Dear Internet Explorer, you are that tiny man who wants to grind up on you at the club. You're a tinder creep who won't stop asking you to sleep with him. You're that strange kid at the coffee shop who gives sits there with 1 cup of coffee your entire shift. Waiting, hoping that one day you'll have a moment of weakness, agree to go out with him, then he'll try to brush his arm against your boob.
Let me break it down for you, I will NEVER agree to going out with you. Ever. ever. ever. Stop asking me to let you be my default browser, it won't happen. Stop Asking. Believe me, I have no idea why that one website works best with you, I really don't and I promise that I'm only there because I absolutely have to be. #NeverGonnaHappenInternetExplorer
Sorry, I had to get that out. I have to use Internet Explorer to access the site that houses our call recordings and I don't understand why there's no way to tell IE to stop asking me if I want it to be my default browser.
It's Wednesday and time to confess my sins and throw up some hashtags. Let's get started!
Sunday my asshole cat was sleeping on the bed as always and he got locked in the bedroom. He apparently had to go to the liter box, and I get that he couldn't hold it but did you really have to take a dump on my boots?!?! Seriously. How about in the bathroom on the tile? Even on the bathroom rug would have been fine. Anything that could be thrown into the washing machine. Nooooo.... #mycatisstillajerk
Replace pee with poop...
While I was typing this post... He was on my chest and I couldn't breathe.
Last week I confessed that we're moving. or maybe that was 2 weeks ago. Any who, we decided to hold off. We just refinanced and decided to wait 9-12 months until making the switch. It's totally fine, we now have a little breathing room and time to have a massive garage sale clean out this summer. #pleasebuymycrap
This is a pretty exciting confession, We're heading to Europe in April!! I've never been overseas and am seriously so excited to go. We're flying in to Munich, spending a few days there with a side trip to Salzberg. Then taking the bullet train to Paris and flying home from there.
Get ready for endless posts on what I think I need to pack and my thoughts on all the tips I've already gotten. My mom is super excited for me to go as well and she watches a lot of Rick Steves on PBS. Rick Steves considers himself to be "America's most respected authority on European travel" (his words, not mine). I was looking at his website and Rick only suggests that you bring 5 pairs of underwear for a week in Europe...
I'm assuming he wants you to wash your dedicates in the European sink? Sorry Rick, no dice. And I won't buy your money belt either. Oh, he really wants me to buy his journal and document my thoughts. No Rick Steves, no. #NotWashingMyBrasInASink
Heh heh heh.. I swear I won't.
There's nothing that annoys me more than instructors who create unrealistic expectations of calorie burns. There is a crazy instructor who insists that you'll burn 800-1000 calories in a 45 min spin class. No.. No you won't. I busted my ass in a 45 min class, warm up and cool down, 500 calories. I know that HRMs are unreliable at times but i think it's pretty close.
Continuing my 50 Shades of Grey rant... Vermont Teddy Bears has a Fifty Shades Teddy Bear. Are you freaking kidding me?!?!?! The damn bear has tiny handcuffs and a little mask.
This sounds terrible but I'm really concerned about the fate of this generation, I feel really old saying that and I'm sure our parents said the same thing. We have a recent grad in the office and he as going on his first business trip. We weren't sure if he was going to be able to get on the flight and get to the other office my himself.
We talked about "Paddington Bear-ing" him which is basically pinning an address to his shirt in case he gets lost. We were also really concerned if he would have warm enough clothes to wear. Before he left for the airport he might have had 5 layers of clothes on. We explained that the plane wouldn't be that cold and he's have to remove all of those when he went through security.
The other day we had a talk about slacks and how they were important to own. I taught him the difference between khakis and slacks and his mom went and bought him a pair. We'll get him there but this is a smart kid, recent college grad and I'm afraid that this is what happens when kids of helicopter parents grow up. #ImALitteScared
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