2 posts tagged “rants”
But for the rest of you sulphurous bastards, there's this.
Really, Voiceover Guy? Nothing worse than, dog forbid, people smelling traces of the breakfast burrito you ate earlier? Cyclones and earthquakes kill tens of thousands, girls get locked away in basement caves for 20 years and are forced to bear their rapist father's incestuous spawn, dirty old perverts get to amass a collection of obedient, underage brides in the name of religious freedom, children die of easily preventable diseases every minute. But no, there is NOTHING WORSE than the smell of other people's poop.
My new contract job starts tomorrow. Since I'm not freaking out about being unemployed anymore, I've been enjoying the past few days like a mini-vacation. Especially since I got a big fat check for a whole year's worth of retroactive pay owed to by my old job (the unionized one I had before this last debacle)--they just signed the collective agreement. I love windfalls!
On Wednesday I drove about an hour and a bit to this really pretty area just on the other side of the Quebec border to watch my coach compete in a big horse show. Since it was the middle of the week, the highway was practically deserted; the sun was shining and the weather warm. The coach, her BF and I had a lovely dinner sitting outside on the lakefront patio at this place. Since my sister lives about a five-minute drive away from the show grounds, I crashed at her house so I didn't have to drive all the way back in the dark.
The next day, I spent some time at the horse show again, this time with my sister. Then I hit the outlet shops nearby, bought a super-cute linen summer dress, had a late lunch at another really cute little pub that makes the best spinach salad--with apples, almonds and tahini dressing--then drove home.
Today, I went and spent the morning at a local Scandinavian-style spa, with all these outdoor pools and hot tubs. I got a massage, but the therapist was a bit weird and pervy. He didn't do anything, it was more of a weird vibe he was giving off. Anyway, I though on a Monday morning it would be deserted, but it was packola. At first I was thinking, "who the hell are all these people? Don't they have jobs to go to?" Then I noticed that they were all hobbling and limping in various states of pain, and it hit me: this past weekend was Ottawa Race Weekend, with the 10K, half-marathon, marathon, etc. So all these suckers had taken the day off just to nurse their injuries.
On a related topic, I have never understood this female desire to run as a social/group activity. It's one of my pet peeves. Is it like going to the bathroom en masse? And while I'm on a rant, why are so many athletic classes for women focused on companionship, sociability, self-esteem and all these other touchy-feely aspects that have nothing to do with getting stronger, faster, fitter and more competitive? Do they think that's the only way to motivate us? I find it insulting. I signed up for a "golf for women" class a couple of years back and wanted to puke. I was the only one who gave a damn about perfecting my technique, practicing and improving, and the instructor didn't seem to care. When I had a personal trainer last year, I demanded that he kick my ass every week and push me. I didn't need or want coddling. Am I just abnormaly competitive?
