"minor" because the world is falling apart at the seams, so my gripes are relatively insignificant. Still, they're gripes just the same:
A. I designed three snappy covers for the Nigerian marriage book, all focusing on a set of simple gold wedding bands. Very nice. Very benign, I thought. But just now, I learned that the average Nigerian, and others from different African countries, see wedding bands as a white man's symbol, and they have no use for them. Isn't that just great. Hearts instead, then. I hate using hearts on book covers.
B. I stopped at a local office supply store this afternoon because I like to spend money with local businesses--support the little guy. Well, this "little guy" office supply man has a wandering eye. Having face-to-face conversations can be unsettling if you're not used to him, but I adjusted and bought a ream of card stock. While he was talking to me about the weight of the paper, though, I noticed that his loose eye wandered away from my face a little too often. I let it go, but I wanted to say, "hey, eyes up top, pal. Boobs don't talk." And if they did they'd tell him to stick his wandering eye back in his head. At Staples, the employees talk directly to my face.
C. "The store" doesn't sell radicchio, and my veal chops NEED radicchio.
Well, that's enough minor ranting for the afternoon. Time for some positive thinking. Time for a little glass of wine to make cooking just that much more fun.
Addendum: Gripe D: We are out of wine!
A. I designed three snappy covers for the Nigerian marriage book, all focusing on a set of simple gold wedding bands. Very nice. Very benign, I thought. But just now, I learned that the average Nigerian, and others from different African countries, see wedding bands as a white man's symbol, and they have no use for them. Isn't that just great. Hearts instead, then. I hate using hearts on book covers.
B. I stopped at a local office supply store this afternoon because I like to spend money with local businesses--support the little guy. Well, this "little guy" office supply man has a wandering eye. Having face-to-face conversations can be unsettling if you're not used to him, but I adjusted and bought a ream of card stock. While he was talking to me about the weight of the paper, though, I noticed that his loose eye wandered away from my face a little too often. I let it go, but I wanted to say, "hey, eyes up top, pal. Boobs don't talk." And if they did they'd tell him to stick his wandering eye back in his head. At Staples, the employees talk directly to my face.
C. "The store" doesn't sell radicchio, and my veal chops NEED radicchio.
Well, that's enough minor ranting for the afternoon. Time for some positive thinking. Time for a little glass of wine to make cooking just that much more fun.
Addendum: Gripe D: We are out of wine!
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