today= good

woke up
got out of bed
ate breakfast
sunny day
played tennis
sat by the pool
ate organic burrito at north star
came home
world cup
showered

now i will go to EJ's to drink strongbow before going out


i am slowly learning that i have many pet peeves.
i am laid back (i think).
but there are certain little things that make me so aggro.

one is formatting.
for example, in spreadsheets. my intern is a NIGHTMARE for anal retentive formatters such as myself. she forever dicks around with my charts, updating when i ask her to- great. but i open my chart and there are random things in bold and italics, page breaks are jacked, and grid lines? jesus.
i'm not kidding at all about this.
and the one that seriously almost sends me OVER THE EDGE is opening the file to find every page's view set to 100% zoom. for chrissakes are you blind? who needs to see every word on the fucking page that big? it takes 30 minutes to scroll across the screen when the words are set to 3-mile-island-size.
it takes serious amounts of restraint not to say something. but how do i say it without sounding like a complete asshole?
sorry courtney, but i have a real problem with the fact that you leave my pages zoomed in so far when you update them. it's fine if your vision sucks and you need to see the words that big and shit, but for the love of all that is sacred, can you please put it back when you close out? thanks in advance. (ie: do it or you're fired)
of course i can't.
so instead, i try casually dropping it in conversation. we will talk about pet peeves and i will say, you know what really makes my head spin? blahblahblublublah.
nothing.
she agrees.
and promptly does it again. and maybe will throw in a completely different font in places for good measure.
it's like talking to a post sometimes.
or maybe she's waaaaaaaaaay smaarter than i think and does this shit just so see how far she can take it.
how far before i completely blow my top and she gets moved to a less workaholic fueled area of the business..

i wont even get into the other day when she turns to me in the middle of a meeting and asks if she can get lunch. yes, it was lunchtime, and everyone else was clearly sitting there whispering about being ravenous but NO ONE would just get up like "be back in a few, i'm really hungry."
i've got to hand it to her though.
this little bitch has got balls.

i discovered another one today.
it's called tennis etiquette people.
a can of tennis balls holds three shiny new balls. unless you lose one, there are three balls on the court (or vicinity) for the entire match. when you finish playing all three balls and go to pick up between points, ALL BALLS SHOULD BE PICKED UP.
this is not a joke. it is very rude when someone treks over to pick up a ball from the back fence and you stand there with one behind you and the other by the net on your side. seriously. move your ass and pick the others up! otherwise, you are ALWAYS having to pause to pick up balls.
if i had to watch kristen stand there one more time today while i was picking up a ball with a neon yellow spot in her periphery, i might have snapped. i finally started saying things like, "where's the third?" which then escalated to pointing at them and saying "ball please."

these are the things that plague me.

am i intolerant? of certain things, i guess yes.

i feel like i am very easy and laid back but i will always be a stickler for manners and etiquette. at least on my watch.

now i'm a little angsty.

time to listen to some good music and primp and preen myself before heading out tonight.
it's hot outside.
the mood is delicious.
ahhhhhh summertime, i loooooooooooove you.