Today my computer yelled at me.
Well, more accurately, Facebook yelled at me. Funny how guilty you can feel after a scolding from an inanimate object run by electrical impulses sent through a system of mysterious, invisible, mathematical equations. (is the internet alien-based? hmmm….that’s a blog for another day)
I play a stupid, addicting cooking game on Facebook, and we used to be able to add friends willy-nilly. Which is great, because this game is ridiculous and you have to bug everyone you’ve ever met in your life to advance at all. Complete strangers are helpful in these quests; they don’t know you from Adam, but don’t care – they’ll send whatever parts you need so long as it helps them down the line.
But Facebook has changed a ‘friending’ policy, so that you can’t send friend requests to people you don’t already know, or know friends of. (this blog is getting confusing; are you with me here?) Which is great, really, because I feel more hopeful about the stalker I tried to block, and the chance that he might not be a bother again. (although technically I still work with him, so I guess this won’t help overall)
Well I failed to read all the fine print of the updated ‘friend/not friend’ prviacy policy, and I got a note that the Facebook gods were scornful of me and needed some kind of blood sacrifice, or a gigabyte of cheese pizza or something. Yeesh… make me feel guilty for playing your damn game, why don’t you! So, I’m sorry person I upset by sending you a note that you could have easily just said “NO” to. And I’m sorry Facebook, that I upset your delicate structure and offended your new and improved policies.
Whew…getting in trouble by strangers and the World Wide controller of all thoughts is hard work, and tiring. I better go lie down.
i don’t want to be ungrateful. it’s important to me to be thankful for things in life, and to try to see the silver lining in everything. focusing on the positive is a good thing. very nice.
we’ve sent people to the moon, and created a communication system that flies thorough space invisibly but manages to connect us to someone clear across the world, and we’ve even made nasty tasting stamps into stickers, so we don’t all die of glue poisoning; you’d think we could figure out a way to make construction machines, devices, and vehicles more quiet.
again, i’m not trying to be ungrateful. thank you, construction workers, for fixing my road. and making the sewer system better so that my neighborhood doesn’t smell like a piss pot from the 1800’s. thank you for fixing the potholes in my street so my car doesn’t get a flat and my neighbor doesn’t spill coffee on himself when he is driving, drinking, and texting on his way to work.
thank you, city workers.
but, if you don’t mind my asking, why do you have to do all this at 7:30 in the fucking morning?
it’s not like you’re beating the traffic rush; every other fucking person on the planet has to be to work at 8 or 9, so they are already out on the road, spilling their coffee down their shirts after they drive over one of the potholes you guys will be fixing next week. in someone else’s neighborhood. where you will be waking up other innocent, slumbering folk with your loud fucking trucks and hammering machines that turn my morning into a three hour MRI that tells me no information about myself, except that i am a surly, grumpy bitch when i don’t get enough sleep.
but thank you, for fixing the roads. this is important to me, because i drive on them. and i will be driving on them later today, as i take my grumpy ass to work, and continue to complain because you guys were also working this weekend – ON A SATURDAY – early in the morning, when good people should really be in bed working off a hangover, and there you were WORKING HARD outside my window at 8 am. wow, you guys are dedicated. and now, now that i am half awake and stumbling through the house looking for caffeine, and resigning myself to 5 hours of sleep instead of the much preferred and needed 10, you are taking a coffee break, and there is glorious silence throughout the land.
i’m not being ungrateful; but tomorrow, when you do all this again, could you maybe have your coffee break and lunch at the START of the day, and delay working on that awesome road until at least, i don’t know, 7:55?