three nights before, or that the chocolate cake isn't chocolaty enough for his liking. Oh and he never notices that his friend is scarfing down this food, but only gets skinnier and skinnier, while Bruno doesn't. Another thing that bothered me was Bruno's lack of knowledge of any sort of geography. In a conversation, his friend tells him that he is from Poland. Bruno has no idea what he is talking about, he's never heard of a place called Poland and then seems flabbergasted when his friend says that Auschwitz (called Out-With throughout the book, another annoyance of mine) is, in fact, located in Poland. Now yes, he's nine years old, but as a nine year old, I had heard of Poland and last time I checked, the U.S. doesn't share a border with it. Most nine year olds can at least name a few countries that neighbor their own.
I won't give away the ending, in case you want to read it for yourself, but if you'd like me to spoil it for you, feel free to email me and I will likely rant even more :)
I guess it just angered me that this book has received so much attention, to the point that it was turned into a movie. Yes, at the same time, it has received a good deal of the criticism that it deserves. I feel that the author did a poor job of portraying the way things were and the likelihood of these occurrences. I've been to Auschwitz about a dozen times, I've seen the camp, I know how it looks. I am in no way an expert on the topic, but I've done a good bit of research and read a great deal about the Holocaust in general and I'd like to think I am fairly knowledgeable on the subject. This is a subject that has been written about extensively and I feel that any sort of Holocaust-related fiction needs to be so incredibly well-written and researched to the fullest. This is such a sensitive topic on so many levels that it cannot and should not be taken lightly and I feel as though this book does just that. It is almost offensive how the Holocaust is portrayed by the author, in my opinion, because it is just so misleading.

Monday, May 11, 2009

oh crap

It seems that my gmail account has been compromised and this is the email I use for this blog. Some of you are in my address book, so I do apologize if you got a strange email from me this morning! I've changed the password, so it should be taken care of, right? Should I change my email address too?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

isn't it ironic?

It really, really bothers me so much that this man is claiming ill health as grounds for not returning to Germany.

Yes, pre-leukemia, kidney problems, spinal problems and "a couple of types of gout" isn't good, but what he did to 29,000 prisioners at Sobibor and Treblinka is a million times worse.