rant · Zombies

Ranty Monday is Ranty

Okay, I admit that I support the Occupy Wall Street movement and would definitely like to see more economic equality in this country, but this petition which was just emailed to me from Change.org pissed me right the fuck off.

Having to work on Thanksgiving day is nothing new. I’ve done it. My dad has done it. I’m pretty sure my mom has done it too. This guy is complaining that he has to “interrupt” his Thanksgiving meal to go to his Target job at midnight? Firstly, NO ONE IS STILL EATING THANKSGIVING DINNER AT MIDNIGHT. And if you are, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG.

Secondly, here’s a story for you: when I was in my late teens and early 20’s, I worked at a movie theater. I actually had to report to work at NOON on Thanksgiving day, and stay at work until 8 or 9 pm, because guess what? A surprising number of people like to go out and see a movie after they eat their turkey dinner. (Now that’s what I call “interrupting” a family meal.) Here’s another story: while I was in college, I worked in a call center for a local DirectTV/Internet provider (which also took calls for other local providers across the country) I had to report to work for my regular shift (I worked swing shift, so from 3pm-11pm) on Thanksgiving day, because guess what? People like to watch TV after they eat their Turkey dinner and sometimes they needed technical support and/or someone to order a pay-per-view movie for them. Oh and you know what? THE WORLD DIDN’T FUCKING END BECAUSE I HAD TO WORK ON THANKSGIVING DAY.

The fact of the matter is that the world doesn’t stop spinning because it’s a holiday. Some people are going to have to work while others are celebrating to keep the wheels of society turning. Doctors and nurses, truck drivers, train operators, police officers and firefighters, 911 operators, Chinese food restauranteurs and their staff, they all work on holidays. THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS. And frankly, unless you are living off family money, odds are that at some point in your working life, you will have to report to work on a holiday (I worked the concession stand at the theater on Christmas day, too, and believe it or not, we were SLAMMED).

Being a working stiff sucks, but seriously? You’re going to publicly petition your company and risk not having an income during the holiday shopping season because you didn’t feel like working the graveyard shift at Target on a Thursday night? No, I shall not be signing your stupid petition because you are a dumbass.

Moreover, if you have a problem with Target opening at midnight for Black Friday, don’t go shopping at Target at midnight. Stores are pushing back the start of the holiday shopping season because people are playing along with them. If it costs them more money to open the store at midnight than they make from having the store open, they won’t do it anymore. Got a problem with the whole “Black Friday” thing in general? DON’T PLAY ALONG. Stay home! Do your shopping during the month of December or on November 1st or throughout the year. Seriously people it’s not that hard.

rant · TMI · Zombies

TMI Thursday

Today I had a hysteroscopy and a polypectomy. Luckily I got to have an anesthetic which knocked me out for the duration of the procedure. I’m still feeling a little woozy, although that could be from the percocet I took when I got home. Heh heh heh … Anyway, I really like my gynecologist, for the most part. She’s funny and smart and extremely capable. She really seems like the kind of person I could be friends with IRL if, you know, she wasn’t in charge of keeping my lady business in tip-top fighting shape. So yeah, for the most part I really like her, except for one thing. She likes to use cutesy words for things. In the past she has referred to my labia as a “vajuzzsh” (I’m sorry, a labia is not a vagina!) and today she said she “cleared” a bit of “fluff” from “up in there”. Now, as humorous as it is to refer to body parts in a casual and silly way, part of me would really like it if my doctor used the correct terms for things. Maybe she doesn’t have to use the High Medical Greco-Roman terms, but really, I actually CAN understand words like “vagina” and “uterus” and “endometrial lining”. Because, now, as the medication is wearing off and I’m trying to reflect on that hazy conversation we had right after the procedure, I kind of would like to get on Google and educate myself about what’s happening to (and in) my body. It’s kind of difficult to do that if you don’t have the right words.

Language matters, people.

As a side note, my good friend Weaver hustled over here this afternoon with a batch of this carrot soup she made so I wouldn’t have to make dinner. Holy crap, it’s awesome. Thanks again, Weaver! <3

Current Events · News · rant

Goddamnit, Mubarak

Dear Mr. Mubarak:

The images and video out of Egypt’s Tahrir square continue to captivate and amaze me. I spent most of the afternoon waiting for the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT, anticipating along with everyone else that you would be stepping down today, only to learn that you are stubbornly remaining in power. Do you not see the thousands upon thousands of people rallying outside your door? Have you not learned the lessons of history and what happens to despots when they are violently deposed? You must know that the longer you wait, the worse it will be for you and for the people of Egypt. I implore you, PLEASE, don’t be a jerk.


grumble · rant

When did knitter become synonymous with ninja?

I mean honestly? Today on the weather channel I listened to an exchange between the two anchors about the extremely long weather delays today at the New York airports. “So don’t forget to grab a good book or some knitting!” the first anchor said, to which the other anchor replied “is knitting even *allowed* in airports?”


When has a terrorist EVER taken down a plane with his or her knitting implements? I mean, I can’t even think of an instance of this happening in *fiction*. Is there a secret cadre of knitting ninjas out there that I am not aware of?

off topic · politics · rant

Adventures in Health Care

I just got back from the ER with E4 who is having a bout of croup. While I was sitting there, I had a lot of time to think, mostly about how our health care system works, or doesn’t depending on your point of view.

I knew going into the ER what we were dealing with because croup has a very distinctive sound, but since E4 was having a hard time moving air into his lungs, and since his lips were turning blue, I figured he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see the pediatrician. Luckily, the hospital is close and we were able to be seen right away. The PA came in and had a listen to his chest and throat. He said, “yes, it sounds like croup to me. We’ll give him some humidified oxygen, and some oral steroids, and I’ll do a throat culture to make sure there isn’t an infection. He’ll be fine.” So, imagine my surprise when, about 10 minutes later, 2 x-ray techs came in to take E4 for a chest x-ray. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah,” one of them replied. “The PA just wants to make sure his lungs are clear.”

Now, I have no problem getting tests done if they are warranted, but the PA just got finished telling me that E4’s lungs sounded clear and he was pretty confident that it was croup and not pneumonia. What bothered me the most is that he just ordered the test and didn’t even mention it to me, so when the x-ray techs came in to wheel E4 away, I didn’t really have much say in the matter. I would much rather have had the PA discuss it with me before hand. I probably would have opted out, saving a chest x-ray for if his cough got worse.

I know a large part of it is that the PA was covering his butt because we live in a litigious society, but the other thing, the thing most people don’t think about, possibly the real reason that so many tests are run, is that money for health care is largely seen as someone else’s. People say, “well, my insurance will cover testing, so go ahead and run every test imaginable”. But in my case, insurance will only cover 80%. Which means I’ll end up paying 20% of the bill on a chest x-ray I’m not convinced was needed. If the PA had just talked to me about it, made me a partner in our health care decisions, we could have saved me, and my insurance company, a little money. Not to mention, we could have spared E4 (and me!) a hefty dose of unnecessary radiation.

I admit to being a huge socialist when it comes to health care. I honestly believe that we need to have a national system similar to that of Canada or the UK. That said, I also think it would help a whole lot, even within our current system, if, rather than being mindless consumers of health care, we became educated, active participants. And yes, I mean health professionals, too. If they were to stop treating patients like uneducated brainless idiots and actually had a conversation with them about their options and the reasons for doing things (or not doing things) I imagine we could make the health care system just a little less of a money pit.

The good news: E4 will be fine. I can hear him in the living room right now, fighting with his brother.

life · rant


To the guy behind me in line at Target:

Who, exactly, were you trying to impress with that cologne you were wearing? Your lovely wife? Or perhaps it was your 6 small children (ranging in ages between 7 and 9 months)? Frankly, I was not impressed, nor, I’m sure, were any of the other shoppers in Target yesterday afternoon at 4 pm. I, for one, found it incredibly difficult to breathe with you standing right behind me, a mere cart’s length away. You see, strong fragrances, such as the one that rolled off of you like a dense fog, tend to inflame my asthma. Further, I’m quite confident that I was not the only asthmatic shopping at Target on a busy Saturday afternoon. Please just consider others before you dump an entire bottle of cheap-ass cologne on your head. Thanks.


PS: I mean, seriously. Did you think you were going clubbing or something? WTF? There’s a time and a place for cologne and it sure as hell isn’t shopping at Target on a goddamn Saturday afternoon with your family. Damn.