Deep In The Forrest

It all started yesterday morning, I just didn't have a chance to stop and rant. We decided to get into the gym extra-early to avoid having to deal with "The Clacker" (the little dooky-ball haired, hog-faced girl who makes too much noise on the machines). Normally, she piles in around 6:30, so we dragged ourselves out of bed at 5:15 or so, and ended up at the gym on the Elliptical machines at 5:30 a.m. It was still dark outside, she was nowhere in sight, I was enjoying my work-out for once. Since we'd been so comfortable, we decided to make our workout a hour instead of 30 or 45 minutes (plus the 5 minute cool-down). I forget what I was watching, as there's usually not that much on that early in the morning... maybe it was "Sister, Sister". Like clockwork, and 30 minutes early herself, IN WALKS THE MUTHAFLIPPIN CLACKER!!! My heart sinks. I looked at Richie in disbelief. How on earth did this happen? It was so carefully planned! Was she psychic maybe? She...

Today, I was planning a big rant about people using their cellphones in an office environment, and how rude it is when they don't know how to put it on silent, or use an 'inside voice' when they are on the cellphone, or the "speaker phone". Either way, they are oblivious to the fact that there are others around them trying to get some work done, and that they are not, in fact, the only person in the office. I was also going to say that we, the others not constantly on the phone, who are trying to concentrate, are not interested in hearing the details of your private affairs, we don't want to know about your divorce proceedings, we don't want to hear you yelling at your child to finish her chores or else, and we really don't enjoy your less than amusing choices of ring tones. All this stuff should be 'personal stuff' and kept out of the office. That is, unless you have your own private office with sound proof walls, but that is not the case. No ...