The Hated Things

My  problem of the week..... campaign ads. They're everywhere at all times and I am so sick of them that if I never see one again it will still be too soon. I'm going to celebrate on Tuesday when they finally end. Every single commercial, every day, every channel, it becomes too much for me. It becomes so bad that I feel like either going out and getting rid of them for a while or running myself and beating them into submission.
Another problem that i have with the world at the moment; lock downs. I understand that they are necessary, but apparently no one else thinks so because no one seems to be able to shut up to save their skins. They're all either smacking the walls, laughing like crazy, or yelling, as if they want to be found by a guy with a gun.
Also, I find geometry to be extremely stupid and irritating. You have to take 10 minutes to prov something that anyone with half of a brain could figure out with one second of thought. One such theorem is, "A(n) angle/segment is congruent to itself." Seriously, that is thee dumbest thing that I have ever heard. How could something not be congruent to itself? I mean, that has to be the most basic thought that has ever been, well, thought. That one isn't even the worst of them. Also, when is anyone even going to use geometry? You can measure any angle or segment if you need to, and the theories aren't exactly mind-boggling.
Finally, I'm just going to rant about political ads and campaigns again because they just bother me that much. They're at my work, in my house, on my TV, and on everyone's minds. The thing that I hate most about them though, is the smear campaigns, as it just makes me hate everyone involved in their creation. All of the candidates do it and in the end, it seems as if they are all the scum of the earth, and that  are trying to pick the least terrible of them to rule us all.

Just Another Day at the Office

Okay, so I'm going to start this post by adding my LVC list otherwise known as my least valuable customer list. I don't have the names of the people on it, so I'm going to just have to provide descriptions. This list will almost certainly be updated in the future. 
The first person at the very top of my list is a woman who came through my line while I was bagging. In the next to me, mere feet away was one of my seventh grade teachers that I hadn't seen in a long time. We literally said," hi," to each other and the woman went ballistic. As i was bagging, she leaned over and got in my face, saying that I should bag faster because she was in a hurry and that there were people behind me. I started bagging faster so that she would be gone sooner, but she had bought half of the store and wanted it all in paper and plastic, yet wouldn't let anything touch in the bags. When I looked up again, she wasn't there. When I swung my head around, i saw her yelling at my boss, telling him to make sure that his employees knew not to "check up" on the customers and to focus on her groceries. She didn't stop there. She kept talking and tried to get me fired, saying that I shouldn't be working there if my boss couldn't control  me and that I was the worst bagger that she had ever had. I came extremely close to punching her in the face and hope very badly that I broke her eggs, even though I am sure that I didn't.
Before her, I had my previous least valued customer. One day, I was outside on cart duty, just doing my job. When I had a couple of carriages and was pushing them inside, i ran into( not literally, I can push them just fine) a lady walking with her friend. They came up to me and i just assumed they wanted a cart, as most people do, to save time from having to go and get one out of one of the spots where you are supposed to leave them. Bottom line, that didn't happen this time. On of the woman was holding a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee and some empty bags. When she came up to me, she turned and said to her friend," This is what i do with my trash," and put her stuff in one of the carts that was pushing! I HATE her very badly, and that doesn't happen too often with somebody that you don't even know. That day, I came very close to picking her stuff up, throwing it at her, and telling her that she might as well get in the cart because she was trash too. It was also that day that i began to loathe bringing in carts and if I ever see her again, I don't know what i would do. So far, this is my entire LVC list, though I'm sure there will be more coming soon. 

Sacredness of the Ordinary

Sacredness of the Ordinary

    One ordinary object that means a lot to me is my Gibson SG. It is very special to me because it signifies a lot of things in my life. Firstly, it signifies my love of music. When I started playing, I finally found a way to enjoy every day, and that was by playing my favorite songs until I can’t feel my fingers anymore. It is one thing to listen to music, but it is so much better to be able to play it so that you don’t need your phone or radio, only you and an instrument. It allows me to be whoever I really want. Also, my guitar allows me to be individual in a way that I never could have been without it. Sure, anyone can catch a football or kick a soccer ball decently, but how many people can play a guitar well? I got my electric guitar just before summer started last year. I had gone to the store where I take lessons and stared dreamily at the array of beautiful guitars on the wall. I had been told that I would get one if I kept at playing my old acoustic one. Of course, I wasn’t expecting much, it was my first guitar after all and it didn’t even cross my mind that I would end up with anything that would last very long or play as well as the others. My favorite one that I loved to look at was a black Gibson SG made in 1995. It was the same one that my favorite guitar player Angus Young uses and I loved it. At the time, (and still now) I thought that it must have been the coolest looking guitar that I had ever seen. One night, my dad told me to go get my guitar and play for him. When, I did, he had my sister bring out that same Gibson from the shop and asked if I could play better on that. I was speechless. I picked it up and played every single song and riff that I knew at the time. It was the greatest thing that I had ever owned. Even with its cracks and dents, as it was used, it was so beautiful that even now I swear that it can’t possibly be mine. Since then, I have tried to learn every song that I can on it so that I will never grow tired of it, which I doubt will ever happen because it is truly an extraordinary object. It has become another way for me to express myself in a way that words simply cannot. It is amazing how playing something as loud and as fast as you can really seems to make all the problems in the world go away. For all of these reasons, my guitar is a sacred yet ordinary object that I love above all else in the world and I will never get rid of it for as long as it plays.