Everyone has pet peeves. Often we try to pretend we don't, so as not to possibly offend someone somewhere that we may possibly never even meet. So yes, I have pet peeves, and yes I feel like sharing them today!
Lack of helpful employees in a store
Generally I am too socially retarded to actually accept help from the lurking sales clerk that pops out of the shadows to ask "Are you finding everything alright? just lemme know if you need help"- I almost always decline... or at the least offer a non-commital smile and slink away before they try to talk to me again. I am a little wierd. whatever.
but
There is always that ONE time when i really do need help. I found/can not find that one item I need. Maybe it was broken when i found it. Maybe I needed the clerk to do a price check, get a new one, find the appropriate box, anything. Suddenly the lurker is gone. The store suddenly looks like a ghost town that i stumbled into. "hello?...is anyone working right now?" -which in itself is dumb to ask, because clearly someone is working if i make it into the store without setting off an alarm.DUH. Eventually I end up so flustered or annoyed that i end up dropping everything, convinced I will find something even better in a store where people actually work, even though I probably won't accept their help anyway. ...right.
Waiting on other people
I don't mean like serving someone else. I mean waiting for them to get around to doing something for me.
Example: My dad was in the hospital, they discharged him at 12:30. The Nurse informs me it is against policy to wheel him outmyself. So, we wait. We watch a show. I begin standing by the door way looking upset so someone will hurry up. An hour ticks by..finally we ring for a nurse who can not even get out of her chair to see what's wrong. a static filled intercom voice pops in *crackle* "Can i help you" *crackle crackle siiiigggh" What if i was chocking. or having a heart attack and my last attempt to save myself was to0 press the call button. that you responded to 15 minutes later? HUH HUH?! WHAT THEN?!...right so anyways. I begin pacing the halls looking aggitated and mumbling... finally the nurse comes back and informs us that the transport came by and said we werent in the room. He just had back surgery,where the hell else would be be other than his room dipshits?! We wait ANOTHER hour... long story short, all we needed was an able bodied person to wheel his wheelchair to the front desk because god forbid I was allowed to. A 5 minute ordeal turns into leaving after 3:30.
Wait wait wait. Why when I am capable of doing it myself?!
The 'What are you doing with your life' question
I hate that question I really do. More now then ever. I have actually begun to avoid family functions to simply not have to answer. I am too pathetic to come up with something that doesn't make me sound like a loser.I get sweaty palms knowing when my turn comes to answer it will almost always sound lame, cause a look of pity or make the person who just finished sound like God.
So when I hear that question I simply have to wonder, what do you really care. Be honest, it might make you feel better to know that while i did well in highschool, I have no official training of sorts, no set skills, no job, -You dont actually care.
This question almost always branches off into...
Why aren't you in college, you should be...
Why thank you for putting you two cents in. Are you now going to fork over the money for my tuition? NO? I didnt think so. Seriously, NOTHING pisses me off more than someone making coments about school.
I am sure they mean well, but it almost always leads into saying how I dont have the money to be a fulltime student. Which of course they either answer: A. why not ask mom and dad? or B. Have you applied for finacial aid?- Nooo I am so stupid it never occured to me to ask for financial aid! Damn all that time wasted.
Oh courseI have. There seems to be 2 things wrong: 1. Even though my mother (before passing on) made decent money before getting sick, we dont make enough. Think about it, she had been on disability for most of mylife because of her illness, that means no increase.EVER.and 90% of that money is split between the debt building up from medical costs, or the current bills we are stuggling to pay. My father is a 65 yr old forced retiree, who Im sure neverr planned to have 3 children, let along a baby in his 40's/. There is no magic money coming from them. As it is I gave half of my paychecks to support THEM.
Then of course that still leaves financial aid: Yes we apply, we almost always get little to nothing because the schools dont factor in where our money actually goes, and I can not apply on my own because I am under 24.
So, just dont ask, It is easier on us both.
Age/name stereotyping
We live in a country full of different sorts of people. Why is it then I feel like i am almost always judged by my last name and or age.
The first time i realized this was when we moved to PA from FL. Apprently in the minds of my narrow minded teachers, I, Jessica Mendez, was a migrant workers child. My first day they brought in a spanish translator for me. I don't speak enough spanish to even attempt a convo. I just happen to have a father with a spanish background. So i stared at these people like theywere insane, and asked in perfect english if it was okay for me to join the other kids not. Hello-please insert your foot in mouth. Stupid teachers. They asked if my family would be around for just the season or staying a while, I informed them that my mother was the vice president of the new bank opening and I was sure we would stay a while. Again awkward.
The second time I delt with this was shortly after the first incident. I went on a play date to a new friends house. Imagine her mothers surprise when My red haired-freckled-power suit wearing mom dropped off her light haired-pale-freckly-clean daughter. gasp She had the nerve to tell us she had warned her daughter not to get too fond because we were probably migrant workers just breazing through. bitch.
The third time I noticed this I was a little older and wiser. The bank teller would not allow me to deposit and withdraw money from my account I had held for over 5 years. She wanted a bunch of unnecessary information-I know, my mom ran a bank and didnt raise a fool. Apparently she assumed because I was young, that I was stupid and foreign. Think again sista.
So please take the time to know someone beyond age and race. Kay?
Anything involving patience
I don't have any. Nuf said.
Larger sized clothing-misinformation
Why is it always assumed that the larger the size, the bigger the bust needs to be, and the longer the pants need to be? Maybe I am a short, small chested heavy person. Ever think of that? We do exsist.
I happen to be above a size 6. However I happen to also be 5'2, and I don't have a C-DD cup.
Why must I pass up on adorable clothing because it would cost more to alter it than to purchse the item. It really is annoying. I know I know, lose weight. Been there done that, that doesnt always solve the underlying problem though.
Prejudice about the obese
Why is it okay for someone to assault, mock, belittle a heavy person? Do the attackers think that their jeering makes us snap to and suddenly fit into their small minded society. Nope.
Just because I am larger does not make me stupid, dirty or lazy. I happen to have a 3.7 gpa, I can not stand being dirty, and I enjoy being active.
Please be mindful of our feelings. Just because we happen to be larger than you, doesnt mean our feelings don't exsist. We might laugh of your rude comments, but deep down it does hurt. And why do we put ourselves down you ask? Its easier for us to beat you to the punch. Hearing it from our lips hurts a little less than having you voice your opinions.
And guess what, I found love! Just because you don't find me attractive doesnt mean someone else wont. Get over yourself. Please.
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So there you have it, those are the pet peeves I can come up with at the time. I hope you didnt see this as bitchy, ranting or complaining. This was meant to be an insight to who I am, how i feel and a little haha-ish. Hopefully you got that!
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