13 posts tagged “frustration”
I am feeling an email overload right now. It feels like it has been months since I have been able to look at my inbox without cringing because I know I have emails from FEBRUARY that I still haven't tended to. Oh - I've read them. But as soon as I read them, I clicked MARK AS UNREAD because I didn't have time at that moment to tend to what the email was requesting.
I have an email from March sitting in my inbox from a high-school friend I haven't talked to in ... 5 years ... and it's in it's fourth "mark as unread" status.
I wish I could just delete my entire inbox an start fresh. I know it would pile up in only a matter of a day or so ... but wow. The feeling of a fresh inbox with no ghostly reminders of tasks not yet completed.
Construction has been horrendous on I-40 in Nashville for several years now -- around the I-40/Briley Parkway area. From all appearances it looked like we were going to get 2 extra lanes on each side. Within the past week or so they've finished and opened up the east-bound side. One lane. Basically 4 years of construction and all we get is one new lane? They've added new exit/on ramps at the 
White Bridge Rd/Charlotte Pike/Briley Parkway intersections ... but it's just moved traffic around a little bit. I haven't noticed any ease in congestion.
One extra lane. Unbelievable! And it's still not even a HOV lane. We have no HOV lanes in West Nashville!! What's the deal? I know some of our south and east Nashville friends say the HOV lanes aren't enforced ... but at least they have them.
Why do all restroom vending machines carry feminine hygiene products from the 1950's? Are most women always prepared, and therefore never use the machines, and therefore the stock hasn't needed to be replenished in 50 years? On Tuesday we had a day-early surprise on our vacation and my supplies were in our checked luggage. So, I popped 25 cents into the handy restroom vending machine, and to my surprise a huge cardboard box with a product that surely would have mopped up my kitchen floor popped out. I might as well have picked up a bath towel in the gift shop!!
(blogged in Lake Tahoe)
Between 8:15 PM and 5:24 AM this morning, I received 784 attempted spam comments.
SEVEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR.
Again, are they stupid or something??? They're never going to show up on this site - all they're doing is just encouraging me to contact their hosting provider and report them for spam activity.
Idiots.
The happy couple is on their way home from work, slowly but surely making their way through rush-hour traffic. A few miles down the road, traffic starts crawling. Before long, they are moving at a maximum speed of 5 miles an hour. They can see up ahead - on a high section of the interstate - the traffic moving freely there. What's up? There must be a wreck ... or construction. Something must have happened to hold up traffic.
About 15 minutes pass ... and you realize what has ground the flow of traffic to a halt. No wreck. No new construction. An empty pickup truck is sitting off the side of the road. It's not in the way. Just sitting there. Getting lots of attention from ... STUPID DRIVERS!!!
HELLO PEOPLE? Why are we slowing down to look at an empty truck. DO YOU NOT realize that your slowing down for just a few seconds means that every car behind you has to slow down. What's the big attraction? :banghead: This happens all the time. Everywhere. Traffic is slow - and it's usually something stupid that people are slowing down to look at. Why do we feel the need to slow down and look at cars on the side of the road? Why do we feel we need to slow down and look at the state trooper who has pulled someone over? Just drive, already. There's enough slow traffic already with the constant construction ... we don't need idiots slowing down to look at every dorito wrapper on the side of the highway. :yell:
See here for some driving thoughts from Christie ...
:shocking: This will shock you: :wide-eyed:
We're on dial-up internet access. And it's not even GOOD dial-up. We're doing good to get upwards of 30KBS. Yes, that's right. 30KBS. :headache:
WHY are we not using DSL or cable?
Well ... neither are in our neck of the woods yet (literally our neck of the woods). The closest Cable is about 5 miles away - DSL is about 4 miles away. They keep promising - it will be there soon! When we first moved out there - It was almost physically painful to get online and see our connection speed hovering at 28kbs. I mean - who thought that was even possible these days? grrrr Now I'm almost used to it.
:pi: We've done a little investigating over the past year (to find out why the dialup is so horrendous and why it's taking so long to get out here!) -- and one annoying thing we discovered is that Bellsouth, our dialup provider, only has one number for our area. ONE NUMBER FOR THE ENTIRE NASHVILLE AREA!!!!!!! What is up with that??? It's not like Nashville is Podunkville, USA. A huge Bellsouth sky-scraper is 3 blocks from my work.
We've called Comcast, called Bellsouth - told them who ever gets high-speed internet access in that area first is going to get the entire market. Supposedly the access is being held up by the local electric company - and all of us have been contacting them trying to get some answers. But nothing so far.
We've been waiting so long - geez. I'd pay just to have 56K. When I read about Melissa getting over 3MBS at her new house - it makes me sick! :think: There's just something wrong when you can fire up your brand-new lightning fast laptop, and then go a cook dinner while you wait for your email to download. It takes forever to do anything. I find myself using my jump-drive almost every day - I'll work a little at home, and then bring the drive in to upload stuff.
Blah. :help: any ideas?
Saturday night, we were driving on the interstate and came up behind a weaving tractor trailer. He was all over the road - we pulled back and cringed every time he swerved and almost hit other vehicles. After about 5 minutes of this, we called the police so that hopefully someone could come out and pull this guy over before he killed someone. We got them on the phone, told them we had a possibly drunk and/or asleep tractor trailer driver on the road. However, evidently while I was on the phone with them, we crossed the county line, because when the officer asked where we were on the interstate, he quickly responded that it wasn't his jurisdiction. Then he gave me a 7 digit phone number to call and then hung up on me.
I'm sorry ... but that just flew all over me. It's not like we were in a different state or something - we were in the next county. Would it have been that hard for him to (a) transfer me to that number or even better (b) call that number himself and avoid the introductions and technical stuff that you always have to give out when calling the police. But no. He gives me a phone number to call and hangs up on me. Thankfully Steve was with me, and could write down the number to call. If I'd been by myself - there's no way I could have written down or remembered the number to call. And anyway - isn't this what I'm paying taxes for? It's good to know our police department is so concerned about drunk/hazardous driving! Grrrrrrrrrr.
I have to send it back. :crying:
Can you believe it? Two weeks ago, they said it was their mistake, keep it. Today I get a letter from them requesting that I return it. I guess my sales rep's decision was overturned. I've already installed all my programs and gotten it all set up. I've been working on it for two weeks. Blah. Oh well ... it wasn't ever really mine in the first place, right ?? :weep:
Free shipping to the highest bidder. :worried: :arg: :sad:
When I was in college, a bunch of us pre-med girls thought that our goal should be to develop some type of switch that could be installed on the ovaries. The switch would be in the OFF position until you were ready to procreate. It could only be turned ON by a medical professional, and only after passing a basic intelligence test. (However, it would be easy to turn it back off -- so that when you were going to Hawaii for two weeks - a flick of the switch would ensure your vacationing happiness).
Sigh. That would SO be a nobel prize winning invention. They've mastered the patch, the pill, depo-provera ... how much harder could it be to install a switch!
I'm thankful to have my ovaries though. I had major surgery 3 years ago (some nice apple-sized cysts on my ovaries) - and we weren't sure if they could be saved. Thankfully, my surgeon was a genius, and I've still got all my parts.
But the switch would be cool ...
Why don't I ever learn?
I've always had this problem. I let myself get walked over. Taken advantage of. Dumped on. I have this personality trait that basically prevents me from saying "no" to anyone. People ask me to do things ... and if I can do it - even if I don't have the time - I'll say yes. Sometimes I'm screaming (in my head) - No! I don't have time! But what comes out of my mouth is almost always - Sure ....
In every job I've ever had - I have always ended up as the computer geek tech person. Even when I worked in surgery right out of college - by the time I left that job I was training the nursing staff on the new computer charting programs and setting up automated surgical tray listings in their computers.
I like helping people. I like it when I can do something for someone that will help them to do their job better. I'm not afraid of change - and like to implement change when it will make something work better and more efficiently.
But sometimes ... I just want to be that person who never does anything for anyone, only looks out for number one. You know that person. She/He's the one in your office that you would never ask for help with anything because they are so wrapped up in themselves. If you were lying on the street bleeding, they couldn't be bothered to hand you a bandaid to staunch the blood flow, because it wasn't part of their job.
But I hate those type of people ... so I'll continue to get stomped on. And today ... it's just too much. So I'm going to hide in my office and try to get my good mood back that I had this morning.
