Showing posts with label Things that chap my ass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things that chap my ass. Show all posts

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Repressed thoughts

No, I didn't watch a minute of Okrah's departure and if you did, is your pathetic life is sad that you couldn't find the remote control?

Am I the only one who cannot wait for some serious dirt on her? And while we're at it, here's hoping squeaky clean Will Smith and Jay Leno are soon revealed with disturbing indiscretions. I am so not buying their milquetoast personaes.

I didn't seriously dislike Okrah until the "Hermes incident". If you don't remember, click the link above. Okrah pulled a celebrity hissy fit after being turned away from the closed Parisian luxury goods store.

As a former retail dog and a current salesperson, Okrah's arrogance pissed me off. She pulled the race card but I just chalk it up as general assholery. When Okrah demanded service after store hours, she basically said her time was more important than the employees who worked a full day and on their way home. It is the height of hubris and arrogance. Pull that shit in a restaurant just minutes from closing and then wonder why your food doesn't taste quite right.

As you may recall, I sell plumbing faucets and fixtures. I gotta tell ya, when a customer comes in and proudly tells me they want oil rubbed bronze faucets, it takes everything I have not to roll my eyes. Ugh, so OVER brown faucets. It has been done to death and it's so very fake. Mark my words, oil rubbed bronze is the antique brass of yesterday.

Nasty and nasty.

So enjoying the drought. You should see my tan!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Check me out, I'm worldwide!


Rant sister and blogger Jennifer offered her readers a forum to post their own "Things I Want to Punch in the Face" lists and I posited the notion that her generosity allowed others to vent, thus fewer sniper shooting incidents in past weeks.

AND Jennifer posted MY LIST! Check it out HERE.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Pink tools chap my ass


I like pink but as a chick with a decently stocked tool box, those inferior quality pink tools offend me. They mock women.
"You don't know what you're doing and you'll probably need a guy to finish what you can't do so, in the meantime, why don't you just hold this pastel pink tool that looks so good with your manicure."
Invest or steal (borrowing from your dad) good quality tools and you'll use them forever. Pink tools are for Barbie's house.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Things that chap my ass: Farewell tours

Back in the day, 1989 to be exact, the Rolling Stones got together after a 7 year break, put together the "Steel Wheels" tour and touted it as the "farewell tour". I like the Stones but I don't love the Stones. My boss urged me to attend because it would be the last opportunity to see them perform live. My best friend was dying to go so we plunked down the cash and purchased the minimum 4 ticket offering. The concert was okay but I still seethe every time I hear of yet another Rolling Stones "farewell tour". I said good-bye 20 years ago, go already.


Same damn thing for Zebra and The Cold. Geez Louise, they've had so many farewell tours they should issue punch tickets and you get free admission to the 12th one. Best thing to happen to the Beatles? John Lennon got shot so the farewell tour discussions finally ended.


This is my free advice to you: Don't fall the farewell tour hype. It's a lie.

The new lie: "Retirement". Think Cher, Barbra or any football player.


Heard about that guy in the 23 year coma? Maybe we should call it his farewell tour.
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