Sausage Fest

Today, for reasons that will remain largely undisclosed, I was forced to return 72lbs of sausages to Costco and exchange them for the same amount of sausage of a slightly different variety. I was already 45 minutes later than intended due to various and sundry issues, thus, by the time I reached the returns counter at Costco I was in a less than chipper mood. Which is to say, I was tired, hungry, stressed, angry, and more than a little self-conscious about being That Girl With All The Sausage. Thus, when the returns clerk nodded irritably at the $150 worth of raw meat at the counter between us and groused, “You know we’ll have to throw all this away, right?” my only attempt at pleasantries was, “Yeah, well maybe your warehouse shouldn’t have screwed up, I want a full refund”. Yes, I have successfully devolved into THAT customer, the one I would have sworn at in the drive-through at the various unfortunate fast food restaurants I worked at in a past life. I’m a bitch, but I get things done.

“I need to know where to get [specific item number] to replace what I returned,” I said, once the refund was completed.

The returns clerk gestured expansively across the entire north side of the store, “Oh, it’s over there, you can’t miss it”.

As it turns out, I can, and did. After wandering the aisles for about ten minutes, my search parameters changed from finding sausage to finding anyone at all who could make the agony end: I just wanted out of that hellish store. Costco is a fantastic place, in theory, full of great bargains and bulk beer (seriously), but the reality is that it is an extremely unpleasant place to shop, particularly when an 8-hour work day is rapidly stretching into ten.

After finally locating a Costco representative willing to help (which was a challenge above and beyond simply finding an employee), he passed me off on the adult version of Jack-Jack from The Incredibles (the demon-super-hero-baby - if you haven’t seen the movie, don’t). This particular employee was the sort of faux-cheerful, energetic fellow who makes you want to punch him in the throat, but you can’t because his energy has completely sapped yours.

“So, you’re looking for sausage? What kind of sausage? Oh, breakfast sausage? Okay, I know just what you’re looking for, we’ll find it.”

This, and variations on the sausage theme, was uttered in rapid-fire micro-bursts of speech as we whirled down aisles I had already been down, clearly marked as containing every type of meat EXCEPT sausage. The second time through the aisles, with my fearless guide still talking and suggesting every few seconds that I should have a sample of whatever happened to be nearest to us, I began to wonder when this strange adventure would end. I was pushing a grocery cart the size of an SUV and had already mowed down three small children and taken out a display near the deli meats as we blazed up and down the aisles; Jack-Jack was STILL talking.

“What do you need the sausage for? Oh, a company breakfast? Try a sample! Are you cooking? You don’t sound very happy about it! No need to snap, just asking! Try a sample! I’m sure we’ll find it somewhere! What kind of company? Sample? Oh, look, here it is!”

He was pointing to an aisle that we had already been down twice before, and I was about to protest that it couldn’t be there, we just looked, but lo and behold, there before me was the sausage of my recent, delirious daydreams!

Jack-Jack chirped, “I found your sausage, are you happy now?”

“As happy as I can be about raw meat.”

“Don’t you like sausage?”

“I think I’m a lesbian.”

“What?”

“I said, thanks for your help.”

I now have sixty pounds of sausage crammed into my freezer, which, if you were paying attention at the beginning, you may recall that I began the debaucle with 72lbs, meaning I still have to return to Costco tomorrow to get the remaining meat, once they are restocked. Oh joy beyond all joys.

The HSS Misanthrope

Harsh, But True: A compendium of rants from this week.

1. The femme fatale character arc, from sexual power to eventual destruction, may be blatant misogyny, but there is some truth to it. Sluts, however beautiful and promising, eventually stagnate on their own idiocy, but not before ensnaring idiots of the penile variety in order to beget more idiots. This is only a pity (and the stuff of novels) when the slut ensnares a man of nobler birth than herself.

2. An error, however minor, on my part will result in hours of agony, probably tears, and much self-censure. If it appears that I am taking a mistake lightly, it is because I am trying to convince myself that it is not rational to throw oneself in front of a bus because of a minor filing mistake.

3. When reading an adventure novel with zombies featured prominently, I should not find myself dozing off from the author’s mechanical writing style. Don’t enumerate emotion at me, let me experience it.

4. I can’t choose my co-workers, but I can choose my friends and I’m making a conscious effort to purge relationships I probably should have abandoned long ago. This is not necessarily a negative reflection on the people who I have chosen to no longer associate with, but more so a reflection of my choice to move in a different direction in my life. Unfailing loyalty is not the virtue I always held it to be; in many instances it is a crutch.

5. I very much dislike people who are positive all the time. Life is not always kittens and rainbows. Even when it is, very often the kittens pee on the couch and scratch you while you are sleeping. The point is, it’s okay to bitch.

6. There are few things more irritating than new converts. (Or highschool lovers, for that matter). This goes with the previous point. I understand that you are happy, and I’m happy that you are happy, but if I have to HEAR about your happiness one more time, I will rain down a world of hurt on your wee mind until you’re curled up sobbing in a corner. It goes something like this: AIDS! Haiti! Chile! Unemployment! Ingrown toenails! Disease! Child molesters! People who drive too slowly on the freeway! People who tailgate people who drive too slowly on the freeway! Cockroaches! Scratched DVDs! Dirty laundry! Hair in the bathtub drain! American Idol! Killer whales! Rapists! These things didn’t just go away because you think you’re in love with life, Jesus, the girl next door, Buddha, Yoda, or whoever; you’re just high on endorphins and idiocy. Your body is decaying, your sins are not forgiven, your girlfriend is faking it and world peace is not a viable answer to anything. Shut the fuck up. Learn to buck up. You’re absolutely worthless until you value yourself apart from anyone else’s opinions of you.

est finis.

Conversing: Patience is a Virtue, But Virtue is Dead.

I do not like people. In theory, they are fine. In actuality, not so much. There are few people that I like and even fewer that I actually care to spend time with. This misanthropy, coupled with my very impulsive nature, can sometimes make me volatile, to say the least. So volatile, in fact, that I hung up three times on the same person (in my defense, the bitch was unusually persistent).

This lady was so rude for no other reason than that she was a debt collector, and these people feel especially empowered to be assholes. “I need information relating to a garnishment. This call relates to a garnishment. Garnishment; garnishment; garnishment.” Each time with an irritating emphasis on the word, like it gave her magical powers. I told her that I don’t deal with garnishments and I transferred her to HR.

A few seconds later she called back, “I got a voicemail and I need to talk to someone about a garnishment.”

“Yes, I transferred you to the person who can help you. I can transfer you back to her and you can leave a message.”

“No, I need to speak to someone now about this garnishment of wages.”

I was so exasperated that I could think of nothing to say in response except, “fuck shit mother-fucker” - no pronouns, no verbs, or any remotely coherent thought. So I took the high road and pressed “end call”. Well, not so much the high road as, avoiding the ditch. The road I took was actually in a valley.

Five seconds later: “I need your address for a garnishment.”

“What is it for? Ship-” I was trying to ask if she wanted our shipping or mailing address, when she cut me off:

“It’s for a GARNISHMENT!”

I KNOW THAT, YOU FUCKING FUCK! Was what I wished to say, instead, I simply hung up, seething.

She called back: “let me speak to your manager, I don’t appreciate being hung up on.”

And I don’t appreciate dealing with pompous assholes.

“Yeah, I AM a manager” [click]. (Technically true, though not relevant to her request).

My aunt is a big proponent of the Kill ‘Em With Kindness theory. I’m a big proponent of “Just Fucking Kill ‘Em”. I frequently remind myself that, despite how nice it sounds, I don’t REALLY want all the stupid people gone. Yes, it would make my job and life easier, but incompetent people make it so much easier to be considered smart. Evolutionary theory number 165: it’s not survival of the fittest, it’s survival of the fittest PLUS whoever the fittest need to stand on to keep their heads above water. Idiots should be stacked like lincoln logs and used for self-betterment, and the clever people, the PATIENT people, are the ones who do this best of all.

Thus, I am trying to become more patient, not for the good of humanity, or because I think the idiots I encounter on a daily basis deserve my benevolence, but solely for the purpose of climbing higher. Patience as a way of gaining power.

A wise person once said, “don’t get mad, get even”. Office life is making me brutal.

A Rebuttal

Dearest Megsie,

I won’t lie to you that your sudden conversion from libertarian to typical, mainstream democrat was a bit of a shocker. I never understood it and, unfortunately, after your brief explanation I still don’t.

You say your change of heart was motivated by realizing the people you were supporting would ultimately take your freedom for religious reasons. This confuses me because I seem to remember us all being pretty closely aligned in our political philosophies. I think BarryPatch Politics could be nicely summed up in the simple phrase, “Less government=more freedom”, and that was why we all supported Ron Paul, the 2nd Amendment, the end of the War on Drugs, and, yes, even secession. I don’t seem to recall lauding any religious theocrats or mainstream conservative Republicans. Is my memory failing me?

The primary focus of your ire seems to be the Tea Party movement, and this confuses me all the more. Granted, I’ve found nothing attractive in the Tea Party movement. If it ever stood for anything remotely libertarian at one point it no longer does now, having been thoroughly battered by Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh into acting as a front for the Republican Party (obviously, seeing as Palin was the keynote speaker at the first Tea Party convention this last Thursday). But what, pray tell, does this have to do with anything? It’s quite obvious the Tea Party movement was not what we were supporting or rooting for in those bygone days.

In the end I think it worked out for the better. You moved to a city filled with typical democrats and it would have just been terribly awkward to be so damn radical, like you once were. Ironically enough, I think you may have become more conservative. But it’s all okay. You’ll keep swooning over your corporate candidates and I’ll keep pushing for secession away from said corporate candidates and life will go on (as someone wisely said, it’s the same old shit).

Sincerely,
Samuel Eldon Bourne

Dear Sam,

Most excellent. I’ve often wondered if anyone from the old group was going to have the guts to question my apparent Road to Damascus conversion. The truth is, however radical such a belief shift may have appeared to you or anyone else from our group, it was in fact the result of long and quiet doubt on my part. We both know that for a long time I have not shared the religious views of you, or anyone else in our group. I was, inevitably, the outsider. Yes, I spoke fluently the language of the disillusioned seditionist - and I hope you believe me that it was not a farce - but unlike you, Sam, and unlike our other religious peers, what I hated most of all about the Bush Administration that we railed so violently against was not his bumbling inadequacy, nor his political heavy-handedness, nor his unjustifiable war, but the religion that drove him to all of those things. A religion that you share with him, in name, if not necessarily in application.

Christian Reconstructionism, Theocracy, Faith-In-Government or whatever incarnation of that theme religious politicos are pushing may not have been the theme of our every discussion (though it was certainly the topic more often than you seem to recall), but it is the undercurrent that seems to drive much of the right’s political fervor. It is the logical conclusion of a religious belief system. If the Bible is God’s word, then it should be the Law of the land. If it is the law of the land, someone like myself can have no place in that land. Even if Constantine does not kill the pagans, his successors will.

On a somewhat different note, you cannot have missed my long-time sympathy with liberal causes. The religious Republicans who took over the party may talk about civil liberties and (now that a Democrat is in office) small government, but they actively oppose women’s rights, and gay rights, and support torture. This is NOT in line with the American ideals I support, and is perfectly in line with Christian theocracy. I certainly don’t agree with Democrats on everything, and I am not a liberal in the typical sense of the term (though I find it incredibly odd that you claim I am more conservative now, since I am certainly not that at all), but I absolutely refuse to align myself with any group, political or otherwise that is actively working against the civil rights of a minority group. So yes, I have allied myself with the group that promotes civil rights, because my conscience will not allow anything else.

As for Obama, I have never fawned over him, except in jest. I respect him, and yes, sometimes I dare to admit that. I think that he is doing many good things. I agree with many of his policies. I disagree with at least as many, but I am most of all frustrated by the unadulterated ignorance of his loudest detractors. Of all the things to complain about, we still hear about his birth certificate. He is blamed for events that were put in motion long before he took office. He is blocked by the opposing party from passing legislation, and then criticised by those same people for failing to enact meaningful change.
I did not actually have very high hopes for Obama when I first chose to vote for him (maintaining low expectations is the surest way to avoid disappointment), so perhaps I am unduly impressed, but I still take offense at your implication that I “swoon” over him or any other politician. We may long for radical change, but we must maintain some semblance of realistic expectations. Obama has in no way lessened my personal freedom. The only real complaints I’ve heard about his so-called socialism have been about the healthcare plan, which does not require anyone to have government care if they can afford private healthcare. I suppose, like many, I am most disappointed in what Obama has NOT done, rather than what he has done. Of course, I never expected him to repeal any of the sweeping powers the Bush administration granted itself, so perhaps “disappointed” is not the right word.

As for smaller government, more freedom, I still agree, but I don’t think that small government is possible now. The anarchist and near-anarchist ideals we longed for were just that - ideals. Such a society is only remotely possible in a small, homogenous culture: one language, one religion, one race. That is not America. Only a big, messy, Republican Democracy will suit our diversity. Yes, I believe this system will eventually implode, perhaps sooner than later, but I hope to hold it together for as long as possible.

Revolution is a truly romantic idea, but it is a very ugly reality. There may come a time when it is necessary, but that time is not now, and when it comes I will not fight side-by-side with people who will ultimately disenfranchise me and others who do not subscribe to their religion.

The truth is, our worldviews are, and always have been diametrically opposed, even though politically they converge on some points. I perhaps did not share my doubts and disagreements as much as I ought to have, in large part because I did not want to be shouted down. I did not change my beliefs to fit in with urban Democrats here (in fact, most of the people I’ve met here are religious Republicans), but rather I moved away from Idaho so that I could get away from beliefs that smothered my own. I moved so that I could think my own thoughts. Yes, I know a few (a very few) people here who have corroborated what I long suspected, and helped strengthen my infant beliefs, but I did not convert to please them. (Though I must confess, I do enjoy not being dismissed as crazy for expressing my opinions).

I sincerely hope that you don’t have such a low opinion of me that you continue to believe that I changed my beliefs without careful thought, even if you were not privy to those thought processes.

Obviously, we have very different beliefs and probably will always continue to disagree. All I ask is that when Palin is in office and wants to feed me to the lions (or shoot me from a helicoptor, more likely) that you make at least a cursory plea to spare me. I’ll do the same for you.

Love,

Megan

Hello, 2010 (A Letter to My Peers)

Greetings, Besotted American Youth.

You are, as we are constantly, nauseatingly, reminded by the media, the future of this great nation. Despite all the nay-sayers, I, for one, am eagerly awaiting a future of creative spelling, efficient (non-existent) punctuation, and charmingly bereft of all but a few shreds of literacy. Im sure u wont disappint me. Bitch, pls.

That said, I do have some pressing concerns as we charge headlong into month two of this new year: first off, why did we suddenly stop talking about Michael Jackson’s death? I was just starting to get interested with the homicide trial. Secondly, we still have a SuperBowl? And people still care? Why?

In order to best express my multifarious opinions on this new year, I have condensed it into a handy What’s Hot/What’s Not guide, that you are welcome to print out and carry in your purse, glove compartment, or tucked between the pages of your bible (preferably next to the verses in Leviticus about sodomy). Lists are ALWAYS trendy.

What’s Hot in Twenty-Ten:

1. Blue people.
I mean, “Native Pandorians”. I am speaking of course, about Avatar, the movie that is currently the highest grossing movie of all time (recession, say what?). This was a visually stunning movie, and I will agree with anyone who praises it, as long as they do so with the clear caveat that the script and acting were sub-par (unnecessary explication, anyone? Anyone?). That said, people really killed themselves after watching it? Yes, I know Pandora is beautiful, and all sunshine and unicorns (well, mind-melding lizard-horses), but THERE IS SUNSHINE HERE, TOO! I understand the depth of emotion that can come after watching an unusually engaging film, but if you’re going to kill yourself because of a reaction to an artistic expression (pop-culture or otherwise), please make it a book. (WHAT? DUMBLEDORE DIES?! *STAB* *STAB* *STAB*).

2. Going green.
But trust me, it won’t be easy. “Rebuilding our infrastructure” and “sustainable energy” will be the key phrases of political and industrial sales pitches in 2010. This is actually pretty damn smart. A lot of people think that the economy runs on money, which is not true. It runs on hope and greed.

3. Adultery.
Infidelity will go out of fashion when the rich, famous, and beautiful cease to indulge in it. This will occur simultaneously with the immolation of the earth, therefore for the sake of the continuation of our species it is imperative that we encourage this. Thanks to Tiger Woods, sex mania became a household term for 2010 as waitresses and whores and business-professionals-who-look-like-porn-stars came out of the woodworks to cash in on a star’s crumbling reputation and unnecessarily humiliate his wife. The highlight of the debaucle was Brit Hume telling Tiger that he needed to convert to Christianity in order to be forgiven, because everyone knows that Christianity offers a “Get out of Hell Free” pass (I traded mine for $45 in Monopoly money). Of course, this whole mess is entirely the fault of the Christians’ unclear moral code. Christians are always railing about saving oneself for marriage, but they failed to specify WHOSE marriage.

4. JenniBradPittIston.
According to the trashy gossip rags I read, Branjelina is no more, which means that Brad will run crying to Jen, she will forgive him and take him back, and all will be right in everyone’s world, except the gossip industry, who will suddenly have to fabricate another scandal to keep us fascinated and flaccid for the next decade.

5. Whatever Apple says is hot, God dammit!
I won’t take the opportunity here to make vulgar analogies about just what Steve Jobs could sell the American people if he so chose, instead I will just say that our insatiable need for entertainment is probably a major factor in keeping our economy afloat. We may have trillions of dollars in debt and 10% unemployment, but, dammit! We HAVE to have the new iPad and cable TV! (I’m grateful for the latter - you’re all keeping me employed).

What’s Not:

1. Lady GaGa
Okay, we all hated her when she first became popular, but then it became cool to like her, because all the Indy kids hated her because she was popular (are you following me?). But now that it’s cool to like her again, we need to stop it. Got it?

2. Vampires.
I’m sure when Twilight’s Blue Moon: Rise of the Preternaturally Ageless Pedophile hits the big screen we’ll have to endure all the trauma of teenage girls swooning over whichever pasty star Hollywood dictates they must love next, but can we please all agree to loudly express our collective disgust? Ironic and self-deprecating praise of this travesty is no longer acceptable.

3. Middle-Aged Women Acting Like Teenage Girls.
This has NEVER been hot (vide: any Jane Austen novel), but it is worth re-emphasising this fact in light of the previously mentioned Twilight fanaticism. Screaming and fainting over teenage boys who have the physique of a twizzler is never laudable, and when you’re forty years old, with children older than the actors, it’s just plain creepy.

4. Secession.
I must confess, I was a willing and passionate participant of the radical libertarian-cum-conservative movement that spawned the Tea Party protests, threats of secession and revolution, and all the yelling about birth certificates that Fox News STILL gleefully covers as front page news. (I still have a Ron Paul bumper sticker on my car, for God’s sake). My political change of heart to move from supporting Republican-Libertarians to voting for our current president came when I realised that I had been allying myself with people who, if given power, would ultimately seek to destroy my freedom because (horror of horrors) I don’t worship their God. Despite the Tea-Partiers claims that they love America more than those damn liberals, if you talk to many of them, their vision is for a white, patriarchal, Christian America - we had that, it was ugly, and I want nothing of it.

5. Sarah Palin.
She’s still just as dumb as she was during the elections, but much less entertaining now. Palin is proof that little girls can grow up to be beauty queens and governors and almost-Vice-Presidents and STILL manage to set back the feminist movement about 60 years. Bitch, pls.

Happy new-ish year. I hope you’re ready for the same old shit.

Love,

Megsie