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May the rant be with you (May 2012 rant thread)
Go for it.
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black mildew spots on my pants I was soaking after I spilled coffee on them
too much paper everywhere a zit on my lip that now looks like herpes I actually got irritated by someone and something that really has no significance in my life |
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So I climbed out of the Pit, and went to bed. |
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Ha! I was actually talking about work, but good call!
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I got little spatters of either tar or blacktop material on my pants cuffs and canvas walking shoes yesterday during my work commute.
Anyone know how to get it out?
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I've found it it at Wal-Mart (shudder), and Jo-Ann Fabrics in the past. |
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Very mini, but I am full of rage.
LABEL your chocolates, Palmer. I snagged two foil-covered Palmer Chocolate half-eggs on my way past the front desk this morning, noting that they were not labelled, but betting that they were peanut-butter filled. They were not. I hate stupid puffed rice chocolate ("Crackle") and now I have no candy. |
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The job we've been waiting to come up, for my husband - which is essentially the job he's been doing, but in Sydney rather than London - finally appeared after three years of semi-seriously discussing emigration. However, first mini-rant, my mum died only three months ago and I'm just not up to thinking about such a big move right now, regardless of how much we've been planning this.
So, hey universe thanks for the crappy timing. What are you doing- trying to see how much pressure I can take without snappng? Then, I've just about got used to the idea and even to start to get a bit excited, when the stupid short sighted company we both work for pulls one of their usual stunts. We had a bad first quarter and they've responded by freezing all head count globally - even in subsidiaries where the results weren't bad. So now we don't know if the job's even open at all. So second mini-rant - what the ever loving fuck you stupid bosses? In the 10 years I've worked for you you've done this stupid global freeze thing over and over. Has it ever worked? As far as I can see it just pisses everyone off, particularly those of us who have to do two or three jobs to cover the gaps you won't fill. I get that in some territories it might be a necessary temporary measure, but to impose it as a global blanket ban is just lazy and stupid. This time it looks like I'm going to be affected in multiple ways and that narks me. Finally, I get a call today from my panicked GP. Last week I asked him for a referral to a kidney specialist, to check on a conditition which I've had since I was a child, but which I've basically neglected for 20 years or more. Essentially my kidneys leak protein and have done for 32 years if not more, although I have no other symptoms. I know this, he knows this. I only asked for the referral because I thought I really ought to just get it checked. Anyway the baseline bloods he wanted to do came back and, shock! my kidneys are leaking protein. I knew it, if he'd had read my notes recently he would have known it. Ok, it needs checking. Things may have moved on since the doctors last told me I'm an anomaly and not to worry about it. I get that. I just wanted a check on it. So why did I spend all morning googling kidney failure and the effects of dialysis? Third mini- rant - self, chill the fuck out. Stop catastrophising - you're probably not going to drop down dead tomorrow, any more than you were ever going to. Nothing's changed. It will be fine. Coo, this actually does make me feel better. |
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That label lets the reader know that whatever is in the package isn't really edible. |
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I support this statement 100%. If you see the "Palmer" label on something, treat it like a lite skull and crossbones...whatever is inside really isn't worth eating. It probably won't kill you, but you'll regret eating it.
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Oh yeah...a special "FUCK YOU" to the bitch in the shitty little Pontiac who decided to ignore the whole "oncoming traffic has the right-of-way" thing and tried to make a left turn in front of me. What the fuck was up with you stopping in the middle of the intersection??? If you're going to do something stupid, at least commit to it! When you have your inevitable massive collision, I do hope you don't hurt anyone besides your own dumb self. Last edited by Jeep's Phoenix; 05-01-2012 at 06:22 PM. |
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Computer assholes are here upgrading our computers, it's well past my time to go home but I can't cause, they're still upgrading our stuff. Not their fault I realize but damnit I hate staying later for no reason of my own ...
Also my first mini-rant ... |
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I finally got a call back about one of the positions I interviewed for. Didn't get it.
Happy Birthday To Me! |
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Hang in there, really...it's all temporary. (I hope I don't get pitted for that). Go protest naked---"you don't know what you're missing! What? Oh yah. It's my birthday suit!"
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I brushed my hair right before breakfast and then got a hair in my mouth while I was eating my bagel. Best weightloss plan ever.
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Hey! We were promised decanters, dammit
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Look you stupid bitch. I just got this car, I'm on my way home from the dealership, I haven't even had a chance to call and switch the insurance yet. Stop tailgating me, back the fuck off, pay attention when lights change (hell yes, I'm stopping) and generally GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME YOU STUPID COW.
The worst part of it? The place where she very nearly rear ended me because I dared to stop for a red light is right in front of the Civic Center / POLICE HEADQUARTERS. I'd...kinda like to use a different C word in describing her... |
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The first one's free.
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1) I have a gawdamned cold and am miserable. If I take Mucinex (what a horrible name and the commercials suck, too), I end up coughing until I get dizzy. If I take Tylenol Severe Cough and Cold, I get loopy. I was up at 315 this morning, unable to breathe thanks to being a huge ball of gunk. My neti pot didn't even provide relief, now I have salty snot. Urp.
2) No one will trade phone coverage tomorrow with me. I sound like I gargled pebbles, can barely get a sentence out without coughing myself silly, but no. Great teamwork y'all. Bastiges. 3) Okay, father of neighbor bitch, you're a freaking role model for parents. Your daughter shits rainbows. Now teach her how to turn off her freaking back door light so it quits shining its' super white light into our bedrooms. Teach her how to plow snow after 5am (and while you're at it, how NOT to throw chunks of ice against my house). Teach her how to mow her freaking yard. Where I was standing while you were gabbing? Her yard. Not mine. Yet here I was, mowing it as she doesn't think it's hers. How about teaching her how to keep her garbage bin more than 5' away from my bedroom window on those warm, moist summer mornings? 4) Self, get off your ass and get back into doing shit. Your yard looks like crap. Dandelions, creeping charley, other assorted unknown weeds need to be addressed before your only option is Round Up-ping the whole damn thing and starting over. Plants still need to be uncovered, for fucks sake. You have no money to hire anyone and your kid can't thanks to allergies. So just quit your self whining and do it, dammit. [Although I did get most of the yard mowed at least - until i ran out of gas] 5) Mother nature? I want a storm tonight. A great gullywasher, thunder banging, lightning clapping storm. I am tired of watching the clouds roll in... but everything breaking apart as it gets to the cities. |
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Dear apartment neighbors. I know ducks are cute, but they don't belong in the pool. Setting out a floating lounge chair in the water with cracker and bread crumbs for them is a bad, bad idea. You're going to ruin our cement pond, you dang hillbillies.
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PS: when I first started reading this I thought you meant yellow rubber ducks. |
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I had a slight ear ache last week, went to the doctor, and tested positive for strep throat. Went back yesterday for a follow up and the rapid strep test came back positive again, which meant another shot and a prescription for a different antibiotic. Not so bad, considering my throat has only been slightly sore off and on since my first doctor's visit and my ear feels better, right? Yet I woke up in the middle of the night last night and couldn't get back to sleep because my brain wouldn't stop thinking about how the strep test was positive again. I think I'm going to replace the head to my electric toothbrush instead of just using the cleaning function on the stand but I sure hope this second course of antibiotics works.
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May I suggest soaking the head in isopropyl until you have this cleared up and just buy a standard toothbrush to use in the meantime?
ETA: You know, unless it's getting to be time to replace the head anyway. Even so, keeping the electric toothbrush on standby until the strep is gone is probably good economy. Last edited by kaylasdad99; 05-01-2012 at 03:45 PM. |
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I read this as, "May I suggest soaking your head in isopropyl..." at first. Well, that might work...
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Something stinks in my fridge and I'm afraid to find out what it is.
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Unfortunately, this is one of those problems that a) does not go away if you ignore it, and b) punishes procrastination exponentially.
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Also: I'd like to tell DVB to stfu and let it go. He's an asshole and why he cares at all about me at this point is beyond me. Seriously--just walk away. I find it really hard to believe that he doesn't have other things to worry about than me. Go. Away. Now. Last edited by living_in_hell; 05-01-2012 at 08:27 PM. Reason: Beans are not retried. |
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Thanks to a bizarre series of events involving my cat, the fridge door, and a jar of salsa I just finished cleaning up a huge mess in the kitchen and I have what I fear is a broken pinky finger on my left hand. You'd think that my boyfriend would've noticed either me screaming (first in pain then at the cat to get the hell out of the kitchen) or the glass jar shattering. He was sitting less than 20 feet away. I poke my head out of the kitchen and say "I'm fine, thanks for asking." He looks up from his phone and says, "Did you say something?" The level of obliviousness with that one sometimes... ![]() It's really hard to type without using my left pinky... It's turning interesting colors... maybe I should get this looked at. |
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If you're not going to bring it to urgent care tonight, I'd suggest soaking that hand in ice water for a few hours.
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Once again, the power went out while I wasn't home. It was probably because the water line got broken and the power got shut off because nobody wants to do the funky chicken at work. They save that sort of thing for after a couple of beers after work.
So...the power came back on and my swamp cooler didn't have water and the pump burnt out. For those who don't know, its also called an evaporative cooler...water runs over pads and a fan blows water filled air into my house. It only cools the inside about 10 degrees from the outside, but it feels much nicer than using the AC. This will be the third pump I've replaced due to the idiots are digging the water lines up without looking at where their shovels are. And...Bill gave me a dead tree book with more stories of the Cthulhu Mythos. I was happily reading a new (to me) story when I had to take a bio break. I left the book open on my desk and when I returned, there was a stick pin with a black bead stuck in the page RIGHT where I left off reading. I don't have stick pins laying around, I have cats. I trust my cats to defend me from the RatKing's minions, but Bill's cat is not as happy as he could be. The smug look I saw on his face makes me worry. |
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Is Bill's cat a thumbcat? Because if he is, you have reason to worry. Even if he isn't a thumbcat, he has urine and feces to make his views known.
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Motherfucker. An enormous fucking black fly (possibly horsefly or maybe even a bee, I dunno) bolted through my window at 245 fucking am and made a beeline (ha) for my fucking head. I ran out of the room and now I don't know where it fucking is. How am I supposed to fucking sleep tonight with a huge carnivorous fucking insect stalking me???
I don't even goddamn know how it got in. There's fucking screens on these windows. I really need to get mosquito netting for my bed. |
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Be careful not to inhale it during your sleep
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Late coming back from lunch on Burbank Bl. in Burbank, CA. Due to an accident. You know, it's rained for a whole minute, so everybody skids. There's debris in the road, one car on a flatbed being towed away, the other car sits a bit in the intersection.
The remaining car has a smashed headlight, broken bumper, crinkled hood. BUT... the windshield on the passenger side only of the car is shattered outward, has blood stains. The passenger is on a stretcher being loaded in the EMT bus. Driver was outside talking to police, EMTs, had no injuries. THAT'S because the genius in the passenger seat decided on wearing no seat belt. How I was so tempted to add injury to injury to this poor schmuck. WEAR A SEATBELT, ya fucking moron! If you don't wear a seat belt, fuck you. Take the Darwin award and leave. Last edited by Locrian; 05-02-2012 at 05:22 AM. |
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The cat brought a live vole upstairs at 2.36am this morning.
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I couldn't sleep last night because Stickman accidentally ran over Slim's Razor scooter that he got for his birthday last month and now the flange (is that the right word) on the back is bent and sort of cracked. Stickman assures me that his dad (who has welding stuff) can fix it but I don't want to see that look of disappointment on Stickmom's face. Like we did this on purpose. DUDE. She didn't even give him the scooter..Sticksister did!
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Not thread-worthy, and maybe not even a rant. Talking to my g/f last night about going to the doctor. Don't remember how it came up, but I mentioned that the last time I was at the doc, my bloodwork came back perfect for the first time in years.
She she says that she hasn't been to the doctor in 5 or 6 years. "Except," say I, "for the girl Dr., right?" Wrong...not even an annual visit for that period of time. Look, this kind of shocked me...I'm not sure it should, because at this point it's a stretch to consider it any of my business. But is it common for women to skip those for that long? It doesn't seem like a good idea. |
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But there are a lot of women who just don't bother, and a certain number who just get squeamish or something about anyone poking around down there. |
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Flatlined, if your swamp cooler is set up properly, it should be able to run for a while even with no water coming in. In all of the swamp coolers I've seen, the bottom pan is filled with water as a reservoir, with a float to shut off the water when it reaches the top. The drain plug should look like this with the vertical tube to allow the reservoir to fill up, but drain out if it gets too full.
With 3-4 inches of water in the bottom of the pan, the pump should be able to run for at least a couple of hours without water coming in. |
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(I admit upfront that this is a weak mini rant, and that I'm pretty lucky that this all that I have to complain about right now.)
To the cop who pulled me over last night: So I pulled around your slow-ass moving car in the parking lot because I wanted to get home and at the speed you were creeping along, that probably wasn't going to happen until next October if I demurely stayed behind you. And you pulled me over because of this. Please note: I don't take issue with you doing this. If this was an illegal stunt that I pulled, then mea culpa. You have a job to do, whatever. But the attitude you gave me was completely stupid and counterproductive. Let me explain why. You got out of your car and demanded to know why I had the temerity to do what I did. I politely told you that it was because I thought it was okay to go around you. That set you off in some little titter of a rant about how it wasn't okay. Fine, lady, whatever. I give you my license and registration. You go back to your car to do something, then you come back and ask me again to come up with a good explanation for my apparently egregious criminal conduct. WTF? Like, what purpose does this question serve? It's not like there's a right answer. I either broke the law or I didn't. Anway, as I repeated what I had just told you moments before, it dawned on me that what you really wanted for me to do was to sacrifice a little dignity and apologize for my sins. "I'm sorry", I say. "Really, I'm sorry!" I said this sincerely, too. Was wringing my hands with guilt and everything. But that didn't pacify you, for some reason. Not that I'm expected this to get me out of a ticket or anything, but I thought my display of contrition would cause you to simmer down a little. But it didn't. Oddly, it seemed to egg you on more. You went back to your vehicle to do a search on me. Then you come back and asked me have I ever been pulled over before. Since me and you both know the answer to that question--and most importantly, you should know that I know that you know the answer to that question since I just saw you run a check on me in your car--I really gotta wonder what purpose does this question serve. To see if I'm an idiot liar? Okay, so what if I'm idiot liar, that's not a crime, is it? What, you gonna arrest me if I deny having ever been pulled over? What if I take the 5th on that question? What are you gonna do then? Why are you wasting time with this line of inquiry? Can't you just write me up and send me home already? I'm hungry, and when I'm hungry, I have less accountability for my actions. But I answer your stupid question anyway. "Yes, I recently got pulled over for a busted headlight--" "That's not the only reason you got pulled over! You've been pulled over speeding before, I just saw it in your history. When I ask you if you've even been pulled over and you tell me you only got pulled over being a headlight then--" Suddenly, it was like the real world had become the SDMB and an annoying poster was assaulting me with a strawman straight out of The Dummies Guide to Winning an Argument Using Nothing But Fallacies. My inner ywtf had no choice but to open her mouth. "What? Now what I minute, I didn't say "only". I just told you that I had recently been pulled over for a busted headlight." (This admittedly reads seems pretty mild, but in reality, there was some serious wrath behind it. Just trust me.) I can't remember what you said after I corrected you, but fortunately, you got out of my face and went back to your car. And then you come back, fill my ears with more gratituous ranting about how wreckless I'd been and how I should apologize to the whole town of Laurel for endangering the lives of every pedestrian in that parking lot, and then inform me that you should be citing me for 3 different violations worth almost $1000 in fines in total. And then you issue me a warning. All of that drama and rudeness, and all I got out of it was a warning. The next time you pull me over, just issue me a ticket and let me get on my way, please. Or even better, just issue me a warning and let me get on my way. Call me crazy, but I'd rather be fined and inconvenienced than suffer through your pathetic little power tripping routine. I like having respect for police officers, but when you come out me like a jerk, it's hard for me to trust you and others wearing your uniform. You might wanna reflect on this the next time a citizen seems to go out of their way to make your job unpleasant. Just sayin'. Thanks! |
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Even if it is legal (I guess it must have been, she did it), the cop was a jerk. |
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Ducks-in-the-cement-pond update: The apartment manager got a wildlife rescue person to come out to relocate the quacker family. Unfortunately, the hillbilly neighbor contingent took exception to this "animal cruelty" and ran the rescuer off before he could capture all of them. So now we're left with momma and three ducklings. The duck goo on the bottom of the pool continues to accumulate--the word is they're going to have to empty the pool to get at the nasty stains. If they wait too long that black crap will be really hard to clean off.
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Speaking of the smells of sickness, there's someone (I hope not multiple someones) who leaves the ladies' room at work smelling like putrid rotten fish. Really strong and wrong smelling. I don't know if it's poop-related or vagina-related but it reeks and someone needs to see a doctor.
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Update: finger not broken, just swollen and badly bruised. Still hurts like a bitch.
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Maybe he does have thumbs, because Bill says that he hides his feet at home as well. Quote:
Very cool. Thank you for the link. My swamp does work like that, but I'm gone 11-12 hours a day.I guess I should pit myself for leaving it running when I know the water might be cut off for hours and that when it is restored, that all the dirt and stuff will clog up the filters. I won't. I'll just keep blaming the people who are causing the problems instead of being proactive and shutting the swamp off and turning the AC on. Thank goodness I am gone 11-12 hours a day, because I'd really be pitching a fit if I couldn't flush my toilet all day. Quote:
My rant is about the lady who lives down the street. Her kids love kittens. She gets them kittens. When the kittens are about 6 months old, they are no longer cute and have started running from people because they have learned that they are playtoys to be tossed around and have tails pulled, so she puts them outside. Intact and clueless about how to survive. I have talked to her about how cruel it is to do that to housecats. She doesn't care, her kids like kittens. I have had the teenager cats fixed for her, but they aren't allowed in her house because they might scratch her precious children. Now I just trap them, have them fixed and take them to adoptions. I'm moving in November. I won't be able to help those poor cats anymore. I'm moving my ferals to a ranch so now all of my hard work will go right down the drain because my idiot neighbor will populate the area with intact cats. |
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Dear coworker: The purpose of an analogy is to help make your point clearer. Your long, rambling analogies must have a point somewhere in them, but by the time you are done, no one is listening.
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