Oh man, new post!

Hello friendly people.

So, I haven't posted since March 2010. THAT'S A LONG TIME.

And I'm not even feeling particularly ranty today, but I'm sure that I can find something to rant about.

Since that (ancient) last post, I've started working at Victoria International Airport. There are many, many things about airports, and travelers, that make me hideously angry. So that is where my rant will come from today!

Customers and consumers of all types have a terrible habit of blaming whatever sad, sorry customer service person is within yelling range.

Airports are no different.

I have been made to feel PERSONALLY responsible for medical emergencies, snow, fog, rain, high winds, cancellations due to empty flights, and even for people's own stupidity.

No, traveler, I did NOT personally interrupt your Mexico plans with 6 inches of snow. Kindly fuck off, as you are going to make it to Mexico eventually, and I will still be stuck here, at the airport, serving the next self-pitying idiot who feels the need to make everyone around them feel like shit.

And then they don't even tip well. Jerks.

Like oh my god! I'm going to spell my name with 3 e's now, and it's going to end in a dollar sign!

I hate it in when peoples facebook names are followed by stars, or hearts, or random symbols, and any of that shit.

NO. Your name does NOT contain a ~ or a $ or a *. Don't these people understand how fucking irritating it is, and how stupid it looks? Apparently not. Also, when you're trying to find someone, and you put in their name, and they don't show up, because they've decided that they going to duplicate letters, and spell things different.

NO, you name is NOT Alexxxa. Your name is NOT Nicolee <3. Your name is NOT --Tara$$.

Seriously, you have a name, use it.

Really drunk, loud obnoxious people sitting in the restaurant side of bars.

The title says it all, right?

So, last night, some of the girls and myself were at a bar/restuarant, and we chose to sit on the restaurant side to have some drinks and appies. The people at the table beside us proceeded to get HAMMERED and couldn't keep their voices to anything below yelling.

Yes, I understand that we were in a drinking establishment, and that it gets loud on a Saturday night, but if you want to be a drunken fool, please move to the FUCKING BAR SIDE OF THE RESTAURANT

That is all.

Oh noes! I missed a blog!

I am very sorry, I didn't blog yesterday!

I'm attempting to do this everyday, so one day soon, there will be two rants to make up for that missed one.

What is my rant today?

My semi-retarded cat.

Don't get me wrong, I love my cat. 99% of the time he is super rad, but that other 1% of the time he spends meowing at my bedroom door at my parents place while I'm trying to sleep.

IT DRIVES ME UP THE WALL.

Sometimes I drive to my parents house after work on Thursdays, so I can spend all of Friday with them, and when I do this, my cat is ALWAYS waiting at the door for me. He proceeds to follow me through the house, and then sit at my bedroom door. And meow. FOREVER.

Most people would say "just let him in!"
But that is where it gets tricky.
I am allergic to cats!

This all comes about because I was napping today, and my cat woke me up every 5-10 minutes to let me know that, yes, he still wanted into the room.

Fucking cat.

What the fuck are they thinking?!

Seriously, why do people stretch their earlobes?!

I don't mean to normal amounts, like, if you can fit a pencil or a drumstick through your ear, fine, but if I can shove my cellphone, or my first, through your earlobe? That's fucked up. I really don't understand it at all. I mean, I've had my ears down to a 10, and I wear a 12 gage in them right now, which is only slightly larger than the 16 that they were pierced at, but seriously, why does anyone want to have nasty saggy earlobes?

Again, today, a short rant, but it's something that I will never understand.

Headaches.

Seriously, fuck headaches.

This may seem like a very obvious topic, but today, I really, really hate headaches.

Headaches are acceptable when you're hungover, at least then you know that you've earned it. But not today, today I am sick, I have a sorethroat, an earache, and worst of all I have a head-pounding, soul-crushing headache.

It's even making it hard to watch hockey!

For now, I'm going to bed.

Blog? Yes.

So, I've decided to start a blog. Well, I guess that much is obvious, but I thought I would start out with that anyways.

This blog will hold my daily rant. I've realized that the less I rant, the more angry I am as a person. My friends, family, and my roommate do not need to be subjected to my long winded rants, so a blog seemed like a perfect place to rant.

Also, when I don't rant, my road rage gets baaaaaad.

So, that's the topic for my first rant.

Rage rage inducing idiots in rush hour!

So, today I was stuck in an endless line of rush hour traffic. On a good day, rush hour is frustrating, on a bad day, it's soul crushing. Today I had one of those idiots in front of me who leaves approximately 10 car lengths between them and the car in front of them. This creates the opportunity for the cars from the other lane to move on over into your lane. So, I was getting pretty frustrated because my lane of traffic just continued to slow as the moron in front of me let in every car in sight. So, naturally, I moved over into the other lane, and passed them. Usually this would be the end of the frustration, correct? But no. The idiot who was in front of me, is now behind me, and is apparently pissed off that I passed them, as is now going to tailgate me! Hooray! So, for about 5km, I had this moron tailgating me, making me very nervous every time I had to so much as tap my breaks.

Luckily, I made it to my destination without crashing into, getting crashing into by, or maiming anyone. Success!