Dear Office Bitty.
Enough with the fucking social Christmas events, gift exchanges, pot lucks and tomorrow will be the second Christmas lunch initiated by your bored ass. I went out with you monkeys once for our official Christmas Lunch now leave me the fuck alone.
Boss anytime you want to step in and do your job, feel free.
Well, now I have a use for that copy of Bratz: The Movie that the ex-fiancee’s sister left behind…
Drat. Still, a fun idea. And I guess I’m stuck with a copy of Bratz: The Movie.
It’s not the professor willing to kill the program; the mentoring services are coordinated (and given scholarships) by a different entity (a “learning center”) within the university that coordinates structured mentoring and tutoring programs, and they are understandably not willing to put up money for a sub-par mentor. The course is an online one, and the professor has been out of the state for the last few months, which is why I think she’d settled on this dippy guy versus going for my recommendation, because she’d never gotten to meet/talk to the young lady.
Plus, there’s the issue that any new mentor had to go through mentor orientation in early October; this guy’s flakiness didn’t become clear until after, and past the time for my preference to go through orientation. I still think she would be a better choice, even sans orientation.
That said, the prof should have had more than one person in mind for precisely this reason. When she asked me to start as a mentor for the original logic program, I was one of three candidates; there should have been a plurality of candidates this time as well.
The philosophy department has a couple of TAs on hand who can provide a little bit of hands-on help, my preferred student may become a TA herself, and I may end up coming in as a salaried employee for the learning center to keep the mentoring program going. Kind of sucks, though, as I was looking forward to having a semester free of obligations (besides my 3rd shift job) to look for grad schools. I’m torn; I don’t want to let the program die off, but I would really like to get some time to relax for the first time in 8 years.
Wait, are you planning to stay in academia after you finish your grad degree? If so, you don’t want to be getting used to any of this “time to relax” nonsense now.
Almost the same thing happened to me! A catalog came for me in late November, and I found something I wanted in it. I told my hubby, “hey, you could get me THIS for Christmas!” He took the catalog and made non-committal noises. About 10 days later, I got the mail, and there was a postcard from this catalog company, addressed to my husband (instead of me, the way the catalogs are), saying “thank you for your order! Here’s a discount for your next order!”
So now I know what I’m getting for Christmas, despite my husband’s best sneaky intentions. GRRR.
Did she ever forgive him for it?
My rant is that my freelance client just wrote to cancel some overtime for this week and wish me a merry Christmas in the same email. Tactless prick. I hope he loses his job.
Okay, that’s it. I swear to God I’m going to ram the next mother-fucker who thinks it’s perfectly okay to add to the long line in the drive-thru lane at McDonald’s even though it means his car is actually IN the street blocking traffic. Park your car and go inside to the empty counter you goddamned stupid fucking lazy jackass crotch stain.
Um, phrased that badly. I was in the same secondary school as the girl, the multiple name situation was in her class at her previous school- her primary school.
Dear skateboarders and walkers—teenagers, all:
If you’re going to walk or skateboard at night, wear a freaking light of some kind or at least some lighter-colored clothing so that those of us driving motor vehicles can see you BEFORE WE’RE RIGHT ON TOP OF YOU. Yes, kids, when you wear very dark clothing at night and have your hoodies up, you are all but invisible.
Can I add people who bike at night without lights or high-visibility clothing, either on or off the sidewalks?
It would be funny if we started arresting people like that and taking them directly to the mental hospitals for mandatory 72 hour stays based on “obvious suicidal behavior”.
I’m up for that. My goal in life is to never kill another person, but if they don’t stop wearing black and running across the highway after dark, my life goal might not be met.
Have you heard about the tests yet. I’m pretty sure that I’m not the only one worring about you.
First week of January is when I’m supposed to find out.
Thankfully I’ve slept pretty well the last two nights, which I credit to the Trazadone, although I have felt a little more tired than usual during the day. I’ll take that as long as I’m able to sleep at night and not getting locked into “the spin cycle” of tossing and turning all night.
While I’m posting in the pit;
Hey Mr. Directorman, as the number of people on our floor being tagged as having an “attitude problem” increases, the likelyhood that it is all of those other people decreases and the odds that the one with the attitude problem is on the other side of the desk dramatically increases. You might want to get that clue before your bosses do.
Christmas preschool/elementary program tonight. No, that’s not the rant, this is the 5th kid,* I’m used to them by now.
After the first part of the program , which had preschoolers singing 3 short and sweet songs, the preschoolers left the stage area to be replaced by other grades.
Minimally 1/3 of the audience got up and left. Really? After only 10 minutes of a 60 minute program, you left? I know your kids are really fucking special, but have you no manners whatsoever? What are you going to do when your kid is in 3-4th grade and you have to sit there the whole time? Oh, text and talk loudly, nevermind.
It’s an hour. Seriously, you can spare an hour. You don’t even want to know how fucking busy my life is with 5 kids and a pretty successful business. If I can spare an hour, POTUS can spare an hour. Therefore, you can spare an hour.
I understand littler kids and bedtime/hungry/cranky-God knows I’ve done it and prayed for instant death at times. But most of these people were adults without kids, or grandparents, or kids that were behaving.
So a hearty fuck you to all the people who left a little kids program after ten minutes. Don’t be surprised when they won’t be bothered to come visit and play bingo with you, you selfish fucks.
*To offset my pissiness at adults, I am very pleased to say that the 17+15 year old girls came WITH THEIR BOYFRIENDS, (no shit!)the 13 year old boy cam from practice and the 11 year old was there to watch their little brother. Maybe I’m not doing such a bad job.
**When commenting to your husband about “Wow, the pianist is really great!” Make sure he and the neighbors hear the word “pianist” not “penis.”
When they look at you funny, you point at your husband’s crotch and with an innocent smiling face, say “but it is!” 
I am now single in time for Christmas. It was not pleasant. 
Ahhh…mini-rants. Just what the doctor ordered. 
To the co-worker who decided to sit in her (wide-open) cube and LOUDLY critique the way that I do my job: you might want to lower your voice. I may not work in the same building, but one of my best friends sits right across from you. Yep. I heard about everything that you said. The walls have ears. And I would be able to do my job properly when working with you if you would SHUT THE HELL UP and actually LISTEN to what I’m trying to teach you instead of going off on a tangent about how you did things at your old job, and we should all just do things the way you think we should. Talk to me about changes when you can navigate the software and do your job without effing up data. I don’t give a flying reindeer crap if you don’t like the processes in place - I didn’t create them, but I am responsible for ensuring that my staff follows them - because then my (overworked, understaffed, awesomely smart) department will take the heat. I’ve been with this company almost seven years, and I have worked my ass off to get where I am (starting in the exact same position that you started in less than 8 months ago!). I know my shit. You’re intelligent, well-organized, and I like you on a personal level, but you’ll need to carve out some time in January for re-training - just you and me, no tangents, and no veering off of the agenda. And oh, I’ve documented all of our trainings, just as I do for everyone (so that I can make sure that I’m covering what I need to cover, and noting any issues) so when I notify your upper-level manager as to why I’m retraining you, I have the documentation to back it up. See you in a few weeks!
Hey, Mother Nature! I don’t need a white Christmas, but can you knock it off with the back-and-forth temperatures? I shouldn’t need to turn the fucking A/C on one day, and then switch to the heat within 12 hours. All I’m asking is for some continuity - go warm or go cold, but we’re getting a little tired of sweltering one minute, only to freeze within hours. It’s also a little weird to be sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts with the house decorated for Christmas, stockings hanging on the fireplace and tree fully decorated. Warm or cold. Pick one. Please?
Also…self? Get your ass in gear and deal with the Amazon boxes in the hallway. That shit won’t wrap itself.
Can totally get behind that rant Fisha. Went to my son’s program last week and I was livid. Before it starts the principal announces for everyone to please stay and remain for the whole program because the kids are so excited to see them and it’s kinda rude to leave making the remaining kids see a mostly empty gym (nothing new, he makes the same announcement every year) and immediately I hear behind me someone bitching about it. “Why do I have to stay? They aren’t all my kids. Blah blah blah.”
Look asshole, they might not all be your kids but it will be your kid in a few years and you want to show off your hard work without having people walking out on your performance. Know how hard that is on a kid’s ego? It’s a short program, they plan it that way, so chill.
Then! Then there were the people having conversations and making it almost impossible to hear what the kids were singing/saying (we were mid-way up the seating and the gym wasn’t all that full so it shouldn’t have been so hard to hear them). The worst one though? Someone recorded their child’s class singing and promptly watched it, with sound during the next class’s presentation. I was trying to listen to what the kids were saying/singing and all I can hear is the music that we just heard coming from this fucknugget’s camera somewhere behind me.
45 minutes should not piss me off so much. (But Velociraptor’s class was quite good, and the kindergarten class was so adorable as always).
hugs
I’d rant (other than the above) but to be honest I just feel.. blah. I’m usually somewhat excited about Christmas but this year it’s like I hit a wall. I planned so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by baking and crafting and such but I’ve been fighting off some sort of glurge for a week now (just blah and I cough in the mornings until I take my inhaler which is usually a sign of a cold coming on but nothing definite has happened). Boss is cranky (not at me, at others) and I’m cranky on her/our behalf because it’s making more work for us and I think she’s feeling the same glurgy thing I am. Hopefully Saturday night I’ll feel more Christmasy as I wrap presents while watching Die Hard.
I just want it to be Friday and getting off work so looking forward to a WHOLE WEEK of vacation before the new curves that will be thrown my way doing year end for the very first time and I hope I won’t fuck up too badly.
And the money still isn’t back in my account. It may take another day or two but if it isn’t I’m supposed to call the guy back so he can do a trace on it. A trace! It pulled money out but didn’t give it to me, it even gave me a helpful receipt saying so. Put it back! If I were in the position I was in even just last Christmas I’d be flipping out by now. I’m slightly flipping out now but it was earmarked for savings anyway so it’s not like I planned to spend it. But it’s MY MONEY! Grr. Hopefully when I check tomorrow it will be there.
First of all, about the parent recording his kid’s program and listening to it during another class’ performance…the hell? What a dick. Were they raised in a barn? Then again, after watching all of the parents at my son’s kindergarten orientation in August who were texting or playing Angry Birds on their cell phones while we were getting information on school security, bus routes, sick day policies, and other rather important stuff, I’m not surprised. I’m addicted to my phone for work and play, but sometimes, you just have to put it away. The pigs aren’t going anywhere with the eggs in Level 4-5. They’ll wait for you to come back and finish the level.
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I’d rant (other than the above) but to be honest I just feel.. blah. I’m usually somewhat excited about Christmas but this year it’s like I hit a wall. I planned so I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by baking and crafting and such but I’ve been fighting off some sort of glurge for a week now (just blah and I cough in the mornings until I take my inhaler which is usually a sign of a cold coming on but nothing definite has happened). Boss is cranky (not at me, at others) and I’m cranky on her/our behalf because it’s making more work for us and I think she’s feeling the same glurgy thing I am. Hopefully Saturday night I’ll feel more Christmasy as I wrap presents while watching Die Hard.
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And for this, I feel ya, and I’m sorry it’s been a cranky time (I just got over a week-and-a-half-long bout with bronchitis for the second time in two months, so cranky has been my main emotion). I’ve had a few friends feeling underwhelmed by the holiday spirit, too, so at least there have been people to commiserate with. Hope things start to feel more Christmasy for you with Die Hard :).
Can I also add another rant about well-meaning friends and family who keep telling my husband and I to hurry up and have another baby? Umm, yeah. We’ve been working on that for over a year now, and I’ve had several early miscarriages. We’re waiting until spring when my busy season is over at work and then we’re starting fertility treatments, so when I say “We’ll see” and change the subject, how about changing the fucking subject with me? I don’t need to be reminded that there could have been a Baby’s First Christmas ornament on the tree this year if my body hadn’t turned against me. So please…just shut the fuck up, okay?
Originally Posted by JBDivmstr
I know someone with the last name of Fogg.
He had a daughter (Yeah, yeah, I know he didn’t have it. ) and gave the poor child the name of Misti Raine Fogg.
(Yeah, he was a real ‘class act’. NOT!)
Would you?!
Seriously, I really couldn’t say. I haven’t seen, nor heard from (or anything about) them since shortly after the baby was born.
And penis ensued! 
The Kidlets’ school makes the families go there at 9am and then only lets the families of whichever class is on enter the auditorium. While the latest batch of kids goes back to their class and the next one heads to the auditorium, the audience gets kicked out. Mom went the first year, but she dislikes being told she’s not allowed to watch the grandchildren of her friends and neighbors, only her own.