I found myself looking at a $20 bill in my hand the other day, thinking about how it now gives me anxiety, because back in “the day”, holding $20 felt like freedom. You could spend a whole day with your friends on twenty bucks. But, now…you order a couple of cocktails and boom — you’re reaching back into your wallet to get the bartender’s tip. It just seems like you have to really make money stretch as far as it can go, so that you literally get your money’s worth.
I wish people on Facebook would end their posts on a positive note, so that when people “like” it, it doesn’t look strange. Example: “RIP Uncle Bobbo” LIKE (that he died) would become “RIP Uncle Bobbo, I am blessed to have been able to call such a wonderful man my family.” LIKE (that he was so nice).
Speaking of Facebook and/or social media…
I love that people often use emojis now, instead of words, to describe their thoughts. Example: using a thumbs-up or a peace sign or an emoticon to convey their feelings on whatever they’re posting about. It gets to the point faster, and oddly enough – seems to paint a better picture of their personality than if they babbled on about it.
Macy’s has a one day sale every single day, it seems. Stupid. I mean, how many times can they come up with a different theme song/catch phrase/commercial to promote the sale they have all.the.time? I think they should just be like, “Hey, it’s a one day sale…again. Shocked? Us, either.”
I’m ready for fall. I love summertime, I really do. But, I’m ready for sweaters, crockpots, pumpkin flavored coffee and boots. And new TV shows/episodes. Thankfully, I’m told Illinois has fall foliage, too. Don’t ask me why I thought for a second they wouldn’t.
I will never, EVER love — or even like — Excel. Ever. EVERRRRRRR. When I first found out we were moving here and that I had to look for a new job, I took a Microsoft Office aptitude test. When the Excel portion of the test began, I kept second-guessing myself and even just kind of blew through it with the idea that I wouldn’t do well — and I even made peace with that. But, lo and behold, I did really well with Excel. I can’t figure out how I can be good at something I hate soooo much.
Being awesome truly is a curse, I guess.