Not that anyone else really cares...

I realize that what I am about to complain doesn't apply to anyone but me, but it ticked me off. Here's a little bit of background info: At the fine establishment that is Panera Bread, we do catering. Because some orders are very large, the catering person (we'll call her Sally) has her very own "line" with all the things she needs to fill her orders. By line I mean big huge refrigerator thingy that holds pans of everything from sauces to delicious cold cuts. No one but Sally is allowed to use things out of this line, but Sally does not stock her line. The people who close at night are responsible for it, which is, in itself, ridiculous. It's a giant pain where the sun don't shine.

Now for the part that infuriates me: On Easter Sunday, I was working. I had also worked the day before, both early morning shifts. Needless to say, I didn't want to be there. So 2 o'clock rolled around and I asked if I could leave. I was asked to do the temperature log and then I could leave. So I did it...kinda. No one actually does the thing, it takes forever. So some I took the temp and some i just made up numbers. So I took the temp log to the manager and asked if I could go. Apparently, on Easter, it is a crime to be tired and sad that you're not with your family. I was told that I had to stock Sally's line before I could leave. All because I had asked to leave when my shift was over (ridiculous, I know). Not only do I disagree with having to do it as a closer, but now I was being told to do work that was not my responsibility. It took over an hour. On Easter. Did I mention it was Easter?

The point I'm trying to make is screw Panera. They're overpriced and rude. Your bread and soup is NOT worth my pain and suffering. Keep that in mind next time you have a craving for a panini. Thanks much :)

Holy Lack of Education

Today's rant is brought to you by none other than the finest English teacher in Southwest Virginia (which is NOT a compliment)

Let me tell you what I wasted 55 minutes of my life (which I'll never get back) doing today...

I went to English class where my teacher started off my telling us she didn't finish grading our papers because she has 75 students and the papers are 6 pages long and so she has 350 pages to read! (To those of you who aren't so quick, it's 450. She's clearly underestimating herself.) She then spent the entire rest of the class going over what she referred to as "vital information for writing our next paper"...Here's what she said:

1. Staple your pages together
2. Print 2 copies or make sure you save your paper
3. Don't include any source material you didn't use

Is this real life?

Apparently, it's a touchy subject.

Well here I go again...remember the english teacher that can't form sentences that I mentioned? Let's elaborate. The woman cannot even keep her train of thought long enough to finish it. She cuts herself off and argues with herself and is really just strange. And she never says one single thing without writing it on the whiteboard. Which is just ridiculous. Well I am currently writing a paper for that class, and quite frankly, I want to find her and ask her what she was on while she was grading my last paper. It's an english class, not a "please insert your opinion and grade me based on whether or not you agree with my opinion" class. She missed the memo. The woman literally took my sentence that read "These numbers are overwhelming." and crossed out overwhelming and wrote interesting. Really? Not a fan of my adjective choice? I don't find those particular numbers interesting, actually. I may or may not purposely butcher this paper with questionable adjectives in high hopes that it makes her head explode...

On a side note, Anne Burrell on the Food Network just informed her viewers that if you have a peanut allergy, you could fry in canola instead. Anyone who has ever watched Good Eats knows that's entirely inaccurate. The allergy part is in the protein of the peanut, so people with peanut allergies can still use peanut oil. DUH, get it together Anne Burrell, yeesh.

Why I Rage...

Well, that answer is simple: I can't keep my mouth shut. When I see something that makes me angry, I have an overwhelming desire to say what I think. Normally I would just post it on Facebook, but that poses 2 problems:

1. Everyone can see it, whether they want to or not.
2. I can't talk about the people I'm Facebook friends with on Facebook...and they're usually the ones to piss me off in the first place.

So I've decided to make this my safe haven. I can vent and get it out of my system without hurting anyone's feelings. So here's what the complaints of the day are...

-People whose parents cater to them. How is anyone supposed to learn to be responsible and accountable if no one ever makes them? If everything is just handed to them all the time, they never have to work for or earn anything. They think that they can have whatever they want, whenever they want it. Newsflash: YOU CAN'T. Not in the real world. People in the real world are going to say "no" and make you work for the things you want. So unless you plan on living in your parents basement till you croak, I'd suggest you cut the umbilical cord, cuz obviously someone forgot to do it at birth.

-People of authority who are, essentially, incompetent. I payed over $4000.00 this semester to take classes and learn. That is most definitely not what is going on at that godforsaken school. I have an online class that is constantly submitting tests half way through, an english teacher who can't form a complete sentence to save her life, and a biology teacher who I'm approximately 86% sure is on some sort of methamphetamine. I would most definitely not call that a quality education. Thanks for wasting my money, you morons.

-Last, but not least, people who post their entire personal lives on Facebook. It's one thing to be like "this is what I did, where I did it, and who I did it with". It is another to post some of the things I've seen...

1. After a girl in my graduating class gave birth, she apparently passed a large bloody mass while urinating. She not only posted this on Facebook, but suggested that it was her child's unborn twin. Good Lord, if I wanted to hear about the gory details of your bathroom life, I would ask. Also, that sounds highly unlikely since she peed it and last time I checked, you don't pee babies. Yeesh...

2. Just this fine evening, a girl who gave birth not even a month ago (she's 18) posted this status; "Robert thinks he's getting a piece of ass for our anniversary." C'est la vie, if you don't learn your lesson from having a baby, you never will. That being said, I have no interest in your sex life. Hell, I have no interest in your life period. And isn't the point of a status to get some kind of feedback? What do you say to that? Good luck? Spare me.


Although I could go on forever, I'll call it a night so I have something to say tomorrow.


till then...