Questions...

I've had these questions in my mind the past few days. I have wondered them before. And still can't think of a reasonable answer that makes sense. So I thought that I would ask here to see if maybe you had an answer.



Why is it that people with the most money have the worst taste? I swear, they buy the ugliest clothes and handbags. Not to mention their big goddey jewelry. And their homes? Don't even get me started on the way the choose to decorate. I am sure that their is some kind of rich person club where forest green granite counter tops, oak flooring with gray tile grout and huge marble fire places are all the rage. But in my opinion it is fugly decor at it's finest.



Do you have to be inordinately out of your mind crazy to be someones boss?

Having just finished my temp job with Lenny. I have been doing little day jobs here and there until I find a permanent position. One job I did this week for a person who owns an art supply store. She needed her quickbooks started and her contacts updated. Easy enough. While she was very nice she did have her moments of being a total nut. For example, when I asked her a question, no matter what it was, her answer was always "Yes. No. Hmmm, well I don't know. Okay yes, well, let me think" Oh-Kay. Her nuttiness is no match for Lenny's. Who's is really? With all my experiences working, I have noticed a trend. All bosses are out of their minds. Be it with their beliefs that employees are to be treated like idiots or that their business thriving depends on how well you stamp an envelope. They are coo coo for cocoa puffs. Certifiably.



Why is it that when I wear a nice new white shirt something happens, something ALWAYS happens for that shirt to get ruined?

And it is only when I am wearing something new and white. Never when I am wearing new black or gray or pink. Only white. And it's always some kind of weird thing too. Like I am asked to carry a box to someones car and mud gets on me. Or someone doesn't see me when they are walking out a door and they bump into me with their coffee. Or whatever. But it's only when I am wearing white.



Why is it that people drive like a-holes?

I don't get it. How is driving like a giant douche going to get them to where they need to go any faster? And the weaving in and out of lanes? My friend wrote about an experience of hers with an a-hole driver. It is so true. I would say I have an encounter like that weekly. Drivers like that so need to be voted off the island.


Where does the time go?

Plain and simple. How is it that Thanksgiving is a week from today? And Christmas is in a month? How?