I substitute taught a class of second graders about twenty years ago in which seven boys were named Robert. (I know it wasn’t a prank, because it was the official class list.) I’ve also taught a class with three Michaels and and three girls named Kimberly.
My own name was also once very popular. Once I was walking down the hall in my high school and someone called out my name. Every single person in the hall turned around. Yes, by some weird coincidence, we all had that name!
Did you respond, “Yes, Dad” and roll your eyes? 
Here’s how it went;
Got up, went to doctor, got my buttons pushed in regards to Christmas and my mother and damn, I don’t like someone I just met and am relying on for something to not listen to me and push shit that ain’t going to happen.
Drew 5 vials of blood, urine specimen. ($40 office copayment)
The good thing was when he asked me if I was on any medication, I said no, but I do want to get back on Trazadone for sleep issues, as I was on it for several years ending 8 years ago when I got divorced. He immediately turned to the computer, typed some stuff in and told me the prescription would be waiting for me at Walmart.
Got oil changed ($30 with coupon).
Got lunch ($8), I needed it.
Got a (roughly) 90 day supply of Trazadone for all of $6.
Went and paid my overdue Comcast bill ($252) and got a new modem from them.
Went to a used tire shop and got a replacement for my unrepairable flat for $57.60
So a nearly $400 day. Leaves me with roughly $100 to last the next two and a half weeks in the middle of the holiday season.
Got home and found that the new modem would not activate. Called Comcast. One system says everything fine, the other says I haven’t paid my bill in months and wants to disconnect me from service. Took until about 10 minutes ago for me to get my internet back. So most of Monday with no internet (my day off) and the first part of today.
Called in sick today because of all the stress and stress release and this and that and everything and fuck it all I’ve had a monster headache for like a week now and I just want do collapse into a puddle and not do anything today.
Oh yeah, got on-line and see my family is celebrating my neice’s birthday tonight and I get all of about 6 hours notice BY EMAIL. I’m going to pretend I still don’t have internet and haven’t seen it, because goddamn it, someone should be calling me and inviting me. They should also know, since this has been an issue in the past, that if you email me on my normal working day when I don’t get home until somewhere between 5 and 6pm, DON’T FUCKING EMAIL ME AND TELL ME TO BE SOMEWHERE AT 6PM THAT NIGHT. It’s not going to happen. I won’t see the email until after 6pm and I don’t fucking feel like abandoning my plans and running out of my apartment to be somewhere else LATE on no notice.
Student Driver, I’d call that guy an asshole, but I’m afraid my exit sphincter might take offence.
Seconded. But then, one of the marks of a bad boss (of which academia has even more than private enterprise) is the lack of a Reverse gear.
I know someone with the last name of Fogg.
He had a daughter (Yeah, yeah, I know he didn’t have it. :rolleyes:) and gave the poor child the name of Misti Raine Fogg. :eek:
(Yeah, he was a real ‘class act’. NOT!)
Well at least when she becomes a stripper she won’t need a new name.
For fuck’s sake people, the pharmaceutical companies are just out to make money. Flu vaccines are not a scam. If there was cure for cancer, they would fucking release. No, they wouldn’t make more money treating instead of curing people. Christ on a stick.
The first one was my martial arts teacher. I sighed and rolled my eyes a lot. He’s an idiot in many ways. Many many ways. And a hypocrite.
The second was one of my coworkers. Um. Dude. Technically, we work in a medical company. On the far side of the supply chain, for something that’s often, but not always, voluntary, but still.
Oh, and one of my coworkers didn’t know how vaccines work. :smack:
Haven’t seen or heard of/from them in over 20 years, knowing what I do about them though, it wouldn’t surprise me one iota if she did take up that ‘profession’. 
(Her mother a was a stripper, before she had the child.)
See my post above.
Trazadone
Quantity: 45 Size: 50mg
Cost: $6
Goddamn it! They’re screwing me blind!!! 
How dare they be out to make money!!!
I’ll keep it direct.
Fuck you, sis-in-law.
You’ve been harboring this weird passive-aggressive hatred for my -other- SIL since day one. I get that. The two of you can’t be in the same room without you being ‘subtly’ bitchy about it. I get that, too. I don’t approve, but I get it.
So, we have a nice party for my father’s birthday. It will, very likely, be his last (he’s dying of ALS). All one has to do is be nice, just for one friggin’ day. Or if you’re going to be a bitch, be subtle about it. That’s all.
But no. Can’t do that. Chanukah presents get passed around. Your son gets ones from me, from his grandparents, and from the other SIL. Grandparent present: Opened and enjoyed. My present: Opened and (I’m pretty sure) enjoyed (it was cash). SIL’s present? “No, don’t open that here. Wait til it’s actually Chanukah.”
What. The. Hell?
Not even -beginning- to be subtle now, are you? And in offending the other SIL, you’re also punishing your kid for getting a gift from someone you don’t like.
Seriously, I’ve given you a pass on a lot of things, but this is beyond the fucking pale.
To tickets.com: A “print tickets” page should take you to a page with your actual ticket on it. Instead I emailed customer service because I couldn’t see my ticket.
To self: Despite being a web developer, I didn’t check to see if there was a link in the apparently “blank” page :smack: But really, a “print tickets” button that requires a second link to a page where you can actually, you know, print your tickets?
But at least I now have tickets for the Promise Ring reunion show in Milwaukee – now I have to figure out if I’m driving or flying from Florida. (I’ll come back and bitch again if they extend their tour to Florida.)
I have a mortgage and a car loan with Wells Fargo as well as a checking and savings account. In addition to the numerous calls and letters to get me to refinance the mortgage (which they won’t let me do anyway as I have PMI and they damn well know it) and buy a home warrantee, I got one the other day to sell me an extended warrantee for my car. To add insult to injury, the letter started by telling me I’d been a loyal customer for 20 years. If I’ve been such a loyal customer, why would you try to sell me a scam product Wells Fargo?!
A girl in my secondary school’s primary class had 2 other girls with the exact same full name as her in it.
I’m so pissed at this woman at work. I bring up a marketing idea in a meeting. She immediately interrupts me, tears it down, talking about how she already did that. Then after the meeting, she tried to tell me that, hey, maybe we should try my idea. After all, they didn’t contact the people I had suggested.
Okay, bitch. You interrupt me, tear me down in a public forum (in front of my boss, too, thanks), then come to me afterward to tell me that, oops, maybe we could use this idea. I’ll tell you what. Go fuck yourself. You see, this is how ideas die. Right there.
You complain that you don’t have marketing’s support? Yeah? Why don’t you shut the fuck up for five minutes and maybe you’ll make goal.
I was so pissed (and still am) I couldn’t talk to her much today. Unfortunately, I think this is one of those situations where I’ll have to tell her why I was so mad. As in, she was acting like a rude asshat. I don’t like telling people that. But I think this time it’s warranted. And since my boss was there, I’m also going to have to explain everything to him, which means effectively telling on her. But in this case, there’s not much way around it.
ETA: Unfortunately, when I get mad I cry. It’s horrifically embarrassing, which is why I tend to refuse to talk about it until I’ve had a day to calm down. I almost lost it today in frustration. Not exactly the impression you want to give in the workplace.
What is Amazon Mom?
I’m puzzled… not just by the coincidence, but also trying to figure out what a “secondary school’s primary class” is.
It’s different than a primary school’s secondary class, right?
In many schools/countries (including the UK), you spend most of your time with the same classmates and only separate for specific subjects. The “standard American model*” of picking tons of options /levels /programs /whatnot and maybe sharing two subjects with three of your grademates seems to be pretty rare, from what I pick up from other countries.
For example, in 9th grade I took all my courses with the same classmates except for Phys Ed (where we merged with another group but separated into girls and boys); in 10th grade, we spread out for Drawing/Accounting, English/French and Phys Ed - everything else was taken with the same people.
- the one shown in movies, not necessarily the one used in every/most schools
This is going to sound like a stealth brag, but it’s not. It’s definitely a first-world problem.
I’m getting an iPad for Christmas! Yay! It’s supposed to be a surprise! Boo . . .
My husband went to Best Buy, and secretly bought me an iPad, and secretly secreted it somewhere. I don’t know where it is. What a sweetheart. I’ll be so happy when I’m surprised on Christmas morning!
*Fucking Best Buy emailed me the receipt. *
I believe I bitched about my failed refinancing earlier - the end result is that the mortgage company was going to refund me part of the costs I paid.
I checked my credit card statement. They charged me again.
Fucktards.