I just pulled a frozen Swedish meatball dinner from the freezer to cook for my lunch here at the office. I turned it over and read the cooking instructions and was appalled.
"Nine and half minutes! That's crazy! Dammit!!"
Has it come to this? I'm pissed off because my Swedish meatball lunch will take a whole nine and half minutes to cook before I can eat it? In the olden days, every frozen dinner took at least 30 minues to cook.
I also got pissed off yesterday because a lady in front of me at the grocery store had the audacity to write a check to pay for her groceries and god forbid I have to actually go into the convenience store and pay for my gas if there's a malfunction during my Pay-at-the-Pump routine. I throw a huge tantrum in my head over that one.
Since I got my laptop, I don't even have to leave my couch to IMDB or Google anymore. I have the world at my fingertips and if I lose my internet connection for 1.5 seconds you'd think someone shot my dog. I'm so spoiled to my DVR that I try to fast-forward everything I watch, even the non-DVRed ones. I pitch a little hissy fit over that, too.
What has become of me?