"I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well, I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself " - 'Vindicated' - Dashboard Confessional
I have a nice little psychobabble conundrum that I don't know yet if I want to share with the rest of you so firstly I'm gonna talk about more mundane stuff. Otherwise it'll just be Rob and Niall who get to hear about it which is perhaps fitting as they're my two most prominent lurkers (people who read this but are just too lazy to actually pass any comment) anyway. Anyway on other topics for now especially the two things that really, really bugged the hell outta me yesterday.
Thing number 1. - The Express checkout in Dunnes Stores. The sign above it states quite clearly, in nice big lettering "10 Items or less". Now it's a pretty simple instruction I would have thought but yesterday proved to me that the average professional woman on her lunch break possesses no math skills whatsoever. All Niall wanted was to buy a box of one of those fruity cereals (Fruit N'Fibre or some such, if he ever gets motivated enough to post here then he can tell you himself) and the woman ahead of us had no less than 18 items in her basket. 18!!! I mean, that's nearly twice the limit. So I was quite vocal about this to Niall and the woman turned a strange sort of beetroot colour. That's when I noticed that the woman behind us looked a bit edgy and had kinda moved in front of her basket. So naturally I had a look... sure enough another overflowing basket. In all fairness like, 10 items people, 10. 10. That's ten. Dix. Zehn. Whatever like. The till-monkeys need to to take a stand (and as a till-monkey myself I'm allowed to use the term) and tell these people to fuck off back to the regular checkouts where they belong. If this is middle-aged, middle-class rebellion there is something badly wrong.
Thing number 2. - This is the one that really annoys me. RTE have long been held up as an example of a shit national TV station but last night they well and truly showed their ineptitude. Shelbourne were playing Deportivo La Coruna in the biggest match in the history of Irish club football. With about 8 minutes to play Shels were 2-0 down and desperately needed a goal. So did our respected national broadcaster give this struggle their undivided attention to it's ultimately miserable climax? Of course not, they split to a ridiculous split-screen so that we could watch the 1,500 metres final of the Olympics as well. In reality it meant that you couldn't watch either event properly. Then to compound this they actually got rid of the football for a couple of minutes so that we could watch a Moroccan and a Kenyan battle it out for the gold medal in what was to be fair a fine race. However I was livid to be honest and for a few reasons. First of all, they didn't announce they were cutting to the race until seconds before it false-started... so any athletics fans in the building had presumably already switched to the BBC (which offers far superior coverage in any case) to watch their race. Given the already shambolic coverage given to the eircom League it's a pretty safe bet that anybody actually watching the game wanted to see it all. Reason number 2 for my annoyance. There was no Irish interest in the race. Nothing. And as nice an athlete as El-Gherouj (or however he spells his name) is it was an awful judgement call to assume that the people watching Shels really cared more about what he did than an Irish football club who had overachieved to get where they were last night. So we used to produce pretty good middle distance runners fifteen years ago, why in God's name does that mean we'd sooner cheer athletes from other countries? And finally here's the part that really got to me. They get back to the real action just in time for Shels to concede a third goal, have a brief after match analysis and then go back to the athletics. Fair enough. I like the Olympics too after all. They show the 1,500 metres again. The whole race. A whole what? 10-15 minutes after the first airing of it. Complete and utter rubbish from RTE. But at this stage I'm hardly surprised...
Anyway on happier news I started jogging again. With Niall to keep me company. And tonight Bob will be coming even if I have to drag him by his armpit hair. Last night we were both pleasantly surprised that we managed to complete our little circut without collapsing in a sweaty, skinny heap of bones and testosterone. We're not as criminally unfit as we thought. So we're gonna do it every night from now on (though there will probably be exceptions when we're just not there I suppose).
I'm back at work tonight after two glorious days off. Which is bad. But I shall persevere. And stay strong. I'm just gonna finish up for now without getting into the thingy I referred to earlier on. Let's just say it centres on how much... actually let's not even go there for now. You all have a good day anyways (or night depending on what time you read this).
Stay happY
dAr
I have a nice little psychobabble conundrum that I don't know yet if I want to share with the rest of you so firstly I'm gonna talk about more mundane stuff. Otherwise it'll just be Rob and Niall who get to hear about it which is perhaps fitting as they're my two most prominent lurkers (people who read this but are just too lazy to actually pass any comment) anyway. Anyway on other topics for now especially the two things that really, really bugged the hell outta me yesterday.
Thing number 1. - The Express checkout in Dunnes Stores. The sign above it states quite clearly, in nice big lettering "10 Items or less". Now it's a pretty simple instruction I would have thought but yesterday proved to me that the average professional woman on her lunch break possesses no math skills whatsoever. All Niall wanted was to buy a box of one of those fruity cereals (Fruit N'Fibre or some such, if he ever gets motivated enough to post here then he can tell you himself) and the woman ahead of us had no less than 18 items in her basket. 18!!! I mean, that's nearly twice the limit. So I was quite vocal about this to Niall and the woman turned a strange sort of beetroot colour. That's when I noticed that the woman behind us looked a bit edgy and had kinda moved in front of her basket. So naturally I had a look... sure enough another overflowing basket. In all fairness like, 10 items people, 10. 10. That's ten. Dix. Zehn. Whatever like. The till-monkeys need to to take a stand (and as a till-monkey myself I'm allowed to use the term) and tell these people to fuck off back to the regular checkouts where they belong. If this is middle-aged, middle-class rebellion there is something badly wrong.
Thing number 2. - This is the one that really annoys me. RTE have long been held up as an example of a shit national TV station but last night they well and truly showed their ineptitude. Shelbourne were playing Deportivo La Coruna in the biggest match in the history of Irish club football. With about 8 minutes to play Shels were 2-0 down and desperately needed a goal. So did our respected national broadcaster give this struggle their undivided attention to it's ultimately miserable climax? Of course not, they split to a ridiculous split-screen so that we could watch the 1,500 metres final of the Olympics as well. In reality it meant that you couldn't watch either event properly. Then to compound this they actually got rid of the football for a couple of minutes so that we could watch a Moroccan and a Kenyan battle it out for the gold medal in what was to be fair a fine race. However I was livid to be honest and for a few reasons. First of all, they didn't announce they were cutting to the race until seconds before it false-started... so any athletics fans in the building had presumably already switched to the BBC (which offers far superior coverage in any case) to watch their race. Given the already shambolic coverage given to the eircom League it's a pretty safe bet that anybody actually watching the game wanted to see it all. Reason number 2 for my annoyance. There was no Irish interest in the race. Nothing. And as nice an athlete as El-Gherouj (or however he spells his name) is it was an awful judgement call to assume that the people watching Shels really cared more about what he did than an Irish football club who had overachieved to get where they were last night. So we used to produce pretty good middle distance runners fifteen years ago, why in God's name does that mean we'd sooner cheer athletes from other countries? And finally here's the part that really got to me. They get back to the real action just in time for Shels to concede a third goal, have a brief after match analysis and then go back to the athletics. Fair enough. I like the Olympics too after all. They show the 1,500 metres again. The whole race. A whole what? 10-15 minutes after the first airing of it. Complete and utter rubbish from RTE. But at this stage I'm hardly surprised...
Anyway on happier news I started jogging again. With Niall to keep me company. And tonight Bob will be coming even if I have to drag him by his armpit hair. Last night we were both pleasantly surprised that we managed to complete our little circut without collapsing in a sweaty, skinny heap of bones and testosterone. We're not as criminally unfit as we thought. So we're gonna do it every night from now on (though there will probably be exceptions when we're just not there I suppose).
I'm back at work tonight after two glorious days off. Which is bad. But I shall persevere. And stay strong. I'm just gonna finish up for now without getting into the thingy I referred to earlier on. Let's just say it centres on how much... actually let's not even go there for now. You all have a good day anyways (or night depending on what time you read this).
Stay happY
dAr
posted by Ironyisgod at 1:01 PM
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Niall has told it as it is. And perhaps I should be slghtly ashamed of myself. I'm not though. :-D
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