May 10th, 2001

JOY

2.5 Children, a dog, a sensible mid-sized car...

My best friend is throwing a party for her boyfriend this weekend. It's a barbecue complete with the outdoor patio, hotdogs and beer. I volunteered to make my mother's macaroni salad that while a crowd pleaser, is rightly so because dammmit, it's delicious. As the party nears, I grow excited about the event, and I grow even more excited about the prospect of making the macaroni salad.

As a result, I am stricken with confusion. What am I excited about? Is it the familiar comforting taste of the macaroni salad? Is it the anticipation of sharing something I love with the people whose company and opinion I value most? Is it simply the fact that I'm excited to make a mayonnaise-based side dish for a barbecue, bring it to my friend's house in tupperware, bask in the praise of the salad-eaters, and make a comment before I leave that I have to pick my tupperware up next time I come over? Is it the pastoral suburban joy of a pot luck dinner that has fabricated itself in my mind? Does this mean I will use a minivan to taxi my brood to soccer practice?
  • Current Music
    Pixies - Doolittle
JOY

Hmm...

I dropped my relish and now my floor's all sticky. I wonder if anything dirty can be insinuated from that.
  • Current Music
    none...TLC's Mysteries of the Mummy or something is on TV.
JOY

Bitch and you shall receive

I found a product so beneficial to my live as a whole and so wonderful in every way that I went to the company's website and told them how much I love it. I figure I complain enough, particularly to those whose job it is to do things and make things that are for my benefit, (i.e., at restaurants, framing shops, people who try to cock me around on ebay, that fucking metermaid, etc.) and I'm sure I have eaten my literal and figurative share of lougies as a result. Enough of the jive. Tonight was about spreading the love.

Complaining and complaints have been a theme today. I was engaged in two separate conversations about the same subject, both of which I told to the other person that I was pleased to be out of the Customer Service field, as I am tired of hearing other people complain (maybe why I'm so willing to inflict the pain I know so well on others). There has also been a recent phenomenon in which once I complain about something to a friend or in this forum, within hours, I am approached with some positive news or comfort about the offending issue. Maybe it's karma, maybe someone is watching over me. Maybe I should start complaining about how those a-holes in my parking lot who think their '97 Civic is such a precious ride that they need to straddle two spaces.

But if this trend continues, there will be a whole lotta bitchin' goin' on.
  • Current Music
    Catatonia - Equally Cursed and Blessed