I literally schedule every minute of each day, including shower/primp, laundry, critter feeding times, lunch, etc. That doesn't mean I don't multitask, it simply helps prevent me from getting off-track. Borderline anal behavior I know, but I've found if I don't do it - and adhere to it - my day will spin out of control and that really pisses me off.
No, my dear husband whom I love, I will not stop what I'm doing immediately to take an inventory of every burned-out light bulb in the house because you want to stop by Home Depot on your way home tonight. You've had plenty of time to get light bulbs since I first asked you back in fucking January. It's not my fault that more have gone out in the last three months.
This cat that my former friends abandoned is still here and doing fine but barfs every. fucking. day. Of course she can't help it and all but that doesn't mean I find it particularly enjoyable.
Be advised, if you are an asshole when dealing with customer service people, either in person or on the phone, you will die a lonely and unloved individual.
You are not the center of the universe, none of us are. If your parents told you otherwise, they were mistaken. Deal with it.
If you think you are such an outstanding driver that you can text at the same time, you're wrong. Really.
Just because I work from home, neighbor/solicitor/friend/family, that doesn't mean you can show up and knock on my door without calling first, m'kaaaay? Please see paragraph 1.
OK, blogging time has ended. Time for a shower now.
P.S I watched the first two episodes of "The Killing" on A&E this past Sunday night. It's really, really good and, yes, it is on my calendar.