Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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I ain't too proud to bug.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Quit that infernal racket!!!

It really bums me out when someone has a problem with me and they won't take it up with me directly. I got a letter today from my housing office saying that someone had filed a complaint of too much noise coming from my place. Okay, it's true I turn the radio on way too loud, but wouldn't you just knock on the door and say turn that down, please? Or perhaps you would like to wait for me to emerge from my home and then politely say "Gee, I like to listen to the radio, too. But I have my own. I don't need to listen to yours. But thanks for thinking of me."? Instead, going covertly to a higher power without ever giving me a chance to correct the problem is so cowardly and makes me mad. So, now I am finding myself glaring at everyone and when the person who lives above me made some noise that sounded like she was sending a bowling ball careening over the floor, I was tempted to march up there and tell her that league night is MONDAY, not WEDNESDAY!

The best part of waking up...

The first thing I do when I wake up is start the coffee pot. I love that by the time I get out of the shower, the whole house is fragranced by the hearty scent of Café Godiva Chocolate Crème Coffee. (I got a sack of it for Christmas, and while the coffee is long gone, the memories linger. That’s some good stuff.) Personally, I like flavoured coffees with a plain cream. I also like plain coffee with flavoured cream. (I don’t want any whipped cream near my coffee, though.) My boss tells me that he thinks coffee should be coffee flavoured and that you don’t mess with perfection. I say, what’s wrong with making something great, better? I think we settle into what we get used to and fear change. But what if my fear of whipped cream is making me miss out on one of the greater joys of life and I won’t ever know because I refuse to take a chance?