This Song

That's What "Grinds My Gears" template. Annoyance level: 2. Image: FOX.

That’s What “Grinds My Gears” template. Annoyance level: 2. Image: FOX.

As mundane and trivial as me complaining about a song is, I did warn you in the ABOUT section that I would write about what annoyed me, no matter what it was. And currently, it’s a song.

The now über-popular Ingrid Michaelson song, “Girls Chase Boys” has constantly been in my head since it came out earlier this year. Don’t get me wrong; the song is catchy. But since it’s been playing in and out of my mind for quite some time now, well (you guessed it!), it grinds my gears.

I have nothing against the talented Ms. Michaelson. I attempted to see her when she visited my university a few years back, but it wasn’t meant to be. Though, all the classmates I knew who went said the concert was phenomenal. It’s just the fact that I’ve somehow heard this song on an endless loop that I can’t escape from is what’s irking me.

Every few months, the big wigs for my retail job give out a new soundtrack to pump through the speakers to sooth customers while they shop. During the majority of 2014, the soundtrack has included “Girls Chase Boys” on the playlist. In my opinion, the head honchos at my employer chose this song because they knew it was going to be a hit.

It’s not even the beat nor lyrics of the song that bother me. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what the actual message of the song is. I gather it has something to do with girls chasing boys chasing girls based on the lyrics. The bizarre video doesn’t help me in any way, either:

Lots of dancing in brightly colored dresses seems to be what “Girls Chase Boys” is about, apparently. An obvious message is that of a break up, based on the amount of times Michaelson croons about all of the broken hearts in the world still beating. But it doesn’t end there.

Within the past month, “Girls Chase Boys” not only filled my ears with its upbeat tune while I was at work, it has popped up in TV shows and commercials alike. Target has used Ingrid Michaelson’s newest song in their “Running” campaign, for the corporation’s new subscription offers. The continuously-full-of-drama “Switched At Birth” had the song play in their summer premiere episode on June 16. Ingrid Michaelson herself took to Facebook to let viewers and fans alike know about the premiere episode. Plus, it even played during the series’ premiere episode of MTV’s trying-hard-to-be-realistic-but-failing-miserably “Finding Carter.” How is it I can’t escape girls chasing boys chasing girls?

Like I said, it’s not like I hate the song itself. I loathe the fact that I’ve been hearing it for months on end and it seems like it will keep on playing. Possibly until the end of time. I don’t have a beef with “Girls Chase Boys;” in fact, I often catch myself singing along to it while toiling away at work. It’s a catchy pop song that I’m sure people will be bobbing their heads to for a long time. If there’s anything specific that about “Girls Chase Boys” that bothers me, it’s that its possible probable message is eerily similar to Panic! At The Disco’s racy “Girls/Girls/Boys.”


“It’s good.”

Why the F*ck? "Grinds my Gears" template. Annoyance level: 4. Image: FOX.

Why the F*ck? “Grinds my Gears” template. Annoyance level: 4. Image: FOX.

No, I’m not talking about that Maxwell House commercial. Rather, I’m talking about the response I typically get after I ask a friend, coworker or acquaintance why I should watch that show/read that book. What’s all the hullabaloo about “Game of Thrones?” Why is everyone bawling their eyes out after reading The Fault in Our Stars? “It’s good.” OK … can anyone elaborate on what that means? I don’t get any descriptors or any information what the plot of said TV show/movie/book is about. I receive a simple statement that doesn’t make me want to actually delve into those fandom scenes. Instead, it absolutely drives me crazy. And as you can guess, it’s the latest thing on my mind that grinds my gears.

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Let’s do a not-so-scientific experiment. If you’re like myself and have never seen an episode of “Game of Thrones,” “Breaking Bad,” or even the ultra-meta “Community,” go ask your friends or coworkers what they think of those shows (This can also work with books like The Fault in Our Stars or Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children). If that person replied with “It’s good,” and nothing else, you get to continue on! If that person replied with a detailed description and gave you a synopsis for the series, congratulations; the people you know are more eloquent with their words than the people I know. (Can I come hang with you guys? I’ll bring cookies.)

Once those people have given you the brief “It’s good,” try and ask why? What do you like about the book? What makes it the best movie of all time? Shrug, “I don’t know,” is a typical answer. Urge these people to give you a reason why they enjoyed that book/film/show, and maybe you’ll get an inch of leeway. I haven’t received much else. None of these responses tell me what makes that story so good.

It turns me off from even picking up a book or changing the channel (read: stream online) when this is what people tell me. Occasionally I will receive an answer telling me about the author’s writing style or how the TV show’s storytelling is beyond compare. Occasionally. My favorite retort (that has also since caused me to not engage myself in this story whatsoever) came from a friend when I asked what makes The Fault in Our Stars so compelling? This is a bit of a spoiler ahead, so tread with caution. “There’s a plot twist that you don’t see coming.” That’s great and all, but you kind of just ruined the story.

This gets a ranking of 4 on my annoyance scale because of how often I’ve heard this lately. Maybe I’m hanging out with the wrong people, but if I had a dollar for the number of times I’ve gotten “It’s good” when asking about a series I haven’t heard of, well, I’d have a lot of dollars. I understand not everyone is not as well-spoken as Roger Ebert was about movies (whose website, by the way, gave “The Fault in Our Stars” film only two stars), but I myself would be more interested in a book or film if someone at least gives me some details about the plot. Why is it good? What do you like about it? If someone were to answer those questions for me next time I ask about a series, it would definitely pique my interest.

No one (thus far) will tell me why I should read this book or watch that show other than the terse “It’s good.” Till next time, I’m off looking for other adjectives and actual concrete reasoning that may give me more information as to why I should invest my time in a series. In other words, when people give me this response, it aggravates my accoutrements.

Picking up the phone when you shouldn’t

That's What "Grinds My Gears" template. Annoyance level: 2. Image: FOX.

That’s What “Grinds My Gears” template. Annoyance level: 2. Image: FOX.

While it may seem like today’s post is channeling a thought I had only a few weeks ago, it will not be covering the exact same thing. I promise. However, I have noticed as of late, there is a current trend of people who pick up their phones — when they’re in a situation where they shouldn’t necessarily do so. Many things go on throughout a day that mean a person can’t always pick up the phone: getting a car’s oil changed; being away from a desk at work; having left a cell phone at home for the day, etc. So why suddenly do people pick up their phones when their immediate response in an aforementioned situation is “I can’t talk right now?” Read on and you’ll find out exactly why this trend grinds my gears annoys me to no end.

From what I have experienced with this phone-picking-up trend, it tends to be younger people who partake in it. If I call my parents during the workday, and either of them are busy, they typically do not pick up the phone. Rather, they will call me back when there is an opportunity to do so. Maybe it’s a generational thing, as most people over the age of 30 will not abide by this rule. (I choose 30 as my closest friends have yet to hit that mark, but some coworkers of mine are over that mark.)

Most millennials I know would rather not pick up the phone but shoot off a text to whomever is calling instead. Or, as of late, friends and coworkers of mine pick up the phone when they are busy, so they shouldn’t really be picking up the phone in the first place (hence the reason I’m writing this post). I have called people numerous times only to be greeted with a hushed tone of “Hey, I’m at work.” All right, then why on earth are you picking up the phone? Just let my call go to voice mail and call me back when you can. Isn’t that the point of voice mail in the first place?

Another happenstance occurred when I called a friend to wish that friend a happy birthday. The moment the phone was picked up, I began singing “happy birthday to you … ” and when I finished, I was greeted with silence. After a pause, I received a response of “I’m at work. I have to go.” Click. No hello, no thank you, nothing. So why does it seem like everyone feels it’s necessary, as of late, to pick up the phone when they can’t/shouldn’t?

Perhaps it’s because most people in my generation are afraid of voice mail. The New York Times wrote about a recent study done of how younger people are leaving less and less voice mails these days. The article goes on to say how some people feel it is almost like public speaking and get dry-mouthed when going to leave a voice message. Others say voice mail is only used in a professional setting, like trying to contact a boss or superior, and even then, they get nervous when leaving the recording. As we live in a culture with technology that gives us instant gratification, it may make sense to some to shoot off a text instead of leaving a voice message, but it does not to me — among many other people.

It appears that people would prefer to ignore — even delete — that glaring reminder of a voice mail and pick up the phone in lieu of letting a phone call go to a message. This irks me to no end. Yes, it only receives an annoyance level of 2, but that is because it is out of my control and not everyone follows this anomaly. I suppose it’s just the people I’ve been around recently that are apt to do this.

From what I’ve gathered in my own personal experiences and from the Times article, younger generations would prefer to awkwardly answer a phone rather than risk receiving — and heaven forbid, listening to — a voice mail. Or, others screen calls because they would pick up if they want to talk to the caller. Me, I will intentionally not pick up a call if I don’t recognize the phone number. Maybe I’ve gained the same mindset as my peers, but I don’t feel comfortable picking up the phone when I don’t know who (nor why that person) is calling. But, if you call me and don’t leave a voice mail, don’t expect a call back from me. I’ll even take a text saying “Hey, call me back when you can.” But if there is no voice mail, I don’t warrant it important enough for me to return your call.

Why answering a phone in a situation that typically warrants the caller to leave a voice mail has become more of a popular occurrence recently is beyond me. Millennials and other young generations choose texting over phone calls. As this is the technology we’ve grown up with and become accustomed to, it makes about an ounce of sense why some people choose to send a text rather than leave a voice message. But, when those people choose not to screen phone calls, and thus make an inconvenient situation for everyone, well, it grinds my gears.

Being short

C'mon "Grinds My Gears template." Annoyance level: 3. Image: FOX.

C’mon “Grinds My Gears template.” Annoyance level: 3. Image: FOX.

It’s that time of week again, learning what currently is an annoyance in my life that I thoughtfully share with all of you wonderful people. I appreciate everyone tuning in week after week, listening to me go on and on about the most mundane — and sometimes ridiculous — grievances. Today’s grievance is something that has plagued me my whole life and can’t necessarily by fixed: being short. I loathe being short as a fully-grown adult. Buckle your seat belts, this post is going to be a whirlwind.

I’ll start with the obvious; yes, I could always opt to wear high heels to give myself a lift, but it isn’t that easy. I am as graceful as a giraffe roaming the savanna when I wobble around in heels. Wedges and stilettos alike, my feet and ankles kill me after a few minutes in them. I tend to opt for the more conservative kitten heel to take my 5-foot-2-inch frame to a more normal height of 5 feet 4 inches.

Besides, heels are only a temporary solution to an eternal problem. I was that kid who shot up early in middle school and by junior high, everyone else was towering over me. Even my friends who were in short stature would make cracks about how short I was (and still am). These friends were along the 5-feet-3-inch to 5-feet-4-inch range, by the way. Not that I’m saying anything about the pot calling the kettle black; I’m not saying that at all. Nope.

Anyway, all of my fellow diminutive folk can understand when I say the world is not accommodating to us. As I have stated before, one of my current jobs is retail. And let me be the first to say that the store I work at is not conducive to short people. Displays hang from the highest rafters, which customers aren’t meant to be able to grab the clothing from there, but guess who has to hang that merchandise on display? That’s right, the employees. (What, did you think I was going to say the short people?) Climbing that step ladder to hang things up and pull items down for customers gives me anxiety — and I’m not even afraid of heights! It’s not just the displays; clothing for sale may get put on high shelves or tall rolling racks, so certain items, like maxi dresses, have to hang higher so they won’t skim the floor. I get that. But it’s cumbersome when I’m out shopping somewhere or trying to help a customer and I have to reach an item via stepladder or grab one of those shepherd’s hook thingamajigs.

Even in the grocery store life is difficult for us short folks. It seems to work out in my disfavor that all the items and food I need tend to be on the top shelf. And if I can’t reach something, I may have to take a trip around the store in search of some worker who could assist me in reaching that box of Cheez-Its. I specifically remember a trip to the Athens Kroger with a few friends where I couldn’t reach the glass bottles of Cokes, and asked one of those friends to reach some for me. After a fit a laughter and making sure I really couldn’t reach the top shelf, that friend agreed to grab the goods for me. (You know who you are.)

It’s not just reaching items in far off places that irk me as a short person. I often get told that I look young because of how minute I am. Sometimes I feel that’s all right. I quite often use my university ID to get discounts at places even though I graduated over a year ago. However, all of you 21-and-up crowd (or 18-and-up for those across the pond) understand that this gets a little bit irritating at times. While I have been a part of the drinking world for two years now, I am constantly asked to produce my ID — at places where I am typically a regular.

Sure, sure, there are many of you out there right now saying I should be thankful for my youthful looks when I get older. When I get to that age, I will let you know. But the ultimate reason that this phenomenon grinds my gears is because of pants. I cannot recollect a time in my adult life where I have been able to find a pair of pants that not only fit my waist and hips, but also don’t drag on the ground. No matter where I have shopped, it seems that clothing manufacturers don’t take into consideration that short people come in all shapes and sizes. So a regular-length pant won’t cut it. And when you opt for the short-length pants, you run the risk of looking like Blaine Anderson wearing his omnipresent high waters. Don’t get me wrong; Darren Criss can rock those high waters, but not everyone can, unfortunately.

Of course, shopping petite collections is always an option. But many clothiers only offer petite and tall clothing online. So then you have the added hassle of trying to measure yourself to see if petite clothing will fit along with paying for shipping costs (did I already mention the dreaded high waters?). On top of that, some petite collections only go up to certain sizes, meaning not all short folk can find a proper length of pants. See where my problem is? Sure, I can always roll my pant legs, but recently I have gotten tired of always seeing cuffs at my ankles.

On my scale of annoyance, being short receives a 3. I would rank it higher, however, many everyday occurrences can have a temporary fix. Heels or hemming/rolling up pants may not be seen as an abhorrence (and sometimes actually are) but can also be rocked as a fashion statement. But other problems like having a youthful appearance or not reaching items on a high shelf are ones I don’t see to having an easy solution any time soon. I have lived 23 years being short, I guess I can find a way for my diminutive stature not to grind my gears for the rest of my life. Until then, never call me “fun-sized.”

Phones while cashiering

C'mon "Grinds My Gears template." Annoyance level: 3. Image: FOX.

C’mon “Grinds My Gears template.” Annoyance level: 3. Image: FOX.

In typical fashion, when you are done shopping, you head to the checkout. A line is normal in most places, which means you may take out your phone to fiddle around with while waiting to make a purchase. But suddenly, it dawns on you that you forgot to call Jeremy and tell him about the super awesome date you had last night. Good thing this line is long! All the while the line steadily dwindles down and you’re next to be rung out. Ah, I can keep chatting with Jeremy. It’s no big deal, you think. I’m here to tell you yes, it is a big deal — for the cashier it is anyway.

A cashier is standing hours on end making small talk with strangers about how their shopping experience was. Cashiers provide a service to you (in essence) by gathering all the items you want to purchase together and ringing them out. To me, it is just plain rude to continue having a conversation when an employee is doing his or her best to make sure your shopping experience was stellar. But with a customer chatting away on the phone not paying attention to me, it feels like I am a nuisance getting in the way of your ever-so-important conversation. This week, this is what really grinds my gears. (It may not be fair to cast another post about the retail world on you guys two weeks in a row, but alas, that’s happening.)

To be fair, as an employee in the retail realm, I am not omni-bubbly. A lot goes on in a singular shift that can cause an employee to lose steam. Dealing with unruly or discourteous people tends to make a smile fade fast. So I may not necessarily have a huge smile on my face while cashiering. But I digress. When there is a long line at the register, I have been instructed to summon another employee via walkie-talkie to ring out customers as well. During the daytime, it is frequently women with young children who come in. But during an afternoon, or worse, a Saturday, everyone and their third cousin once removed have the shopping bug as well. That’s when the long lines begin.

I know numerous places are now incorporating self-checkouts into stores for customers. I enjoy using the self-checkout when I am at the grocery store and am solely getting milk or Cheez-Its (a staple in my life). But it isn’t that simple in clothing stores. Countless articles of clothing have security sensors attached to them, and, well, if it were easy for a customer to remove them, then there might be a lot more theft in stores. So, I am there not only to gather together the clothes you want to purchase, but also there to ensure A) all security tags are removed and B) making sure when the alarm doesn’t go off when you leave. (Cashiers are only human; sometimes we don’t notice when an item still has a security sensor on it. Sorry if you’ve ever had to bring an item back because of that. I apologize for cashiers everywhere.)

That being said, it is strange to me that a person thinks it would be all right to babble away on his or her phone when I am trying to explain that certain items are up to 50 percent off. That doesn’t mean everything is 50 percent off; reading the fine print helps. A teacher wouldn’t pick up a phone in the middle of explaining how long division works to talk about how that super awesome date went last night. (Or maybe a teacher would, I don’t know; I’m not a teacher). What is happening in the present is a tad bit more important than gabbing with your gal pals, to me that is.

Another reason this grinds my constantly-ticking gears is that voice mail exists. So does texting. When your phone rings, it doesn’t mean you have to pick it up immediately. Whoever is calling you can leave you a voice mail, telling you what he or she is calling you about. Or rather, with teens in the 21st century, they’ll call you, and if you don’t pick up, they’ll immediately send you a text message instead of leaving a voice mail. This is the purpose of voice mail, for a person to let you know why he or she is calling and for you to call that person back. However, if it is a life-or-death situation and you need to pick up the phone right away, I understand. (But then, why are you out shopping if there is an emergency going on?)

Most people who pick up their phone in the midst of a transaction utter something like “Hold on for a sec,” to whomever is on the line and then re-focus the attention back to me. Those people I greatly appreciate. However, other people I have encountered in my eight months in the retail world pick up the phone and say something along the lines of “Oh nothing, just out shopping. I’m not busy.” Uh, yes, yes you are. Then, when I try to tell that customer what the total is or why we can’t accept an online-only coupon in stores, I’ll usually receive an eye roll and a grumpy retort about being on the phone. I’m sorry am inconveniencing you while you’re out shopping.

This isn’t just limited to the retail world, necessarily. While I was at Ohio University — the excellent establishment of higher learning that it is — I experienced this at my part-time job there. I worked at Jeff Market. Now when I say market, I don’t mean like a fresh produce market or a grocery store. It was more or less a convenience store. When students had extra meals from their meal plans they didn’t use, they could buy food and such at the markets with those meals. It had an abundance (read: yeah, right) of health foods galore. Most kids were there to gobble up the Easy Mac, Ben & Jerry’s, Chobani or to grab a Starbucks Double Shot before heading to class. But for some reason in that cramped market, people thought it would be all right to talk on the phone when us employees would try to explain they had used up all their meals and needed to either pay another way or put stuff back. No one understood the meal-to-swipe ratio in my three years at Jeff Market. No one.

So, being the talented college students we were, the employees all devised a plan to deal with unruly phone users. We made a sign. Not just any sign, a sign colored with Crayola markers that read “Hang up to be rang up” with a lovely drawing of a cell phone beside it. Brilliant, isn’t it? I tended to be polite and ask students to not answer their phones because sometimes, students would just hand me their IDs and go on with the phone conversation. This was difficult because I wouldn’t know if you’d want to use all your meals in one transaction, would you want to do half meals and half cash or if you even had enough meals left anyway. I don’t know any of this from you just handing me your ID. Mind readers may know this, but not me. Other coworkers would just point to the sign until kids understood they weren’t getting their precious Chobani Greek yogurt until they ended their conversation. (Seriously, we would run out of Greek yogurts in mere hours. People loved those things.) Eventually, we got asked by a full-time employee of the university to take the sign down. Something about it being rude to customers or whatever.

Retail can be ruthless. Whether it is customers no fully understanding the return policy and throwing clothing at you or  customers trying to return clothing they bought three years ago, it is always an exciting day at my place of work. (Those are both stories for another day.) However, I am done saying sorry to phone gabbers at the register like my presence bothers them so. While the majority of places probably won’t let employees use a similar “hang up to be rang up” tactic, chatty Cathys will grind my gears.

Fitting Rooms

Why the F*ck? "Grinds my Gears" template. Annoyance level: 4.

Why the F*ck? “Grinds my Gears” template. Annoyance level: 4. Image: FOX.

If you have never worked in retail, then you don’t know the dreaded horror that comes with being assigned fitting room duty. It seem like a simple task of helping customers find a proper size or being asked if a shirt looks all right wouldn’t be horrendous. Oh, but it is. More and more these days, it seems, that people have no manners and seem to be all right acting rude while out shopping. For those of you who are sitting there with a perplexed look on your face, don’t worry; read on and you’ll find out why fitting rooms grind my gears are the bane of my existence.

As I have stated previously, I currently work in retail. (In case you couldn’t guess that.) But as I like my job and like my employer, I’m not going to be naming who I work for. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, kiddos. Like any customer service-powered job, being polite and not snapping at someone who is rude are key factors in the retail world.

I’m not saying it’s hard to be polite and kind to customers; it’s not when the customers treat you the same way. It is hard to have a smile plastered on your face hours on end when customers scream and throw things at you. That’s what makes the stories worth telling.

Anyway, there will come a time in any retail worker’s life when cashiering just isn’t enough, and you have to be trained in other areas of the store. Shipment, displays and pricing all come into play. But so does the dreaded fitting room. I’m not just annoyed at the fact that when I am in the fitting room, it means I am also a backup ringer (meaning I’m constantly called back and forth from one duty to another). No, it is the fact that no one bothers to clean up after themselves in a fitting room that gets my blood boiling.

Anytime that you are out shopping and come across a store employee in the fitting room, he or she isn’t only there to count the number of items you’re bringing into a fitting room, no. He or she is most likely there to prevent customers from stealing any merchandise. Don’t act so appalled; I am only telling you the truth. This is the norm in many businesses. So please, next time you go into a store and try clothing on, don’t say to the person who is idly standing near the fitting rooms “Oh, I didn’t realize you worked here!” There is more often than not an employee there to ensure merchandise doesn’t get stolen — and to refold/rehang clothing to go back out on display.

I was raised by an excellent set of parents who instilled in me the importance of manners. “Please” and “thank you” go a long way in the world. However, it seems as of late, manners aren’t that important to people anymore — or their parents didn’t explain what “please” means. Not only will I encounter the puzzled customer wondering why an employee is in the fitting room (see above), but I will also have the person who deems him or herself unnecessary to clean up after him or herself. Yes, most employees would prefer it if you didn’t try to rehang or refold the clothing to put back out on the salesfloor. Like most things in life, the folding and hanging actually are a bit complicated. I’m not giving away all secrets of the trade, but my company only allows hangers to be hung up in the shape of question marks.

Lack of manners is one thing, but more and more I have observed customers acting as if they are better than the store employees. Customers I have observed act as, since they are spending money with this company, it is all right for them to treat employees like dirt. Once someone is done trying clothes on, I’ll typically ask them what did he or she like or what didn’t work out for him or her. Then I offer to take the clothes from that person. Seems simple enough, right? No, it never is. Suddenly, many people wander out of the fitting room and, when I ask them how the clothes fit, I simply receive “Oh, I left everything I didn’t like in there.” I don’t understand who in their right mind would think this is polite do such a thing.

Perhaps it was how I was raised — plus having parents who worked retail in their lifetimes also adds to it — but I do not comprehend why any person would think this is OK. As I have just lengthily explained, there is an employee in the fitting room for a reason. But, just because that person is there doesn’t give the customer the right to dump clothing on said person or treat him or her like dirt. That definitely won’t get the employees happy to see you next time you go shopping.

Encountering rude patrons comes with the retail business. Working the job means you can’t necessarily avoid those rude people. But, you can kill them with kindness! Next time you’re out shopping and happen upon a disrespectful shopper, take a cue from the ever-adorable Thumper: “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all.”


As it has been about a month since I have last posted, you all are probably wondering where I have been. I promise I haven’t forgotten about my dedicated readers — as long as you guys haven’t forgotten about me, that is.

While I have been dutifully working in retail for the past eight months, I just felt my life wasn’t complete without a second job under my belt. That’s right folks; I now currently work two jobs, and lo and behold, it prevents me from dedicating my time to the Internet.

In all seriousness though, I did acquire a second job — one that puts my wonderful writing skills to work and isn’t in the retail world.

So, you may be asking yourself, what does that have to do with Grinds my Gears? Very valid question! Since I will be working two jobs throughout the week, it most likely will limit the number of times I can post during a month. Please don’t groan; I know it sucks. However, writing is what I love to do and it’s what I want to do as a grown up. Since I found a job that enables me to live that dream, it may be difficult for me to find time to write for kicks and giggles.

Changes are on the horizon for this blog. While I may have stated once upon a time that I would post at least once a week, I am not sure if I will be able to continue that notion. Instead, I will do my best to post at least two to three times per month. However, if I cannot post for a week, I will not go absent; I will let my loyal readers know what is going on.

If you’re still in need of some gears-grinding goodness, sit back, relax and read through the Archives (conveniently located on the right of your screen). I have complained A LOT since starting this blog and I’m certain you’ll find something that will cause you to rant along and agree with my grievances. Aside from that, if there is any topic that grinds your gears, let me know and I can write a post venting about your personal gripes.

Until then, I hope it doesn’t grind your gears I have not posted in a while.