Passion of Photography

I was added to the group or joined it years ago, and in the past 6 months I've been getting pleasure posting 1 photo a day on the topic posted. I've followed the rules. Then 2 weeks ago, I can't find the group.

Since my ex husband's uncle is one of the moderators, I asked him what happened to the group, he said nothing. So a week later, I asked if I was blocked maybe. He said yes. Said moderator says I was posting too many photos on the wrong topic.

I was sick the week I was removed. I posted NOTHING the week I was removed.So the one thing that was giving me pleasure on Facebook is now gone. With  no recourse. Lovely eh?  And really what was the guy on?

I'm more upset than I should be, but I HATE HATE HATE being blamed for something I didn't do. It's not fair.

My dad would say life isn't fair. But I'm fed up of the unfairness.

So a giant FUCK YOU to the asshole who removed me for no reason.  Your loss. You won't see my photos anymore. 

So I tried to look on Facebook when the last time I posted to the group - but because I'm BLOCKED I can't search it.  So thankyou facebook from preventing me from defending myself. If I had access to the logs to show what I have posted, then I could prove I did nothing wrong. 

People suck!

I don't mean that in a sexual way or a good way.  Lots of people on this earth are selfish narcissistic assholes. One of the New Delhi rapists, the one who was driving the bus was interviewed about his predicament, and he clearly puts the blame on women for being raped. She was out of her house past 9 pm.  She fought back? Now all women who are raped in New Delhi will be killed because of the bigger penalties he says. He also says it's all the woman's fault for being raped.

I still think in countries where rape is rampant, curfews should be put on males. After all they do the raping!  The view that a woman was asking for it, just drives me batty.  Like saying just because you breathe you deserve to be raped.

Suggestions for avoiding rape include dressing more conservatively, not flirting, staying home etc... Like WHAT THE FUCK?  Have they read statistics, men rape for POWER. They don't care if you're pretty, or sexy or young, or  what have you. Women are raped at all time of the day, NOT JUST AT NIGHT, like everyone would have us believe.  It was still light outside when I was raped.

People suck also because they are judgmental assholes.  It's like they think that people going through financial difficulties should not live. Before people give others help they judge them, and decide if they are worthy of help.

Even people going through a rough time need some form of entertainment, otherwise how the fuck do you expect them to get through the rough time.   A steady diet of austerity combined with depression and other hardships isn't going to help the person get out of their miserable situation. Occasionally you need a pick me up.  Sometimes you have to look at the bigger picture and not just at an immediate situation.  You have to look at the sacrifices they made in one aspect of their life so that they may indulge a little bit from time to time, even when going through a more difficult period.

Most of my friends are going through financial hardships. My buddy in Ottawa, my friends in the townships, my friend who is living with me, my Lebanese Ex hubby,  my friend in Ireland..... I don't' judge them. I don't start looking for fleas... "Oh she went out Friday night, she can't really be struggling".   Yeah she went out, and had 1 drink that her friend paid. And you're going to judge her for that?  She should stay home and cry because she is broke?  Or he's having beef for dinner he can't possibly be broke, but you don't know he has a farmer friend that gives him meat in exchange for services rendered. And you're going to judge him for that? Or worse they smoke cigarettes or weed, and people expect them to stop cold turkey because stopping those activities are going to be enough to make ends meet? Seriously?

It's always easy calling the kettle black, but sometimes the pot should look at itself closely. Perhaps the pot is just as black and acting like a complete douche canoe!. Or in French we like to say you notice the straw in your friends eye but not the beam in your own..  "On voit la paille dans l'oeil de son voisin, mais pas la poutre  dans le sien " 

Failed relationships

Once an asshole generally always an asshole...

So yesterday I had an engineer at my desk. This is not unusual. The particular engineer was. I've worked with the guy years ago, and he's always been an ass. He's one of those engineers who looks down on anyone who isn't an engineer, and yet, he's one of the more inept engineers I know.

One who  used to ask us to do the stupidest things to prove that the bug wasn't his. He used to play ostrich in a big way and make it sound like the testers were inventing problems to make him look bad, never mind the fact that he couldn't debug a simple problem if it bit him in the ass.

This particular fellow is more socially inept then he is in development, so while waiting for testers to reproduce issues he generally manages to piss them off good and proper with salliant non-work related, none of his business questions that make people boil.

Luckily he's been put on more obscure projects that have rarely interfaced with me or my team in years. But yesterday he seemed to think despite having burnt all his bridges with me years ago, that I'd gladly help him out with his problems. From what I understood he trashed his development system.  While he didnt' manage to get otehrs to re-install for him, now he's trying to get others to setup his development environment, and to that end he came and see me yesterday for my "Newbie wiki".

The good thing is I don't have a newbie wiki. I had to argue the point. He was convinced there was one and I was holding back. The information he wanted to know is in the back of my checklists in the "How to" section. However he's the kind of asshole, who would not benefit from the information but who would take my checklist and tear me a new one, even though it has nothing to do with anything he's doing and though he has worked on display drivers, he would not know how to test one if it hit him in the face. 

So I told him I could not help him. I had to yell it at the end because he became incredibly pushy and would not take no for an answer.

The sad part is, if it had been anyone else in the company including a totally new employee, I would have went out of my way to be helpful. 

Moral of the story - don't be an ass to others, don't burn your bridges. You never know when that stupid Software Quality assurance dumbass can be of help.

Defenestration

I don't have a plethora of favourite words but right up there with plethora, is defenestration. Of course often it means something rather morbid. Many have lost their lives defenestrating.

I've defenestrated. Safely. It can be done.  Though I have wanted to defenestrated several of my boyfriends before they became exes, I've had enough self control not to do it.

At the moment there is one asshole,who has contacted me for the 4rth time tonight. This is despite having told him back in May after a couple of dates that I would not be seeing him anymore.  I so want to defenestrate him!


I was reminded how awesome the word defenestration as well as other words with this link.

Mr. Lube isn't touching my tires no more

Mostly because I had waiting at garages I've been going to Mr Lube to get my tires changed if I have no other need for a garage at the same time.

Big mistake. The one in DDO on the corner of Brunswick and du Marche is staffed by a bunch of incompetent assholes. For starters they should have told me that my tires were not safe to put on if the thread is worn.

Secondly for some reason during my trip my back tires got used so unevenly that there's a huge strip that is now showing metal. This had us stressed out during the trip we weren't even sure we'd make it home on the tires that were on my truck.

What kind of incompetent twit puts tires that are going to wear this badly in less then 2 months

It's not just me. My gf also went to Mr Lube to get her tires changed. Other then the fact they seem to charge more then other vendors, one of her tires is now bald to the metal, and she's not sure how much longer her tire will last.

Not sure either why my tires were finished. These are Summer tires. My SUV has only 54,000km on it. Half of the year it has winter tires, so say it did 34, 000km... most tires are good to 50,000 and these are no exception....

Now on the market to find new tires. Sadly because my truck needs 225 60R18's the cheapest I could find new are $150 per tire. Plus I have to get them installed.

Another giant douchebag

So the guy I sent an email to tell him I wasn't going to see him again, replied the next day with a long rant disputing my reasons.Really? I tell you why I'm not going to be seeing you anymore and you tell me this is not really how I feel?

I didn't bother responding I figured it was a ginormous waste of time.  So eight days later he messages me again affirming how really the more he thinks about it, the more what I'm telling him is not right and he knows how I'm thinking and feeling.

For some reason he's got it in this head that I prefer women and he's not liking the fact that essentially I broke up with him because he drinks.

Well tough SHIT. I didn't tell you not to drink. I told you I would never have sex with a man who has drank while he is under the influence. The smell of alcohol on a man is a HUGE turnoff.  And no matter what anyone says, smells are triggers and what I lived at the hands of drunks before I was 18 has profoundly traumatized me.

If he wants to be told "Its not me, she was just a lesbian" then he can go right ahead. He can think whatever he wants to get himself through the night.

I'm not even going to bother responding to his email. This rant itself is even more attention then this guy deserves.

Did you want to kill them yourself?

This rant is to the Miss piggy looking woman driving a burgandy Honda accord, that followed me down Anselme lavigne and then onto Sources blvd around 9 O'Clock this morning.

Next time instead of honking because I chose not to plow over 2 women who were crossing the road, feel free to go around me and kill them yourself.

Be nice and have someone bitch you out.

Since our administrative assistant was unceremoniously made redundant a few years ago, I ended up being one of the few people who gets to order stationary for all of engineering and software quality assurance. I order it from our internal store, get someone to pick it up and make it available in the cabinet that everyone has access.

I do this purely to be nice and to have access to stationary. I had realized years ago, that if I didn't get the stationary for the entire team, they all stole my stationary.  So because this is not part of my job description but something I do to be helpful, I do not check the stationary cabinet that often. On average I seem to make orders every 3 months.

Normally I make an order following the procedures. Originally I just had to fill our internal requisitions but in the past 2-3 years some brilliant person decided that we also needed to fill out an electronic version in a PDF [which only has 10 entries] and then submit it along with the paper requisitions. Usually the order is ready within 24hours.   Well the past 2 or 3 times the guy I sent to pick up the order, has passed on the message that the guy who prepares the order thinks my orders are too big and I should do it more often. I mean if it was such a big inconvenience I would not think it would be ready within 24 hours when I generally give them 1 week to fill the order.

Of course having someone complain makes me feel like maybe I could do it, like NEVER and everyone could just get their own fucking stationary.  Then instead of doing one motherfucking large order 4 times a year, he'd get little orders 3 times a day. I'm sure that would work so much better for him.

People are assholes. Being nice is often just not worth it. Makes people think you're a welcome mat.

Many men are douche canoes!

Or douchebags, or morons or idiots. Take your pick.   Dunno what it is about male behaviour.  Many will decide to burn all the bridges when they are hurt and then conveniently forget about all the nasty things they said and then get surprised when they woo you and you tell them to FUCK OFF.

If you're going to either call your ex and chew her out over shit that happened over 10 years ago, or email your ex and rant on about things that you imagined happened, like the food she fed you was poison, do not be surprised that she never wants to hear from you again or doesn't respond to anything you say or still thinks you're the epitome of the word douchebag.

I've had men do this to me forever. You have a fight, they burn all bridges and then weeks, months or even years later, suddenly they rebuild the bridge from their end and expect you to want to cross it with them.

Well guess what?   I ain't crossing the newly built bridges, because it will bring me right back to the stupid things that happened and the bridge will be burnt again.  Why beat a fucking dead horse?

Like I was your favourite victim and after a while, you miss pissing on me?   Sorry but no... not having it. Moving forward all the assholes from my past shall stay in my fucking past. Leopards don't change their spots and assholes don't suddenly change functions.

Don't call me, don't text me,  don't email me,  don't MSN or skype me, don't comment on my fucking blog,  don't Facebook me, don't like my shit on Facebook, just don't.