I don’t get this…why would you have an extra half an hour? Are you saying that you don’t stay in bed until the last possible second, leaving you barely enough time to shower, shave, and brush your teeth before haphazardly putting your clothes on and running out the door to be five minutes late for work? 
That’s what I was thinking - if you have a half hour to kill, you’re not sleeping long enough.
I’ve only seen two business bathrooms which did not have one, in Spain. They belonged to the same business.
Maybe this person works evenings/shifts?
U.S. poster - never once seen a public bathroom with a brush. That’s usually part of the janitor’s supplies.
Posting in haste - I meant, “the only guy I’ve seen go into the men’s room with a newspaper and etc.” :smack:
Very minor:
Moving sucks.
As some of you may know, I moved from my parents’ guest bedroom (with most of my stuff in storage) to a studio apartment. I have all of the stuff from the storage unit, plus some other furniture, and some of the stuff from my parents’ place.
My home is a mess of boxes. I have almost no flat surfaces (a lot of the stuff I’ve already brought from my parents’ place was kind of just shoved in stuff.) So I have to move everything so I can put my furniture in place. Except I don’t yet have enough furniture to put things away (I need more bookcases and some storage cabinets).
And my place is really really dark because there is no light in the main space. I have a lamp, that I currently can’t get to. It should be rewired and it has no shade, but it’s not dangerous. Except that I’d kill myself reaching around boxes to turn it on.
I’ve already spent at least $500 on renting a truck (we thought it was going to be raining and then it just seemed like a better idea than doing it in pickup trucks) and supplies (most of which haven’t gotten here yet, as I just ordered yesterday).
And my place is down some very steep stairs, which makes moving furniture and heavy boxes a wee bit tricky. Most of that is moved in already, but my dad is refinishing a bookcase for me that we’ll have to move down. Luckily it’s not particularly heavy (I can lift it myself, I think, but it’s awkward as hell). And I’m trying to only get stuff I can carry myself. Except I need more bookcases and I hate dusting so they must be enclosed.
Aw well, at least I have my own place, and I cut 20 minutes off my commute. (There’s more good than bad, but still, moving sucks).
Whoever’s washing the little cast-iron skillet every morning, will you please fucking stop? You’re removing the seasoning. That’s why I leave a little oil in the pan. I’m trying to reseason it so my eggs won’t stick every morning. If you really know how to take care of cast iron skillets you would know this.
I’m pretty sure that’s a murderable offense.
One of the last years I was volunteering at a summer camp, the cookout coordinator the previous week had left a cast-iron pot that she had cooked eggs in to soak. I had to scrub it out and reseason it (which I didn’t know how to do at the time). Such a bitch of a job!
That is not insignificant! Congrats on getting your own place - it’ll get more organized eventually. The chaos is temporary, but the privacy and shorter commute are much more permanent! 
Do you have roommates? Anyway: I suggest you keep the skillet in your room.
You cranky old Republican fuck: I’m just waiting for my wife to get out of the try-on room and really don’t want to hear about how Obama is a socialist and his father was a socialist and how Michelle Obama wasted all that taxpayer money to go to Hawaii and how the President does nothing but play golf. Do you ever read anything other than the sports section and the NRA magazine? Do you watch anything but Fox, you lame motherfucker? Just die, already, and give everyone a fucking break.
There’s a bonus involved in this.
A cast iron skillet is one helluva weapon.
Sure to make an impact.
Give sandra_nz a cigar! Most of my shifts are 3pm-8pm; I do have a few 7am-3pm shifts, where I don’t have much slack time beforehand.
Also, I’m one of ‘those people’ who are almost never late, and almost always early; I leave home with a half-hour to spare as it is - that being the amount of time it takes for me to change a tire, if need be.
Yah, I’m a little anal about it…
I was gonna suggest this too. 
So my wife goes to everybody’s Too Big To Fail bank, Bank of America, last Friday to pay off a $500 balance on a credit card of hers. Apparently BoA had purchased her card account so she wanted to see if it was easy to pay the bill at the counter.
Heh-heh. Sheeeeee-it.
Laura thought it odd that she had to sign a carbon of some sort, but figured that must be the process, so there you go. Card is paid off. Yay!
Saturday comes, no deduction from our account for the amount the card was paid off.
Sunday comes, same thing with the checking account. However, the following transactions appeared on Laura’s credit card:
- A cash advance of $500,
- A payment of $500,
- A transaction fee of $88!
Somehow, the little dingbat at TBTF-BoA paid off my wife’s credit card with a cash advance drawn from the same card*!
It’s fixed, but what a dumbass!
*I didn’t even know that was possible. “Can I charge my charge card payment?”
I frickin’ hate removing wallpaper. Hate hate hate. Oh, sure, it was just a border, not the whole damn room, but I swear that shit was cemented on. We tried the Downy. We tried the legit stuff. Ended up renting a steamer. What a fucking mess. I scalded my chest, peeled paint down gawd knows how many layers, have a stack of wet towels from wiping up the floor… but that shit is gone. Hallelujah.
Now to patch, sand, and paint. Gah.
I’m pretty sure that’s how the US got into the financial mess in the first place, isn’t it?
I drove home behind a very bad driver tonight, doing something I’ve seen the odd time recently - they went to the curb lane whenever there wasn’t anyone parked there (these were residential streets) and then back into the driving lane when there were parked cars. Has anyone else been seeing this? How the hell would someone get the idea that this is how you’re supposed to pilot a car? (This wasn’t the only thing they were doing wrong - I don’t think they actually knew how to drive.)
MissTake, we were open to having to do some renos on the house we bought, but we would have to think long and hard before buying a house full of wallpaper.
Seriously? Another deer? In the past 12 months, I’ve hit one, and Mr. M has hit three! We should at least have a freezer-ful of venison to show for our efforts, but no, not even that!
Lesson learned: if one must hit a deer at highway speeds, do so while driving a 2006 Sierra pickup. The front bumper isn’t pretty anymore, but everything works, including the lights, despite the two collisions. Even with the “cow-catcher” bumper on the patrol car, it needed lots of work (lights, bodywork, alignment) after its two encounters.
But I think the truck will have to stay dented for now. Finances are just too tight to repair or replace the bumper. Sigh.
Could be someone who learned to drive in places where “drive on the right except when passing” is drilled heavily and where, if what you call the “curb lane” is supposed to be used for parking and not for driving, it is marked so. One of the things my coworkers and I found very confusing in Scotland was curb lanes which were “lanes” at certain hours and “parking spots” at others (those don’t exist in Spain - we have spots which are “parking” at certain hours and “stopping” at others but not this); they were marked both as a regular lane and as parking spots, and if you didn’t know the hours for one of them and you were looking for a parking spot you couldn’t just assume that seeing a bunch of parked cars meant it was legal to park…
If someone is standing between my car and your own car in a parking lot, and I manage to get into my car, and start it up, maybe that someone should freaking MOVE OUT OF THE LOT. I shouldn’t have to roll down the passenger window and say “I’m going to back out now, it would be a really good idea if you moved so I don’t, you know, hit you.” And I shouldn’t have to say this TWICE before this person moves. Seriously, we are in front of a Red Robin, and there are tables and chairs out in the open are about 20 feet away. Maybe it would be a good idea to hold that long conversation at a TABLE, instead of between cars in a parking lot.
I guess there was no escalator in the area for these women to stop and chat at the exit.
I don’t need a license to carry a handgun…what I need is a license to carry a cattle prod, and legal authority to use it on dumbasses.
I have to report, though, that while I was browsing in a crafts store, everyone was alert and considerate of others. What a concept!
Not my skillet. I’d treat it better than they do. In fact, when my boyfriend and I get our own place, I want to get a cast iron skillet. The only time water would touch it is to wash the blood off if someone ever tried to break in. (It’s a skillet! It’s a weapon! It’s amazing!)