The Hot, Hazy Rants of Summer

It's been a while since I went on a rant. So today, when the downtown temperature is expected to hit 101 degrees during the late afternoon hours, seems like the perfect time to post some rants in need of exposure:

1. Bosses who grumble, growl, and walk around in a pissy mood because they aren't getting laid -- not at home, and not at the office.
2. Days when it is blazingly hot outside, and yet half of my co-workers and I have our space heaters on under our desks. (Who designed this building?!)
3. As always, anyone who wants to understand why the terrorists don't like us. Oh boo-frickin'-hoo! And pass me an AK47, please. I'll show you how to achieve peace . . . through superior firepower.
4. Irregular communication with family and friends. Please stop finding me only when you want something (be it sympathy, a favor, to entertain you when bored), and then ignore me. Sure, stuff happens. But trust me, you're not more busy than anyone else in this world. They're called "manners." Try using them occasionally.
5. The fact that the YMCA is shutting down the cardio and nautilus areas for 2 damn weeks for "upgrading." This means they're installing new carpet. It takes 2 weeks for this? And when it reopens, I get the joy of suffering through several months of coughing and sniffling due to the allergies that crop up when carpet is installed? Here's a brilliant idea -- get hardwood floors or a cushy indoor track floor!!! And thanks for doing this during the hottest of summer months -- I'll be sure to remember when you come begging for a contribution come fundraising time!
6. ANYONE who whines about working without a contract or having to contribute to their health care costs at work. Welcome to the Real World, where 90% of us face the joy of being fired on any given day, and are thankful we have employer-subsidized health care! Hear us compaining about working under these cruel and uncertain conditions? NOPE! Don't like it? Find another job or change professions. You are not entitled to jack shit in this life.
7. The ever-increasing gross-out factor on public buses. Ugh! Just how rarely are the interiors cleaned?

Now exhale . . . .