Well, hello, job search. I haven’t seen you in – gosh, several years now, since I started burning through our savings while I simultaneously tried to make it as an actor and waited for the economy to improve.
I see you’re still the same dispiriting ghost town you were three years ago, job search.
(anybody need to hire an editor, proofreader, writer, actor or voiceover guy?)
UGH! I like my dad, but he can really drive me up the wall sometimes.
My dad thinks it’s okay to take stuff out of the garbage. I mean like reaching into our trash can and taking stuff out of it! One time my mother threw away some cheese because it had gone moldy (and wasn’t the kind of cheese that’s supposed to have mold on it.) My dad took the cheese out of the garbage and put it back in the fridge! And just now, I was looking for a pen that works. I carefully tested, then threw in the garbage, 8 pens that didn’t work. So my dad tried to help me find a pen that worked - by reaching into the garbage and taking out one of the pens that didn’t work! Luckily I managed to stop him this time before he actually got his hand in the garbage can.
The next time I throw something away, I’m putting paper towels over it so my dad can’t see what’s in the garbage can.
Yeah, as a dad I gotta say, we have no shame.
Cool for us, but for anyone around us with “sensibilities”… whoa…
Same here. My wife and I really like PC brand foods - they have some very good things that just aren’t available in regular groceries. However, we’re a test market area for new products, so just when we find something new and decide we really like it and get used to having it available, it gets discontinued!
Nope. Mostly Cold Eeze, and some Musinex D for Sinus and Cold. And not even those for the last day.
The skin on my heel cracked like it does every winter. Now every step hurts.
Considered it but ultimately laziness won out. Maybe if I had a food processor. I can eat that stuff all day too so I’d have a lot of tomatoes to chop.
That sounds really nasty. Yuk. You have my sympathy.
Yuck. It really is disheartening - my husband has been searching for a while, too. Hopefully your search will be short & fruitful.
Okay, that… is gross. Really gross. I’m kind of fascinated by it. What does he say when people ask why he’s pulling stuff out of the garbage? Does he just think everyone else is too wasteful and is throwing away good stuff? Does he think the pens fell into the garbage by mistake?
My own pet peeve these days is a Facebook acquaintance who won’t stop posting conspiracy theories about Sandy Hook. She’s not the brightest person, and I’ve frequently sent her snopes links in the past (as well as a link to the vaccination book Kolga and Lavender(blue? violet?) wrote), but these damn Sandy Hook things are obnoxious and disgusting. First it was Obama doing it so he could repeal the 2nd amendment, then it was a conspiracy that apparently google knew about (but, uh, no one else on the planet noticed?), and the newest kookiness is that stonehenge, Sandy Hook elementary, and one of the mayan pyramids all lie on a straight line - and there’s a ley line right at the Sandy Hook front door! And the Mayans used to sacrifice children! Argh, argh, argh. Stab me in the eyes, please.
Thanks, but none necessary: my current mantra is “Hey, there are people with real problems in this world.”
I’ll tell ya, The Pit keeps things in perspective.
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Woke up yesterday coughing, ok, I have a tendency to get bronchitis . Sure as shit, bronchitis it it:(. Cough hack hack. Diaphragm hurts can’t sleep…winge winge winge…
Dear friend, I know it’s stressful and frustrating when a loved one is in the ER. However, your husband is in his early 30s, in the ER for pneumonia, and not otherwise in great distress - he is not in a high risk group, can breathe on his own, etc. He was put in a quarantine room so they could rule out TB first. So yeah, the nurses may not have been in and out of the room frequently enough for your taste, but it was for good reasons. He was hooked up to monitors that would report to them on his vitals, and in the meantime, they probably had a shitload of important other things to deal with, since it’s the ER and all.
Dammit.
There’s been no sign of mice for a few months- but just when we thought we’d finally won, by putting every single edible thing in sealed containers or out of reach as well as trapping the little furry bastards and relocating them to the park, one runs across the floor in front of me.
Balls.
Or snack cracker or frozen entree or ice cream flavor or plastic cups or disposable dinner plates or processed cheese or just about anything, frankly.
And what really drives me super-crazy is they always discontinue the item that was hard to find anyway because it sold out the second the shelf was restocked…then the store must decide" it’s too popular so we’re not going to stock it anymore."
Holy shit, I’m just wiped. My husband is gone for most of January. I haven’t slept properly in days - it’s weird sleeping alone, and my screaming nightmares have made a comeback. Last night my back pain kept me awake. I hate our mattress so hard.
I did some Tabata flutter-kicks the other day and now I’m so sore I can barely walk - I now know the meaning of ‘‘hurt muscles you never even knew you had.’’ I’ve been subsisting on frozen dinners since my husband is out of town and I haven’t felt like cooking myself an entire meal. I know I feel like shit because I’ve been treating myself like shit.
The house is a mess. It’s been years since I’ve been left to my own devices for any long period of time. I feel like doing basic things like dishes, laundry and getting up to go to work are just so difficult right now. Some kind of depression I guess.
So grateful I work from home tomorrow. Having my squishy new recliner delivered too; I might just end up sleeping on that until we buy a new mattress.
Well, you have only yourself to blame then, hmmm? I can resemble that. 
When I make pico this time of year, I use canned tomatoes (usually Rotel) because the fresh tomatoes are so yucky. Saves a lot of chopping.
I feel your pain, mine does the same thing.
I think I’m just stressing myself out. I just found out I’m pregnant and now I don’t feel like eating. That’s the problem I had the last time around, but my gallbladder was to blame there. I’m pretty sure this time it’s a mental issue, not a physical one. So eat, dammit!!
I hate it when people walk on the fresh snow on my sidewalk and the snow they pack down molecularly bonds to the sidewalk and has to be scraped off, inch by painful inch. GAH!
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking - they have a right to walk there, I need to get out the microsecond a snowflake hits the walk, etc. It still annoys me.