my husband and i don’t celebrate Valentines Day.

i object to the idea that society allocates a day where people are told they should be entirely focused on love. do not tell me when and how i should express my love for someone. it’s inappropriate and entirely unwelcome.

other reasons why i don’t like it:

it makes lonely and unhappy people even more lonely and unhappy, whether they’re single or in a relationship.

it encourages people to put unrealistic expectations on their partners - particularly women towards men - expectations like romantic declarations of love from atop tables in the middle of crowded food halls, or presents like gigantic bouquets of red roses, fancy chocolates, and oversized stuffed teddybears that cost some people most of their paycheque.

it makes it hard for people who are born around this date to celebrate their birthday with their friends and family.

it gives people an excuse to treat their partners like shit for the rest of the year as long as they do something “romantic” today.

it gives florists an excuse to cover the goddamn pavement out the front of their shop with rose petals.

it means the supermarkets are even more overflowing with chocolate in bright, attractive packaging.

that is all. :)

hey lady? there’s a difference between being particular, and being a fucking arsehole.

my day? my day had been awesome so far. then you came in, acted like a fuckwit at me, and now i have to work on getting past it. thanks a fucking bunch, dickhead.

title from Crime Pays by Fr/action

i adore men who are strong and confident, and yes, sometimes even arrogant. even if i am not attracted to them, i often find them an absolute pleasure to be around.

but there is a line. a BIG line.

sometimes, i deal with men who are strong willed and arseholes. i just want to scream at them that it is possible to be strong, powerful and/or impressive without being a jerkoff.

they come here, stand in my face and try to throw their attitude around, like i’m some “little woman” who’s going to take that shit lying down. and i can’t tell them to go stick it because i want their money. i can however gently but insistently imply by my demeanour, and my calm, controlled, restrained voice that this here is my domain, and i know what i’m doing.

then after 30 mins + of wasting my time, they realise i clearly know more than them, and they give up their control, the bullshit attitude, and the condescending tone of voice, and walk out of here much happier for it.

why can’t we just skip the middle bit where you’re acting like a jerk and making me unhappy and go straight to the part where you trust me and give me all your money?

title from Viagra Culture by Revolting Cocks

there is a fine line between the sort of self-confidence that is sexy, and the kind of self-confidence that is just misplaced arrogance.

customers are a fantastic group of people. i get to see the breakdown of humanity without leaving my comfort zone.

just because you’re right sometimes people, doesn’t mean you’re always right. and it’s usually best not to be an arse about it, just in case.

leave your assumptions and pompousness at the door.

and don’t let the door crush you on the way out.

we have no internet access at work at the moment. because someone at the phone company messed up what seems to me should’ve been a simple administrative task. [sigh]

why do big companies have such stupidly complicated systems that require people to jump through hoops while holding a cup full of water that they can’t spill with one foot tied behind their back?

so the basic upshot is our adsl line had its codes wiped, so someone needs to put more codes on it. but surprise, surprise - estimated turnaround for them fixing their mistake is a week.

i get that everyone’s human. but how come every single time i call my phone company someone messes something up. it’s either the system or the monkeys they’re employing.

or maybe it’s me. maybe i just fail at being a customer. clearly that’s it.