So, I work for a small law firm - three attorneys. The boss is going to Florida this weekend for some sun and some golf, and needs a ride to Midway airport - an hour+ from this office, pretty much all expressway driving.
Instead of asking people to do him a favor (some of us have worked here for 15 years), he’s having the office manager basically go around to everyone, and basically making it part of our job to do so.
Total bullshit. Not only does he make more than enough money to pay for airport parking for the weekend, there is a bus literally 6 minutes away from the office that runs on the hour and goes directly to Midway. Instead, one of the “job duties” for a paralegal is apparently to run the boss to the airport.
It’s getting really bad around here, and I’m irritated at the Office Manager (also my aunt) for agreeing to sponsor his bullshit. When I commented on it, I was told that it was “disrespectful” in front of “her employees” to mention that maybe we tell him no. There’s 6 people that work here. We’re a very casual office, and we’ve known each other for years.
I’m thinking her unusual and abrupt rebuke about my comment was an attempt to disguise her shame that she, a 50+ year old woman, has to do such bullshit for a boss that clearly wouldn’t do it for us. And she should be ashamed - standing up for the bully is no way to live.
Yeah… but doesn’t seeing your husband for the first time in a month count as a good reason? And from the sound of it, he’s going away again so it might be the only face (bed?) time for two months total?
Years ago when I worked at Hamline University, you could always tell the freshmen girls from out of state. It’d be below zero and they’d be walking around in skimpy clothing with no coat, freezing their asses off. (I said to one; “You know, we have this thing called ‘Winter’. You should probably buy a coat.”)
Never the freshmen guys. Just the girls, who were busy trying to show themselves off.
I lived in Montreal for 15 years and never minded the endless -16 degree weather. Now after spending 9 years in England, 3 days in Montreal last Christmas at -8 sent us scurrying to buy furry boots and hats and all we did was moan about the cold…we’ve totally lost the ability to cope with it. They should probably take away our Canadian passports or something.
Will people stop saying it’s impossible to prove a negative?
“I did NOT deposit $5 million in my checking account yesterday.”
Believe it or not, even though the above sentence is a negation of the idea that I deposited $5 million in my checking account yesterday, I actually can prove that I did not deposit $5 million in my checking account yesterday via my bank statements.
Is he hemorrhaging? Is the place on fire? Then no, it’s really not a good reason. If I haven’t had enough sleep, I’m in an absolutely foul mood, and there are other people like me. I might love someone very much, but if I’m awakened before I’ve had enough sleep, my first instinct is to bite his/her head off. Even after I’ve had enough sleep, it’s best not to talk to me for at least a few minutes. Some people wake up, and they’re happy, or at least in a neutral mood. Others have all the charm and sociability of a she-bear who has just awakened from her hibernation. With an abcessed tooth.
If I were in her position, I’d probably try to catch an early nap, and set the alarm to go off a little before the loved one comes home. This would mean that I could at least be somewhat sociable. It’s not ideal, but it’s far better than biting someone’s head off, or missing that person altogether.
I’m very well used to having to adjust my schedule to my husband’s weird hours. He used to work rotating shifts on a consistent basis…he’d work three days on day shift, three on swing shift, three on graveyard shift, and then get three days off. I really think that this is unhealthy. Nowadays, he USUALLY works day shift, but he has to work at least a couple of graveyard shifts each month, too. This usually means that he goes in for day shift on Thursday, comes home about 3:30 PM, goes to bed, gets up at 8:00 PM (that’s about 4 hours of sleep) and then go in at 10:00 PM to work until 6:00 AM. I think this is completely insane.
I had my first ever full fledged anxiety attack today, so says the doctor. Lovely. I just want to sleep, unlike last nights farce of maybe two hours all together.
For those who have dealt with them before, I truly apologize for thinking “get over yourself”. I hope I never have to go through one again.
Oh fudge. I’m sorry, MissTake. Got my first one 12 years ago, and … I’m just sorry. I wouldn’t wish 'em on anyone. Hopefully your doctor can help you control / mitigate it all?
Get yourself onto Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) before the anxiety really takes hold. A doctor can prescribe medication for them, but that’s treating the symptoms, not getting at the root cause.
I know what the causes are - kidneys, cats, vehicle, lack of money, craptacular family. Too much shit falling down on me, no one really to help hold me up. I get tired being the strong one.
I’m so used to being able to find whatever I’m looking for on YouTube that when I come up empty, it really bothers me.
Case in point, which is related to another minirant: I wanted to find a clip from “Flashdance” of the short little scene when Alex goes to confession (the second time), sobbing, and says something like “Bless me father, for I have sinned… it’s been a long time since my last confession. (pause) I want so much!”
I wanted to find this so I could post it either here or on Facebook, because it’s how I feel every. god. damned. day.
I used to get panic attacks from stress. Once I was climbing a flight of outdoor stairs, and suddenly became afraid that I would trip and fall through the stair raisers should be. I honestly thought that I was going to die right there on the landing. I couldn’t go up, I couldn’t go down and I just knew I was having a heart attack and my hands were too numb to find my cell and call for help.
Panic attacks suck. They suck bigtime. Is there anything we can do to help with your stress?
Now to my very small minirant: Is everyone bored about hearing me rant about Lucky being an asshole cat? If so, it seens as though some cat here is as well. Lucky was found in the kitchen trash can today. The trash can has a lid and a thing to step on to open the lid. Its to tall for a kitteh to stand on the pedal and then jump in, so some other kitteh held the lid open for Lucky.
Dude! Look! You can jump in and make a mess. You like making messes, right? Here, I’ll hold the lid open while you jump in and toss things out.
So start a Cat Rants thread! I’ve long thought we should have one (maybe a monthly one… so we could get a cat-related pun every month). We have so many good cat owners/rescuers, it’d be great.
