Tuesday Hate

Anyway, one of the routines or rituals of The Weblog is Tuesday Hatred. Adam has usually asked for volunteers to disburden themselves (likewise with the Friday Confessions). But in recent weeks, Claire M. (last name redacted per her request) has taken over as regular Tuesday Hater -- finding much to denounce in the world, or in her corner of it.

Here are some of her Greatest Hits, which I have selected without regard to nuances of context and arranged in no particular order:

I hate that the closest I can come to adopting a sea otter is a "symbolic donation" to a wildlife charity.

I hate that the best tasting beer has live yeast chunks in it.

I hate that the turkey loaf I made has the consistency and odor of Nine Lives cat food.

I hate that it is 10am and I have already polished off two slices of turkey loaf.

I hate that no one takes my PhD in Philosophy from an online university seriously.

I hate that narcissists, by their very nature, are unlikely to be able to tolerate therapy.

I hate that I have Justin Timberlake's "My Love" on repeat in my head.

I hate that in the Hippie's absence, Boring Married Guy served me my coffee.

I hate that I am sought after by alcoholic men of all stripes.

I hate that our newest employee is overly enthusiastic and has a pear-shaped head.

I hate that my coworker's response to any question is a blank look, a shrug and nervous
laughter.

I that I rationalize my reception job by telling myself that I am perfecting my velvet voice for radio.

There will be a link, here, to today's imprecation, fresh off the griddle, once it goes up....Here it is.