Rant ON!

You know what really steams my broccoli lately? The fact that these gouging stations (formerly know as gas stations) are now charging MORE for the use of debit/credit cards. WTF. That is such bullshit. The average markup is like .10/gallon between the cash price and credit price. When you're filling a Ford F150 super crew 4x4, that .10/gallon makes a difference. This really pisses me off. I only buy my gas at Costco because they're by far the cheaper gouge around and they ONLY take my debit card.

Next.....

I'm so effing tired of people coughing and not covering their mouth. I'm equally effing tired of people coughing in my effing face all the while NOT covering their mouth. Yah, I know it's a hazard of the job but what the fuck. Unless you've just lost your arms to some freak accident or you're too weak to lift them (this only applies to the 98 year olds I routinely treat who are basically DIB (dead in bed) there is NO excuse as to why you cannot cover when you cough. This goes for my MIL who's one of the BIGGEST offenders.

Next.....

Old lady perfume. Seriously MeMaw, lay off the Windsong. I have asthma and the bath you took in that perfume is literally causing my airways to seize. This is one of the single handed reasons that I hold my breath whenever I walk by someone. I have this "thing" with smelling people. It's a rarity that I get lucky and smell some Angel, Eternity, Light Blue or Burberry on someone. No... I get the B.O, rotten crotch, ashtray man, mold and mildew lady or that MeMaw with Windsong. I shudder whenever I'm stuck in an elevator with people. Ugggh, you can't help but smell each other! Ever since I quit smoking, I've had vampire like olfactory senses. It's ridiculous.

Next.....

My gallbladder. It needs to come out. I know too much, I just can't do it. I'm not sure at what point I'll be forced into doing something. This is so not good and I'm tired of feeling like I'm gonna puke after I eat anything. Why the fuck am I not losing weight?? Grrr.

I'm tired. Rant off.