Introduction

For some reason this thing is not playing nice with me, and it won't give me the title option right now. It did earlier. I must have been bad. :(


Hola All! Welcome to this blog.

I hope everyone is having a swell day. For me, eh.... I'm tired. Don't quite know why. Thought I went to bed at a decent hour, and I didn't have a strenous evening. However, I did have some rather unpleasant dreams when I woke up... Oh well. Such is life. :)

So, as the title of this blog professes, I am a rather spoiled person... I feel very blessed with the random good fortunes that come to me. However, I still have the ability to complain about the little things...or at least in some people's minds. Sometimes I don't look at it as complaining but arguing over the minute for the principle of the matter.

For instance, last week I went to the office cafeteria to get some milk for my cereal while my coworkers got coffee. A different coworker informed me that it would be cheaper to get milk from the milk dispensing machine than to buy the little trendy bottles of milk from the refrigerator section. So on this trip, I decide to check it out and see if the price is worth it.

Well, the bottle of milk is around $1.39, the sign on the milk machine says "12 oz cup is $.20". To me that meant that a 12 oz. cup of milk is 20 cents. Sweet deal!

I get to the register, and the woman proceeds to tell me that the milk is $0.81. "Why would this be 81 cents if the sign on the milk machine says 20 cents?" She stares at me blankly. She's new. And since she's new and there is no real training program, no one is with her to supervise her, so she's slow at ringing people up. By the time she even gets to me, there are about 6 people in line behind me. She begins to look confused and panick-y. She tells me to wait, she'll find someone to help her. I look back, see the line getting larger, and tell her, "Ya know what? I'm going to be eating in the dining area, so I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. How about you ring these people up and come back to me when you figure out the price of the milk. I've got a dollar in my hand, so I'm good for it either way." She agrees. I walk away.

When my coworkers sit down to join me, they proceed to laugh and tell me how mean I was to the woman and that my words really translated to "I'm going over there to sit down, until you get your head out of your a$$."

I had no intention to be mean, but there is a difference between 81 and 20, especially when you have about $30 to last you for over a week. So I guess this is an example of how I complain about the little things. However, in my mind, I was not complaining about the price. It was the principle of the matter.

In the end, the milk cost $0.81. Apparently there is some random sign on the milk machine that lets you know that 12 oz cups are $0.20. I guess people must like to take the cups with nothing in it, so they put a sign on the milk and coffee machines explaining the price of just having a cup with nothing in it is 20 cents. I was the slow one apparently because I was silly enough to assume that meant a 12 oz cup of milk was $0.20 since that sign was on a milk machine...

Another lesson learned: Don't assume anything.