Flip Flop Shuffle

Of all the things that bother me, and the list can be long at times, the sound of flip flops slapping away makes me want to scream!

Now mind you, I am in to the laid back scene on occasion and in the right arena. BUT when I am at work on the bosses dime and all around me people are bustling to beat the band…..
The last thing I expect to hear is the incessant banter of feet slapping flip and ground slapping flop over and over and over and over and over

Sorry. The cadence got caught in a loop

This is a professional office. Yes there are jokes, and the occasional wearing of jeans, and of course I must keep in mind that health accommodations must be made. And in ‘sunny California’ one should expect a loose interpretation of the dress code from all the surfer dudes.

And yet here we are in the wet season – with flip flops!!! And don’t get me started on the hygiene aspect. Nasty. Don’t get me wrong though; a nice pair of sandals worn by the fairer sex is fine. The sandals at least pretend to be shoes.
Flip flops are a throwback to the destitute attempting a modicum of podiatric protection…not acceptable office attire.

Just for the record: this rant comes after months of being water boarded by the same individual doing the Librium UGG shuffle from copier to microwave to desk to bosses office to water dispenser to…..

I’m being hounded by footwear UGG shuffle has a twin too!

If the twin comes in wearing flip flops in the near future I think I’m gonna scream…again


Volume two: the undertaking

My funk , or rather my tirade like a two-year-old was a monumental achievement. The cherry on top of the shitpile of my evening. My better half usually reminds me it’s not very sexy when I act like a toddler, but tonight the look said it all; I’m forecasting a dry week

My intentions were noble, post the c-list add for those semi valuable items that someone may want for their loved one for Xmas, and bring cash into my budget for my would be giftees.

But I slipped into a technological black hole of senility and couldn’t manage the simple transfer of pictures from my phone to the laptop to the damn website, at the optimum size. Now mind you, this has been done in my sleep hundreds of times. But not tonight

What drives a person to the brink of insanity over such an innocuous situation? Why does my brain insist that the only logical course of action is to put my laptop out of its misery by taking it for a swim? These questions haunt me on occasion

Well the flood of endorphins has begun to subside, which may allow sleep to overcome the “I’m so tired I can’t go to sleep” syndrome. At least I hope so. Tomorrow it’s back for more training ( and for once I am really enjoying it) so I’d like to be awake

I will spew forth more thought gunk soon
PS wish I hadn’t upgraded ios, losing jailbreak; don’t autocorrect my ass unless I ask for it – dammit!