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Not So Cool
Again, NO, I am not interested.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Funny Stories, Not So CoolOver the past couple of months, I’ve received two notices in the mail about a research project going on in my neighborhood. I did not read the whole thing but did notice whomever partakes in the study / survey will receive $30. Since I am already independently wealthy, I decided I did not care about a measly thirty dollars. OR, I am a private individual who does not enjoy sharing information with people who knock on doors, no matter the cause. ‘Cause in Seattle, there is always a cause.
A couple weeks ago a middle aged woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she politely began telling me about the research project going on and how I could become thirty dollars richer. I may have heard about it since notices were sent out in the mail. I explained to her that yes, I did hear of it and no, I am respectively declining. She attempted to convince me to do the research project. Again, I said, “No thank you…” and shut the door.
The second notice came in the mail and, as a good little girl, ripped it up and threw it away. Never did I think little miss interviewer would return. Not ten minutes ago, someone knocked on my door. No one visits me unannounced, so I immediately knew it was some sort of solicitation. I looked in the peep hole and who did I find? That woman. Little miss interviewer. Kita barked letting me know someone was at the door, just in case I didn’t hear them knock. I debated whether or not to answer but didn’t want her to continue to knock, knowing I was home. I cracked the door and asked, “How may I help you?” She started to explain who she was and how I probably remember and there were a few mail notices about this research project, yadda, yadda. Before she could get two more words in, I’d had enough. I interjected, putting my hand up, and in a calm and respectful tone I said, “Excuse me, as I said before, I am not interested and I will not be interested. So while I appreciate you asking again, I would appreciate you not coming back. Thank you.”
Speechless and taken aback, she fumbled for words and managed a flustered, “Okay.”
Tell me, who is the rude individual? The interviewer who goes to a private residence a second time asking a question the resident has already answered? OR the resident who after already giving a negative answer, gives an indefinite no?!
Stay the f**k away.
How very strange.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolToday I discovered a person I am friends with on Facebook died. We were the same age. He was close friends with friends of mine and I met him two or three times at their get togethers. I did not know him well but remembered him being very friendly and kind. I’ve wondered before what might happen to someone’s online profile they died. I clicked on his profile and was astounded. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures and posts cluttered his wall. Everyone wishing him well, wishing they knew him better, and saying goodbye. It brought tears to my eyes even though I didn’t really know him. People are innately good—this I firmly believe.
May he rest in peace.
Get the hint!
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolAs of late, I have been less than consistent with taking Kita out for walks. For the past week or so we’ve been going to other people’s houses and playing with their dogs so a walk seemed redundant. Today, however, we had no such play dates. I took Kita out this afternoon and we walked to the bank and then to the post office. It is a pretty short walk but the destinations are in fairly busy places; lots of cars, people and noises. Not surprisingly, Kita was overly anxious. She startled easily, relentlessly pulled on the leash and sniffed like there was no tomorrow. These types of walks are really frustrating. All I want is a nice easy stroll—not a sprint while holding onto a run-away bulldozer.
Needless to say, when I arrived at the post office, my patience dwindled. While tying Kita up to the pole, I did my best to keep my cool and calm her down. Just when I thought she was calm enough for me to go inside, this man with a Great Pyrenees started toward us. He was large(r) and very tall (like owner, like dog). As soon as Kita spotted them coming she was back up on all fours, ears perked and ready to rumble (or run away). When the large couple got within earshot the man asked, “Mind if we say hello?” As kind and polite as I could I declined, explaining how she was overly anxious today and I was attempting to calm her down at the moment. Right then, another lady spotted my cutest pup and, while talking on her phone, came up to say hello. Now my patience was really being tried. She heard the last bit of what I said about not wanting the dogs to say hi and says, “Oh but I can!” as she bent down and began petting Kita, who was now all kinds of crazy, flipping around and trying to loosen my hold on her. Luckily the lady did not stay long and went inside. Meanwhile, I maintained my hold on Kita while the strange and oddly large couple just stood there. It must have been—no exaggeration—two to three minutes. The man asked again if his gargantuan dog could say hello. I replied, “No, not today, but thank you for stopping by.” He remained and added a few awkward moments later, “Well she’s just a puppy—they’re all anxious at that age.”
What?! One, no, they aren’t—it all comes back to training, which I have clearly been slacking on. Two, what part of eff off did you not understand? Just because you have a dog and I have a dog, doesn’t mean they need to meet or that I will agree for them to meet. People with two year old children don’t seek out people in public places with like-sized and aged kids just so they can sniff each other’s privates and bite one another. And certainly people with 12 year old boys don’t walk up to mom’s with year-old-babies and ask to lick face. C’mon! Get the hint ya freak bitch!
Someone once told me they would start writing…
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolI have yet to see the evidence.
Tamms: get your shit together and do it.
I KNEW I Should Have Lied.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolI got the phone call today that I’ve been dreading all week. Breeder just called to let me know she’s been thinking long and hard about this all week and just can’t come to terms with letting an Akita puppy go into an apartment situation.
Why did I not lie from the get-go?
I’ve had my little heart set on an Akita for months now. I try to reason away from one and look into other breeds (and mutts) but always come back to Akitas. I am not opposed to adoption or a mixed breed, but it is extremely hard to find #1 a puppy and #2 an Akita puppy up for adoption. They are all like eight years old. La-hame.
I dunno wha to doooo. :0(