I can barely get dressed anymore. I hate clothes shopping (and it hates me), so almost everything in my closet is thrift-shopped or handed down from people who are almost my size. I regularly wear items my mom grew out of in the eighties. The few decent pieces I have don’t match anything else. And now as the weather grows cooler, my wardrobe shrinks even more. The funny thing is, people at work think I dress nicely, but they aren’t aware that I’m holding my pants up with packing tape.
I was planning to take some household stuff to Goodwill today and it was all I could do this morning not to hurl all my damn clothes into the trunk of the car.
Oh for cryin’ out loud, not again…damnit People on Facebook, you’re NOT going to get a Tim Horton’s Gift Card. Or a Wal-Mart gift card. Or any other gift card for that matter. Stop clicking, “liking”, and “sharing” that shit!!! IT’S A FREAKIN SCAM and you’re all dumbasses for falling for it! Mom-of-Andrew, please accept my condolences for your loss.
Actually- I just encoutered a shop which gave me access to a £5 off code, valid for the item I wanted, which did not appear to be available anywhere else, for ‘liking’ the shop. It’s a pain in the arse, but people area actually getting stuff back, at least sometimes.
Yes, I got a free room upgrade on one of our hotel bookings in February for tweeting about the hotel. I have a secret weapon though - I have a twitter account with zero followers. I’m considering setting up a facebook account with the same parameters. Damn marketing people
My son tackled me last night so hard I think he gave me whiplash. Seriously. My head and neck have been stiff ever since he took me down and I smacked my head into the pavement.
I also have a stomach virus that has been going around work and have spent most of my day in the bathroom. Ugh. I don’t have time for this, dammit.
And will someone please stop setting up all these fucking work Christmas parties? Don’t you think 5 is enough?! Leave me alone so I can enjoy my whiplash and gut-shredding virus in peace. Ho-fucking-ho-ho-ho.
I went to go make myself a mug of tea and the water fountain thing was empty. It’s hooked to the water system but the one up here the resevoir gets emptied and it doesn’t always automatically fill up so you have to poke at it and pray you don’t get sprayed with water (I’ve learned the trick to that!) but then the water needs to heat. So I pulled out the kettle and realized I have no clue when it was last used (meaning anywhere from 2008 to last week) I put fresh water in and boil it, pour it into my cup… and out comes a pile of white crusty scale things from the kettle along with the water.
So I can either drink scaley tea (ick), hunt down another water fountain that has hot water (possibility), wait for the water to heat up here (be hot by home time) or go to Tim’s for tea (already wasted break time with this junk).
I just wanted to have a nice cuppa with my slice of pumpkin gingerbread! Is that too much to ask?
Yes, dear cousin, it’s sooooo adorable that your oldest child was trying to feed chicken nuggets to your five-month-old. I hope like hell they weren’t Chicken McNuggets that were slathered in honey. :mad:
I totally understand hating work potlucks, but you don’t have to bring enough food for 18 people. The amount of food you bring to a potluck is a constant: 1 person-meal’s worth of food. Unless you don’t eat anything at the potluck, this shouldn’t be a financial hardship. You bring one meal worth of food, and you eat one meal’s worth of food. Zero net financial change from eating a normal meal.
If you had a 100-person potluck, it’s not like one person has to bring enough salad for 100 people, you just have like 25 people bring normal-sized salads.
Dear ESPN.com, How the fuck does this sentence get through proofreading?
About 394 billion Communications majors can’t find a job right now, so maybe you should look into the communication aspect of sports journalism at some point.
Pumpkin gingerbread? I think I have something new to bake!
My mini-rant du jour - I was almost run over by a bus today during my walk. The fact that I had a walk light seems to be meaning less and less to drivers.
Well no, not in this case, because he has like 3-4 people bringing plates and forks and napkins and crap we could get from the cafeteria next door (except for the plates), and then wants it divvied up so that there’s like 3 people bringing a main course. So reasonably speaking, if anyone signed up for that, they’d have to bring “main course for 6”, or more than that assuming that not everyone likes whatever oddball food someone else brings for a main course.
I’ve already joked that we will have a mass food poisoning experience, after which NO ONE will be allowed to bring in food to share anymore. (We lost our summer picnic this year after someone broke their ankle playing a company organized game.)
My father took a tumble this morning and broke his hip. He has to have an operation tomorrow- which he doesn’t know about yet (he didn’t know he had a broken hip until I told him- the hospital never mentioned that he hadn’t been advised).
He will be 90 on Saturday. If he survives the operation I guess.
And I am on the other side of the continent. Due to Christmas and school holidays air fares are expensive and scarce.
Listen up, you beer soaked cum dumpster, midnight on a monday night is not an appropriate time to invite your potential fuckbuddies over for beer and laughs. Unlike you, I have a job and responsibilities and as such, I need my sleep. I realize it’s hard for you to hear anything through the alcohol induced fog and your insatiable cocklust so let me just say I can’t wait for you to move your sorry ass out. December 31st can’t come soon enough, you warmed over jizz-pitton.
Cicero, he has to be tough to be 90 and walking. I’m hoping that your dad will be making bad jokes with the nurses in a couple of days.
Dung Beetle I totally understand how you feel. Shopping for clothes is such a pain and even when you find one pair of jeans that fit, you can’t just buy 4 more pairs in the same size/brand/store. You have to try them all on because they all fit differently. And gawd forbid that you buy one pair of jeans in one store and then go to a different store and try on the same size. Shoes are changing their sizes as well. I used to be able to go to a shoe store and pick out the size I wear, slip them one to walk around and buy them. Now I have to try my size, and then go down or up as the case might be.
SnakesCatLady You are right that I would have said “No”. And now that I have had time to think about it, it was sweet. It is a very pretty ring, hematite with little diamond chips in a very practical platnium setting. Bill paid attention to what I like and need. (I flatten gold and silver rings while tossing boxes…so this will be a ring I can wear all the time)
I swear if that bitch is elected President of the club at end of season elections I am not joining the club next season. We do not need selfish and dumb-as-a-bag-of-carrots as President.
Now this sucks. I know how it feels to have to give up something you love because someone is an ass. I used to to be the member coordinator for a club and suddenly my patch was given to someone else. Nothing mentioned to me in private, it just happened during a meeting I had done all the prep work for. I was graceful and actually did the notifications for another month. Then I stopped because the new guy didn’t bother to contact me about things.
I kept going to the meetings and heard members complaining that they didn’t know about events. The President complained about me not doing my job (what job, you gave it to someone else), so I quit going.
I was sad to learn that the regular meetings stopped happening. The club was really doing good things, but the President managed to mess things up.
