Randomness

I saw a woman in line at the grocery store last week. She was buying tons of organic food and expensive “all-natural” crap. She made the cashier get out the paper bags after she’d already bagged almost a quarter of her stuff in plastic… she said, “Oh, no, no… I’ll need paper bags… no need to kill the environment on my account.” I frowned. The plastic that wrapped all her precious organic food seemed to be ok… and since when was deforestation not an issue? Anyway, as the cashier finished ringing the woman up, the cashier asked if the health conscious environmentalist would like to donate $1 to help feed hungry families in the area. Quick ‘nope’ as she swiped her plastic card through the machine, and the trendy chick, who looked like she was in desperate need of a cheeseburger to me, headed for her no-doubt hybrid car. So, my question is… doesn’t help start at home? How can this woman justify spending $6 on milk, $10 on an apple, but not spare $1 to fund a charity that helps to feed starving families? I don’t get it. I mean, I understand the importance of saving the environment. I save and reuse my plastic bags, and I try hard not to litter. I drive a fuel efficient car, and I support politicians who support more liberal legislation for the environment. But seriously… starving children vs. organic milk? No contest. Give me contaminant and cows in cages, and give that kid some dinner. Sorry. Guess I’m just not very progressive. L
 
Normally I love the rain… especially the cold, pouring rain… but today, driving into work, it just scared me. And standing on the porch of Tom’s house—taking a break from the insanity—it just made me pensive. I don’t love the rain the way I used to. I can’t determine why that it.
 
I was almost going to get off early today. I was all set to get off early. I suppose I still could. But an old man who doesn’t know how to work his fax machine—and has a $34k invoice he needs today, won’t be home until right before I get off to fix his fax machine… so I may get stuck here. Fabulous.
I’m really kinda peeved about it. I may leave Tom a note to fax this guy later tonight, because I really want to go home early and get some pre-weekend house cleaning done. I’ve put in my time this week—like seriously!
 
Grant and I are going to the Richmond Funny Bone tomorrow night. I have discovered that I LOVE comedy clubs—especially this one. The 7:30 show is non-smoking, so I get to go, laugh, drink, have a great time, and still breathe the next day. Woohoo. We’re thinking about getting a hotel room west of Richmond and taking Sunday to drive out through the Shenandoah Valley. Grant drove through in April alone with the U-haul, and I drove though in June with my mom, but we haven’t been through it together. I’m hoping it’ll be a nice adventure. Perhaps we can even work in a mid-afternoon hike. It really should be great.
 
I have officially HAD IT with insurance companies. Medical insurance is a freaking’ crock of crap! I have had so much trouble in the past few days dealing with Grant’s doctor on this and my medications on that… it’s just hoop after hoop, and one little mistake cost us over $650 last month. Fruck. I’m not sure we’ll ever see that money again.
Speaking of money; for a young married couple who were “well off” only six months ago, I feel like we’re drowning now. I know that we aren’t, but it FEELS like we are. We aren’t paycheck to paycheck, but we’re getting close. I mean, with rent and bills and gas (with thank GOD is going down) and prescriptions and our credit card debit and student loans and car payments and insurance… where exactly are you supposed to get money to put into savings? Much less pay DOWN the credit card…
 
I desperately miss having manicured solar nails. I only keep them on for few months at a time—and in this economy and with the current money woes, there’s no way I’d pay $80/month—but looking down at my nails as I type…
 
Well, Tom just called. Apparently he’s far more concerned with me taking off early and having a good weekend than faxing Mr. Hayes this invoice. I love my boss today. I’m out.