May 22, 2008
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I’ve got to be good so I can see my baby when I leave this world
That song creeps me the fuck out. But oh well, it’s a good song, probably one of the few (or only) Pearl Jam songs I know the lyrics to. Or even know.
Anyway. The people at work are annoying me. To no end. They complain about being fat and shit and then eat monster egg/cheese/bacon (or sausage) bagel sandwiches for breakfast. And get ice cream, chocolate, snacks during the afternoon. Look I don’t give a shit how fat you are (or aren’t), I really don’t, but I don’t want to fucking hear you complain about if you don’t take steps to fix it.
That’s one of my biggest issues with people in general. Complaining to me is fine because I complain all the damn time, but please do not complain consistently about the same issue and either take no steps to fix it, or worse… continue doing the things that you know will ensure it will never change.
Example 1: “I hate my job. I’m underpaid, undervalued, it sucks, and no one cares.” REPEATEDLY. Over the course of YEARS.
Solution: Hunt for a new job. Speak up at work and ask for a raise so that you’re not underpaid. Bring documentation to support that request. Perhaps even tell them you have another job offer. Whatever. UPDATE YOUR GODDAMN RESUME.
Example 2: “Ugh, I’m so fat, I am disgusting, I am a slob.”
Annoying as all get out: my response:
“Oh… do you want to work out together? I could use a running buddy.”
“Running?! No… I hate running.”
“It’s the fastest way for me to lose weight/fat. Well, how about this, it’s a lot easier to cut out calorie drinks from your diet. So either drink water or diet drinks. I would suggest cutting out soda altogether.”
“But I looove soda/coffee with lots of sugar and cream/whatever!!!”
“Um. Okay. How about just take a walk after you’re done eating lunch every day? Even a short 10 minute walk will help.”
“Nooo, I can’t do that, I [insert really lame reason].”
What I really want to say at this point: “WHY DON’T YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ACCEPT THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A FUCKING FAT ASS THEN?”
What I actually say: “Okay.” and then I walk away.
Seriously? How many times a week do I have conversations along these lines? Thankfully, none of these people are my friend, because I would not hold back and tell them to shut the fuck up already. I know I could fix some of my weight-woes, but I do try hard to do so, and I don’t complain about my weight every day. Actually, I can’t remember the last time I complained about it – I do mention it in passing occasionally but I never whine about being fat and then shove more chocolate in my face. Ugh.
Oops, I’ve had this open again since 10 am. Aiyah.
Anyway, here’s a picture for you guys.
Hooray for yummy lunch choices!
Comments (10)
Aiyah! I definitely feel you.
one of my friends, whenever I would blatantly recommend a solution to the “problem”, would turn and go all “oh no it doesn’t bother me; I’m just whining. It’s annoying? Fine I won’t tell you about it next time.” =_=
i don’t think that line is creepy at all.
the last kiss…
i agree about the complaining over the course of years thing! peoples need to do somethin about somethin.
Oy I hear you soooo fracking annoying! I know the consequences of enjoying the foods that bring me to gourmand ecstasy. So the is a balance or trade somewhere or I will just have to be accepting that my ass will grow to acquire it’s own area code. I LOVE Cherry Coke or Root Beer. But these types of drinks along with the full power sugary whole cows milk latte are gut expanders. So I limit or skip them entirely. I feel the same way about political discussion or people that complain about the state of the nation and are the same ones that don’t vote because “it doesn’t matter”. If you don’t take part in the political process or are to lazy to shut the fuck up I don’t want to hear your complaints, you lost the right to whine to me.
Not to beat this into a pulp but yeah this complaining just to complain never helped no one. We all gots ta do what we gots ta do, or continue to swim in proverbial hell. Power lies in the will to achieve, is it not?
i understand complaining, but of course some people just do not do anything to help themselves. or when you’re talking to someone like that and they’re like, oh what do YOU need to exercise for? you’re skinny (which I’m not) but besides, exercise make you healthier and just because i’m not as fat as you are doesn’t mean i shouldn’t lose a little weight and be healthier.
@bryantomato - oh it’s different when it’s friends. unless they do the consistently-same-problem-over-the-course-of-years. there was a girl who wouldn’t stfu about wanting a bf. so go fucking find one, go out instead of staying home all the time. and when i said this to her politely, invited her out and stuff, apparently i’m a bully HAHAHAHAH. whatever
@qnzalvin - the whole song, not the line
@Anniepooch - for *serious* dude!
@IagosEnvy - i love root beer too! i drink it every once in a while. when i have bbq (southern style, not grilling at someone’s house), must have root beer. and i’m right there with you.
@infinitiNY - hell yea!
@TamadaPeas - i hate when stuff like that becomes a pissing match. like wtf. what do i need to exercise for – if you think i’m skinny, well i need to exercise to maintain this shape while eating whatever the hell i want!
to everyone – the people i’m most griping about here are my coworkers (not friends, just the people in my area). they are all 40-60. one of them is 40ish and every so often tells me i’m thin and am lucky and then grabs her gut, but she’s slender and she goes to spin class and obviously works to keep herself in decent shape (she’s 40ish, in good shape for her age, looks great). but three of the other women complain about wanting to lose weight, then come in and eat all the garbage they want, and one of those other three women actually say she’s diabetic and then eats tons of sweets, cakes, candy, and i’m not her mother! i don’t need to tell her ‘hi are you stupid?’ because i’m sure she knows she shouldn’t be eating that shit, but you know, on a selfish level, it’s going to be on us (the people who sit near her) when she goes into diabetic shock/coma from eating all this garbage. it just pisses me off that i have to listen to them complain and i just want to slap them when they’re complaining about their weight while eating all this garbage.
don’t get me wrong, i am all for enjoying life, but i don’t find it enjoyable when i have to listen to them complain. ugh.
also, these particular people are assholes. that’s a whole other post though. i listen to my friends complain/whine regularly and don’t mind at all. sometimes you need to vent. that’s fine. it’s this kind of gross indifference to what you’re whining about that pisses me off.
@moonbunny - yea it’s different with friends. so sometimes I just shut up and let the storm brew over, hahaha
that song just played on my iPod, I thought that can’t be an original, your site popped up when I googled the lyrics, now I’m typing a comment for some reason, probably just to say I fucking hate complainers too.