Well first of all, I must admit it is very rude of us not to have posted any observations of rude behavior in almost a whole month!! What's going on? Has the world suddenly become a kinder, gentler, and more considerate place? Or have the masses started reading this blog and seen the error of their ways?
Hmm... doubtful. More likely we authors have just been too busy and too lazy to post (respectively - I'm the lazy one).
So now, I give you my bubble story.
I was standing in line at Subway last week when another woman got in line behind me. Once I got to the counter I could feel her presence. As I moved down the counter to have ingredients added to my sammy she was literally standing just inches to my left. If we'd been outside she would've been in my shadow. She wasn't touching me, but if I leaned just so, she would have been.
I just don't understand this. Was she trying to get closer to her sandwich? Was she trying to figure out the best way to steal my purse? Did she just like the way I smelled? (I do bathe every day!)
I get that not everyone requires a three-foot bubble around their person in order to feel comfortable, and some people have no need for "personal space" at all. But why not err on the side of caution, and take a step back to ensure another person's comfort? Besides, you never know if they'll be wearing dirty undies that day... (No, I wasn't!)
I admit that sometimes when this happens to me I move my purse around just enough to nudge the offender with it, you know, to let them know they're a TAD close. Not very polite, and I do save that for extreme situations. (Although, in extreme situations the purse-nudge never works, but it does make me feel a tiny bit better.) Besides, this lady was rather diminutive and I probably would have gotten her right in the head. What do you think - is it acceptable/polite to ask someone standing in your "personal space" to move? How would you handle the situation? Have you ever asked someone to get out of your bubble?
-Kitty
Monday, October 26, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
One Spritz!!
I am gagging.
Until recently, I thought it was just men who had a hard time grasping the concept of cologne moderation. Then the Temp started here.
It's not every day, but at least once a week she breezes to her desk in a thick fog of perfume, leaving everyone gasping for air in her wake. Lucky me, I get to sit right across from her all day! She hasn't been here 15 minutes and I already have a headache. Plus, she has literally sprinted past me 4 times already. It's like she's trying to stir up a hurricane of her own stench.
Not that it makes a difference whether it's Designer Impostors or Chanel #5, but I must mention that her particular eau de toilet reminds me of someone's crazy, old Aunt Myrtle. It smells like a base of baby powder layered with herbs, and it is in no way pleasing to the nostrils. And trust me, it's even worse when you can taste it.
Therefore, I thought it my duty to get the word out: ONE spritz of perfume, please! I'm of the opinion that no one should be able to smell you unless they're close enough to hug you. Especially when people are forced to be around you all day (like at WORK, for example??). At home, you can bathe in it for all I care, but PLEASE consider others before subjecting the general public to your odor.
-Kitty
Until recently, I thought it was just men who had a hard time grasping the concept of cologne moderation. Then the Temp started here.
It's not every day, but at least once a week she breezes to her desk in a thick fog of perfume, leaving everyone gasping for air in her wake. Lucky me, I get to sit right across from her all day! She hasn't been here 15 minutes and I already have a headache. Plus, she has literally sprinted past me 4 times already. It's like she's trying to stir up a hurricane of her own stench.
Not that it makes a difference whether it's Designer Impostors or Chanel #5, but I must mention that her particular eau de toilet reminds me of someone's crazy, old Aunt Myrtle. It smells like a base of baby powder layered with herbs, and it is in no way pleasing to the nostrils. And trust me, it's even worse when you can taste it.
Therefore, I thought it my duty to get the word out: ONE spritz of perfume, please! I'm of the opinion that no one should be able to smell you unless they're close enough to hug you. Especially when people are forced to be around you all day (like at WORK, for example??). At home, you can bathe in it for all I care, but PLEASE consider others before subjecting the general public to your odor.
-Kitty
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Kabuki Death Mask
I was on the dreaded lunch hour in need of some new face make-up. As I bobbed and weaved with the old-timers on the road to Macy's, I was excited at the prospect of some new make-up.
I confidently walked up to the Clinque counter. ( face make-up of choice) I didn't want to got to the MAC counter and come out looking like a middle aged stripper,and I felt I was just WAY to young for Lancome and besides Clinque has always been there for me.
I was greeted warmly by Juanita, she was pleasant and understanding and asked me lots of questions on what I was looking for. I thought, this is good, Juanita is older than me, she understands my needs more so than "Syndi" with and "i" would. As I was discussing what I look for in face make up ( eg: light, NEVER heavy, not trying to pretend I have perfect skin, just a touch of cover, with a hint of sunblock)Juanita thought this certain type of make up would work well for my needs and could she apply some to my face? SURE! Why not! OH LORD! Juanita broke out a PAINT BRUSH! ( if I am lying I am dying) and proceeded to dump about a 1/4 of a cup of make up on the back of her hand and started PAINTING it on my face! PAINTING PEOPLE! NOT JOKING! Oh, and she only did half my face! Half of my face looking like a beige tarp, and the other looked like a white and pink blotchy road map. OMG! WTF?
Being the nice person that I am, I couldn't hurt Juanita's feelings, she was SO proud. So I ask, "would you mind doing the other half".. ( FAMOUS LAST WORDS) she again, dumped about 1/2 a cup of make up on the back of her hand and proceed to PAINT the other half of my face. PEOPLE! MY LIPS WERE GONE! MY WRINKLES EMPHASIZED! I was an inch deep in Clinque makeup. Juanita, steps back looks at her handy work and asked if I wanted some lipstick! I quickly said NO! OH, HELL NO ( in my brain).
I quickly made my purchase ( YES! I BOUGHT THE CRAP), and realized I had to still go get lunch! Me and my KABUKI DEATH MASK had to walk through the mall to Subway. The poor kid at Subway he didn't know where to look. He took my order, refused to look me in the eye, but I don't blame him, how could he? I looked like a nut, one of those bag ladies with their make up all smeared on their face, all I needed was some lipstick in a shocking pink and I would have been committed.
With my head down, I ran out of the mall and to my car, called my friend and vented. I looked down at my cell phone it was COVERED in make up, still I swear there is make up on the keys of my phone. I looked in the mirror as I was driving and didn't recognize myself. Now I still had to walk into work! I walked as fast as I could to the bathroom, and got a real good look at Juanita's handy work! JEEZ JUANITA! Was your previous profession, painter. There wasn't enough toilet paper in the bathroom to get it off. I felt GROSS.
The best part is, I ask the guy at the front desk, if I look horrible with all that make up, and you know what he says? "Oh, it looks good". WTH? Men just don't understand.
-Katherine - wearer of the Kabuki Death Mask
I confidently walked up to the Clinque counter. ( face make-up of choice) I didn't want to got to the MAC counter and come out looking like a middle aged stripper,and I felt I was just WAY to young for Lancome and besides Clinque has always been there for me.
I was greeted warmly by Juanita, she was pleasant and understanding and asked me lots of questions on what I was looking for. I thought, this is good, Juanita is older than me, she understands my needs more so than "Syndi" with and "i" would. As I was discussing what I look for in face make up ( eg: light, NEVER heavy, not trying to pretend I have perfect skin, just a touch of cover, with a hint of sunblock)Juanita thought this certain type of make up would work well for my needs and could she apply some to my face? SURE! Why not! OH LORD! Juanita broke out a PAINT BRUSH! ( if I am lying I am dying) and proceeded to dump about a 1/4 of a cup of make up on the back of her hand and started PAINTING it on my face! PAINTING PEOPLE! NOT JOKING! Oh, and she only did half my face! Half of my face looking like a beige tarp, and the other looked like a white and pink blotchy road map. OMG! WTF?
Being the nice person that I am, I couldn't hurt Juanita's feelings, she was SO proud. So I ask, "would you mind doing the other half".. ( FAMOUS LAST WORDS) she again, dumped about 1/2 a cup of make up on the back of her hand and proceed to PAINT the other half of my face. PEOPLE! MY LIPS WERE GONE! MY WRINKLES EMPHASIZED! I was an inch deep in Clinque makeup. Juanita, steps back looks at her handy work and asked if I wanted some lipstick! I quickly said NO! OH, HELL NO ( in my brain).
I quickly made my purchase ( YES! I BOUGHT THE CRAP), and realized I had to still go get lunch! Me and my KABUKI DEATH MASK had to walk through the mall to Subway. The poor kid at Subway he didn't know where to look. He took my order, refused to look me in the eye, but I don't blame him, how could he? I looked like a nut, one of those bag ladies with their make up all smeared on their face, all I needed was some lipstick in a shocking pink and I would have been committed.
With my head down, I ran out of the mall and to my car, called my friend and vented. I looked down at my cell phone it was COVERED in make up, still I swear there is make up on the keys of my phone. I looked in the mirror as I was driving and didn't recognize myself. Now I still had to walk into work! I walked as fast as I could to the bathroom, and got a real good look at Juanita's handy work! JEEZ JUANITA! Was your previous profession, painter. There wasn't enough toilet paper in the bathroom to get it off. I felt GROSS.
The best part is, I ask the guy at the front desk, if I look horrible with all that make up, and you know what he says? "Oh, it looks good". WTH? Men just don't understand.
-Katherine - wearer of the Kabuki Death Mask
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Red Zone is for Emergency Vehicles
Really, I am so sick of this whole age of entitlement. Is it everywhere, or does it just run rampant here in Southern California?
To the apparently able-bodied 30-something man driving the bright red sports car:
I don't care if you have 25 pieces of laundry to pick up from the dry cleaners. Hell, I don't care if you have 100 and you're missing both arms - which you clearly are not - you still don't have the right to park in the red zone.
Here's why:
1. This may come as a shock, but your car doesn't qualify as an "Emergency Vehicle."
2. Even if it did, picking up your dry cleaning doesn't count as an "Emergency."
*Sidenote - your hazard lights are for, you guessed it, hazards! They're not a free pass to park wherever you damn well please!
If the rest of us can park 30 feet away and carry our cleaning back to our cars (yes, sometimes in more than one trip), then so can you. Having money and driving a snazzy car doesn't make your dry cleaning pick-ups more urgent than anyone else's.
-Kitty
To the apparently able-bodied 30-something man driving the bright red sports car:
I don't care if you have 25 pieces of laundry to pick up from the dry cleaners. Hell, I don't care if you have 100 and you're missing both arms - which you clearly are not - you still don't have the right to park in the red zone.
Here's why:
1. This may come as a shock, but your car doesn't qualify as an "Emergency Vehicle."
2. Even if it did, picking up your dry cleaning doesn't count as an "Emergency."
*Sidenote - your hazard lights are for, you guessed it, hazards! They're not a free pass to park wherever you damn well please!
If the rest of us can park 30 feet away and carry our cleaning back to our cars (yes, sometimes in more than one trip), then so can you. Having money and driving a snazzy car doesn't make your dry cleaning pick-ups more urgent than anyone else's.
-Kitty
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's Okay to Say No
I am a fan of the Invitation. I like getting them, I like sending them, I like RSVPing and I like receiving RSVPs. Oh, and I LOVE making them.
Modern technology has really sprinkled a new flavor on invitations though, hasn't it? Personally, I still prefer a good old-fashioned paper invite, but you gotta love that you can send, receive and respond to an invitation via email, Evite, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, blogs, personal web pages, and message boards in mere seconds! What could be easier, cheaper or more efficient?
That said, I've noticed that no matter how you send an invitation, many people are still loathe to RSVP. Especially when they intend to decline.
I regret to admit that there was a time in my life when I was one of those people. But since then I've learned the error of my ways, and having thrown a wedding and plenty of smaller shindigs since, I've come to embrace the awesome wonder of the RSVP.
How else can a host know how many bottles of champagne to buy? How many places to set at the table? How many pizzas to order? What's a girl to do when she sends an Evite and sees that several people have viewed the invitation, but two days before the party still haven't seen fit to respond? Honestly, it hurts a little! I mean, I assume that these people aren't coming, but a little confirmation to that effect would be nice. Not to mention it'll save me some money so I don't end up buying an extra twelve-pack, "just in case."
So with that, I'm officially giving everyone out there in this great, big internet of ours permission to SAY NO!
Say it loud and proud!
If you can't, or don't want to attend a party, just say no! You don't even have to make up an excuse!
It's okay if you don't want to go, just PLEASE, I'm begging you, give the host a heads-up so she doesn't wind up buying 6 tri-tips for 12 people!
Accepts with pleasure,
Kitty
Modern technology has really sprinkled a new flavor on invitations though, hasn't it? Personally, I still prefer a good old-fashioned paper invite, but you gotta love that you can send, receive and respond to an invitation via email, Evite, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, blogs, personal web pages, and message boards in mere seconds! What could be easier, cheaper or more efficient?
That said, I've noticed that no matter how you send an invitation, many people are still loathe to RSVP. Especially when they intend to decline.
I regret to admit that there was a time in my life when I was one of those people. But since then I've learned the error of my ways, and having thrown a wedding and plenty of smaller shindigs since, I've come to embrace the awesome wonder of the RSVP.
How else can a host know how many bottles of champagne to buy? How many places to set at the table? How many pizzas to order? What's a girl to do when she sends an Evite and sees that several people have viewed the invitation, but two days before the party still haven't seen fit to respond? Honestly, it hurts a little! I mean, I assume that these people aren't coming, but a little confirmation to that effect would be nice. Not to mention it'll save me some money so I don't end up buying an extra twelve-pack, "just in case."
So with that, I'm officially giving everyone out there in this great, big internet of ours permission to SAY NO!
Say it loud and proud!
If you can't, or don't want to attend a party, just say no! You don't even have to make up an excuse!
It's okay if you don't want to go, just PLEASE, I'm begging you, give the host a heads-up so she doesn't wind up buying 6 tri-tips for 12 people!
Accepts with pleasure,
Kitty
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