One is [supposedly] the Loneliest Number...

Today was characteristic of Florida in the summer, choc-full o' sporadic rain. I decided that since I had an exam to study for and I didn't want to endanger my precious car anymore than necessary, so I decided would just stay in the office for lunch.

I did just that, and walked to the back of the building, headed for the break room. However, once I came through the double-doors into the hall, I knew the break room was not where I wanted to be. Considering my migraine and concurrent lack of patience/socialization skills, a room full of loud, cliché nerds ex-librarians.


Thankfully, a much quieter repose awaited me in the lounge (directly across from the break room). I quickly scarfed down my meal and then made an attempt to sort through the million and ten things running around the track that is my brain. Just as I was finally making some headway, a woman poked her head into the lounge and saw me. She then took it upon herself to come into the room and ask, "Awww. Why are ya in here eating alone?" I proceeded to tell her, "Oh, I was just eating lunch - I just wanted to sit some place quiet." Evidently, she didn't believe me...

Is it so difficult to fathom that a woman may want to sit, alone, at a table and not want to converse with other people? The concept is not so foriegn to me. I enjoy being alone with myself and my thoughts. It's much more diffcult for me to focus on my internal monologue when I'm in the company of other people. I know I can't be the only one. There must be other women who do the same. But for now, from what I can tell, because I ate alone in the lounge, I am antisocial.

For the love of privacy...

Believe it or not, there are a few logical guidelines for bathroom ettiquite. While there may not be a published handbook of "Do's and Dont's for the Public Restroom", though there should be; there are certain common sense standards to bear in mind.


For the good of the public, allow me to ellaborate.

1. Do what you can to leave space between yourself and fellow stallmates. There's no sense invading someone else's personal bubble when there is room two stalls down.

2. Do your business and get out. Some people have shy bladders/rectums. That person three stalls down who's been in there a while may just be waiting for some "Alone Time".

3. For the love of God, do NOT try to start up personal conversations and/or compliment people while in the bathroom unless the two of you came into the bathroom together. Someone who just excreted something from his/her body probably doesn't want to hear that you his/her shoes.

Not so "convienient" anymore...

I don't know about you, but I'm not nearly akin to carting around loose change on my person as I was back in "the day." Frankly, I don't even carry cash half the time, what with the modern convieniences of ATM's and POS terminals. Out of all my monthly bills, I don't write a single check thanks to the wonderful advent of "pay by phone" and "online bill pay."

Why is it then that vending machines have not yet began accepting check/credit cards? I've see pay phones doing it, but not one soda machine with that capability. Perhaps it's just my locale, but I for one think the profits would skyrocket for those adventageous enough to outfit their vending machines with such capabilities.

Yes, I may complain about some of the so-called "modern conviencies" of the day, as many of them are more of a botheration than anything else. But, the idea of a vending machine that accepts my Mastercard...that's priceless.

Oh the lure of new blogging sources...

I am, have been, and always will be a LiveJournal girl.
[tally_cat on LJ]
Or so I say now.
Being that I have a paid LJ account through next year - I know I will be fore at least that long.

What's sick is, I'm really liking the Blogger interface.
Ugh. I'd hate to change. I've had an LJ for 3 years...

Anyhow. The purpose of this blog, however, will be less about my personal life and more related to social obervations and commentary. [I do, however, retain the right to say whatever I please.]