Category Archives: Stupidity = Ew

Yet another reason to hate Walmart…

I was hanging out with Jennifer and Tom yesterday after I had baby sat Maggie (it was fun fun fun! I love that little munchkin :-) A list of Maggie’s new tricks coming soon haha) and Jennifer started talking about an article that Sarah or Bobby (not sure which) had told her about. It’s from the LA Times and was published November 2007. I have posted it here, and it justified my ever increasing hatred for the blasphemy that is Walmart:

Wal-mart’s lawsuit: legal, but wrong
The retail giant’s pursuit of funds paid to a severely injured former employee puts hardship on a family.

November 21, 2007

Deborah Shank’s story would have been sad enough, considering the devastating injuries she suffered in a traffic accident seven years ago. Nevertheless, Wal-Mart found a way to add a brutal coda.




As chronicled in Tuesday’s Wall Street Journal, Shank, a former overnight shelf-stocker for Wal-Mart in southeastern Missouri, was driving her minivan when she was broadsided by a semi and suffered permanent brain damage. Unable to walk without help, she lost the ability to care for herself or interact meaningfully with her family. Now 52, she lives in a nursing home.




Wal-Mart started out as one of the good guys in this story, paying almost $470,000 of her initial medical bills. But three years after Shank’s husband sued and settled with the semi driver’s employer, the retail giant changed hats. It demanded every penny back, plus interest and legal fees — more, in fact, than the $417,477 the settlement had placed in a special-needs Medicaid trust fund for Shank’s future healthcare expenses.




The company persuaded a federal district court judge and the U.S. 8th Circuit Court of Appeals to award it the full amount, even though Shank’s family had paid for the lawsuit. Nor did it matter that the settlement covered a fraction of her expenses and losses. Wal-Mart’s healthcare plan clearly states that it gets first dibs on any money recovered by injured employees. Such provisions aren’t uncommon in health plans, and Wal-Mart isn’t the first to enforce one.




Doing what the law allows isn’t the same as doing the right thing, however. The company made itself whole at the expense of a helpless former employee who will never be whole again. Instead of having some resources to improve her care, Shank will receive only the basic services afforded her by Medicaid and Social Security. Nor will the trust fund be in a position to reimburse Medicaid (i.e., taxpayers), which stood to collect any unspent money upon Shank’s death.




Wal-Mart argues that it’s just trying to be fair to those still paying into the company’s healthcare plan. Big payouts to insured workers can drive up the plan’s premiums. The half-million dollars it spent on Shank’s care, however, translates into less than 40 cents per Wal-Mart employee. In its most recent quarter, its stores generated that much in operating income every eight minutes.




Wal-Mart has spent the last few years working hard to rebut healthcare reformers, labor unions, anti-globalization groups and other critics who’ve argued that it puts profits ahead of humanity. While its advertising campaigns try to put a friendlier spin on the company, its behavior toward Shank tells a different story. If Wal-Mart can’t restrain itself, perhaps Congress should prevent health plans from draining settlements won by injured workers with more bills to pay.



Yes, I’m defending celebs

So this morning I got highly annoyed by something that really doesn’t matter at all. I was listening to a coworker (who is only a year older than me) rant like a backwards-stuck-in-his-ways 58 year old man. He does this pretty regularly, and I usually tune it out, but today it was exceptionally loud and about celebrities. It was in reference to Shia LeBeouf’s latest run-in with the law involving a wreck and alcohol (we call these DUIs).

“Celebrities always have to do stupid things to get in the news, they just do this to keep themselves famous.” I, of course, disgreed with him and said, that people do stupid things all the time, we just hear about celebrities doing it because they are, in fact, celebrities and are in the public eye. And he, of course, in so many words told me I was wrong and that “normal” people didn’t go around doing stuff like that… Um, okay Mr. I Went To A Private Religiously Affiliated School That Doesn’t Even Allow People Of The Opposite Sex To Hold Hands (really he did, and really they are seriously that strict), something tells me you don’t have a good perception of the real world… Try going to any standard college campus, or any town in general and tell me that no one drives “buzzed” or drunk. Looking at the cases with the most impact: there were approximately 13,470 deaths from “alcohol-related” accidents in 2006… I’m sure those were all caused by celebrities because they’re the only one’s that do “things like that.”

Here’s another example. Everyone is freaking out about the photos of Britney Spears standing on a patio with her young son. She is smoking a cigarette, and her pack of Marlboros and lighter sits on the table. The photo sequence shows her son reaching for the pack and the lighter, picking them up, and then her snatching them away from him. Final conclusion: Britney Spears is definitely an unfit mother and shouldn’t be allowed to see her children. Ever. (…Please tell me you sensed the sarcasm in that…) Wake up people. There are approximately 22.6 million women that smoke in the United States…how many of those women have children, and how many of those children have reached for their mother’s pack of cigs? I’m going to take an uneducated guess and say the percentage climbs into the high 80s and 90s.

So I guess you could say I’m a celebrity advocate. If you were a celebrity think about all of the stuff that would be smeared across the tabloids? (Unless of course you’re perfect, like my coworker…) I’d probably make it on the page of “Celebrities Without Makeup,” or have a headline that says “Another breakdown for Susanna” or “NEWSFLASH: Susanna forgot to pay for her refill” (which I’m sure would be followed by an evil article about celebrities being jerks who think people owe them something).

Seriously people, there are more important things to worry about. Get over it and stop hating.

Evil bike boys

So by my experiences I have formed a new opinion on men. Basically, any guy that hasn’t ever/doesn’t ride bikes is fair game. I don’t mean, “Oh let’s go ride bikes!” I mean, “I’m so badass, I jump things and ride down hills really fast.”

By my experiences I have learned they are jackasses.

Probably because they are, in fact, doing something very dangerous, and have tons of scars, and go to the emergency room at least once every three months…which by definition does make them an badass… However their badass behavior spills over into disrespect for people. (Like, ahem, me…)

Case #1 - Girl likes guy, guy doesn’t really like girl, but likes the fact that girl likes guy and continues to emotionally abuse her for almost two years. (This of course is girls fault too, but all girls know that at some point they have in their life a true asshole that for some reason they just can’t shake.)

Case #2 – Girl thinks she has found nice, mature, older guy. Thinks that he has his head on straight because he has a full-time job, he’s successful. First date she finds out he rides bikes. Fast. On mountain sides. Should have been a warning sign, but noooooo. And you guessed it ladies and gentleman, he’s an asshole.

Case #3 - Girl has always had a weird crush on guy (that, goes without saying, rides bikes) but he is taken and has a really nice, sweet, girlfriend. Guy suddenly starts professing really weird feelings to Girl, while he, in fact, still has a really nice, sweet, girlfriend. From the girlfriend’s point of view, he’s an asshole.

Three times, three guys, three bikes.

Lesson learned. (Hopefully)

So what are you going to ask the next guy that asks you out? That’s right…

“So, do you ride bikes?”

the right thing to do…?

What an interesting situation, one that is extremely confusing to talk about, even for me because the web of relationships get so tangled that it sounds like a bad soap opera.

Out of all of this I guess the question is, what should a person act on? Should a person take something they’ve always wanted when it presents itself, even if it causes pain in someone they respect (not best friend, but a respected peer)? Or should they take a step back and walk silently for the good of a social circle that really isn’t so perfect, and in the long run, really won’t even matter?

Oh what to do….

I’ve asked several opinions and I have one person saying, “Respect the person you are face-value friends with and leave it alone,” while another is saying “If someone is lurking outside of their relationship, that relationship is obviously unstable, so bide your time and wait for what you want to be available.” Jennifer says this is shyness vs. over-confidence. What am I?

I am not shy. I am not over-confident. I am not a pusher, but I am not a push-over. I know what I want and it seems unreal when it finally presents itself. Why am I willing to let it go? Why am I willing to step back and be silent? Why can’t I step up and take it? What am I afraid of?

I don’t know the answer to any of those questions… I think time will tell. But what will make me angry is if I find myself being the shy one, being a push-over, being silent…and I watch an opportunity disappear.

P.s. Do I have a sticker on my forehead that says:

monday. and counting.

today was interesting

I was greeted at my desk on this fantastic Monday morning by the question “So did your mom have a good mother’s day?”

I literally just froze and looked at the woman with this look that im sure completely confused her and said “Yes.” Then turned around hoping the conversation would end with a swivel of my chair…

Not.

She continued to ask if my sisters and I went to visit my mother.

I found the most normal tone I could muster and said, “My mother passed away last fall.”

Which brought the cascades of sorrys and frets and etc. and etc. and I wanted to die.

Ugggggh, tactlessness+nosy+idiocy+human being=fatally awkward situations for everyone.

Granted, the poor woman had no idea…but then comes the tactlessness and the intruding questions 7 hours later about how awkward it made HER feel and then she had the nerve to ask HOW my mother died.

Taking the advice of a rather intelligent person that has recently showed up in my life, I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” And had to repeat myself 3 times before she finally got the point.

In keeping with that advice: I was not rude. I was firm.

Happy late Mother’s day. ew.

p.s. Bonnaroo planning has commenced. 29 days. Heck freakin’ yes

7:15 AM = Honesty.

It’s a beautiful day.

Of course I woke up at 7:15 to my phone about to explode with a text message. A 7:15 text message that was just too dramatic for that hour of the day…

Basically to make a long story short, a person in my life who lately had not been present (which is a positive thing), decided to make an entrance, on cue with a moment of his personal drama and my complete satisfaction with him not being around.

Basically he was letting me know that he had been hurt so I should somehow feel satisfied that he was being hurt in the same way he’d hurt me. But the thing is, I just don’t care. And I told him that. With 7:15 a.m. comes this thing called unfailing honesty.

Exact quote from me, “It doesn’t make me smile when people are hurting, especially when I don’t really care.”

I didn’t realize that was as brutal as it sounds until I’d sent it and I was like, wait, what did I just say?

And then I felt maybe a little bad because I’m not a mean person, and then I decided not to feel bad and spent the rest of the time before I fell asleep obsessing over the fabulous night before, which I spent with a guy who respects me. RESPECT…what a novel concept.

It was something I never got from dramatic-text-message boy, and something I’m literally in awe of as I get tons of it from “let-me-hold-every-door-for-you-and-act-like-i’m-ridiculously-honored-that- you’re-hanging-out-with-me” guy. (not boy.)

So yea, I guess things could’ve gotten thrown off track a little… at least old Susanna would’ve obsessed over the fact that I’d gotten that text message, and I guess in a sense I am, but not in the “oh maybe he needs me after all” way, more of the “wow, I totally don’t care” way. :-)

Oh Sunny Sundays…

what i almost did.

So i came very close to using my blog for less-than honorable things last night:

The launching of a campaign to attack someone’s reputation, etc.

I’m glad I didn’t.

Then again I wish I had.

At least you can delete a blog post.

( art is not a pond and a tree )

(but it can be)

an introduction…

Hi, my name is Bottled Water.

I am made of polyethylene terephthalate…which you might know as crude oil.


I am so popular it takes 17+ million barrels of oil annually to make, produce, and transport me.


You probably think I’m healthier than tap water, but there’s a 40% chance I began as tap water and was mixed with minerals that have no proven health benefit.


Drink to much of those minerals and you could face some health problems.


My production is less regulated than the maintenance of tap water.


There is an 86% chance that I will become garbage or litter.


Burn me and I will emit chlorine gas and heavy-metal ash into the atmosphere.


Bury me and I will take 1,000 years to biodegrade.


Try to recycle me and I could be exported all the way to China – adding to the unnecessary use of resources.


Thinking of reusing me? Look up the term “leaching.”


Hi, my name is Bottled Water.


Want to use me? I don’t cost that much…


 

Most of these fun facts came from
http://www.earth-policy.org/Updates/2006/Update51.htm
And also an array of other website found through Googling the terms “leaching”, “water bottle+health”, “water bottle+statistics”, and “water bottle+CNN”

dumb-dumb-dumb-stupid-dumb

Why does a simple question have to turn into a control struggle?

And the thing is, I didn’t even see it that way until someone told me it was. and then I got angry because it’s so stupid. So So stupid when people turn simple things into a big deal.

And when I actually waste time stating on my blog what this issue is about those who read it will roll their eyes, because it’s dumb.

All I want is an iTunes password. That’s it. So I can access the music files on my computer. That’s it. Not a big deal right?

WRONG my friends WRONG!

But seeing as I work with computer geniuses I consulted the masses and have found a way to beat the system…

muaha.