If you're interested in where the "I'm not one to complain, BUT" lingo came from . . . check out this post. If not, carry on. These are the things lately that are making me nuts, and they aren’t necessarily related to the pandemic.
WATER IS NOT SOAP:
When the hand soap in the little dispenser runs low, Coach will add a few centimeters of water to the dispenser as if that has now extended the life of the soap. He gets this habit from his mother. No comment.
I come along and decide to wash my hands (so this SEEMS related to the pandemic because we are all very focused on hand-washing, but I was washing my hands long before it was a crime not to - as I know we all were, my point - Coach has been doing this for a long time).
I've been correcting him forever, but he's often not in close enough proximity (at work) to hear me holler about it, so I fear my frustrations are not always heard. Trust me though, I know we have conversed about it. Still he persists. He and I have things to discuss at times that are very pressing and we embody the ‘two ships passing in the night’ scenario that makes it hard to remember to discuss soap dispensers.
When a small puddle of water shot out at me from the dispenser in the bathroom a few weeks ago I LET HIM KNOW THAT HIS PRACTICE OF ‘JUST ADD WATER’ IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. This is not pancake mix.
This man is a biology major. How can he be confused to think that a bit of water extends the life of a drop of soap? He tried to defend himself, but I made it clear that this practice was not amusing and as far as I'm concerned - not to happen again.
WHO CLOSED MY TABS?
I am the main user of the desktop. I also have a laptop. I have been keeping the laptop on the kitchen counter. The kids occasionally use the desktop and they usually ask me if they can use my laptop, maybe for something quick while in the kitchen. As of this writing (Oct. 9th), they are all still remote learners which means our house continues to be a busy place full of ‘where’s my chargers’ and ‘can’t you keep those babies quiet’ and ‘is there going to be a baby napping in my bedroom later?’
My kids and Coach make fun of me for keeping a good 70 tabs open at once. I like all my stuff open at the same time, and because I suck at technology I also keep things open out of fear that I might not be able to find them again. I have absolutely no idea how to bookmark something, and if I did - how would I then find the bookmarks?
As you can see, it is not always easy to be me.
Occasionally I will sit down at my desktop and I will notice that a kid has done something: checked email, shopped for shorts that would fit a size 14 girl (that one was a dead giveaway), etc. When I click out of their window, I often discover to my shock and horror that ALL OF MY TABS HAVE BEEN CLOSED.
If a kid is around, they can sometimes recover them, but not always.
A few weeks ago, I opened my laptop to find the following search: ‘Girl names that start with D.’ That would not have bothered me in the least, BUT all of my tabs were closed. I could not retrieve them.
The girls sheepishly admitted that while they were attempting to name their future offspring, Mini challenged Curly to come up with a girl’s name starting with ‘D’. This non-earth shattering search had me floundering to figure out how to re-open the tabs I use. I was super nervous, for instance, that I would not be able to figure out how to get back into Blackboard for the class I was taking at the time.
Anyone want to be a wise-ass and suggest that maybe an aging-before-her-time person should not be taking an online class if she may or may not be comfortable getting onto the class’ platform?
Let’s just say that my children now seem to understand that searching for pictures of puppies and funny videos should never be done on one of my devices.
Well, I didn't get very far on my gripe list. There are more things on my NOT ONE TO COMPLAIN, BUT . . . list, but seeing as I sometimes get wordy, I'll save the others for next time.
Anyone have a family member 'add water' to soap? Close out your tabs? Or otherwise drive you batty?
If you're looking for something to complain about (or celebrate, depending), I'm planning on limiting myself to 2 posts a week . . . for now. Lots going on in Shenanigan-ville. On weeks when I gotta share, well - then additional posts will pop up. This is me, living on the edge.