Wonder if that’s related to a phenomenon I’ve noticed. When I hand-write something, I frequently find myself duplicating my most common typos for the words in question. 
If I hand-write I can spell correctly. If I type, I can’t. I blame the internet.
I don’t know why this bugs me so much. There are voice-overs in the elevator music at Value Village - one of them talks about kids who ride in carts and how to do it safely. At the end it goes “…and cart riders, remember: good behaviour is usually rewarded.”
Uh, no. “Good behaviour” is generally expected when you’re out in public and being members of society.
I pit myself for telling my stepson that the reason “short” buses are short is because if they were standard length buses the special needs kids would get lost on them.
I’m so going to hell…
This is ‘one of those days’. 
Lots of people completely oblivious. Walking one direction and looking another.
Very Large Man stepped out of a building about 10 seconds before me, stood exactly in front of the door I needed to open (all the rest blocked off due to construction). When I pushed it open and tried to get through the gap, he moved directly into me. Probably a good thing I wasn’t carrying anything pointy.
Walking parallel to someone else directly toward the front doors of my building. He should have seen me two ways; 1> Peripheral vision, and 2> Reflection in the reflective dark glass on the front of the building. Nope, suddenly started walking at a diagonal right into me while staring at the doors. (Seemed to be aimed for one in the middle, suddenly angled into me toward the one on the far right I was headed for).
Not a word of apology from either one for walking into me. Henceforth I will assign the nickname ‘Bishop’ to the guy in my building, since he seems to want to move diagonally.
Really difficult getting clear answers out of anyone. Ask a yes/no question, get long answer that shows they weren’t listening. Stop them, repeat question. Get confused look. Ok, nevermind, I’ll take a different route for the answer.
“Do we have access to proc X, and if so, what is the format”
“blah blah blah blah”
“No, I’m asking if we have access to proc X and if so, what is the format?”
“blah blah library blah blah (not an answer)”
“Ok, nevermind.”
(10 minutes later, when I no longer need it)
“Oh, proc X is such-and-such format”
Four of us waiting for elevator. Door opens. We move toward it. Generally slow moving woman decides this is the perfect time to speed up, swerve, walk between us and the door and then slow down right in front of it. It closes with none of us on it. I hit button and fortunately, it opens again. As we get on, and woman is still only 20 feet away (I said she was slow), I say (loudly) “Hey, it looks like people are trying to get on an elevator! I think I’ll walk directly in front of the open door!” She paused, kept going. Hope she got the message.
And my phone, which worked fine before we moved to this building 4 months ago, doesn’t seem to want to conference or transfer anyone anymore.
Ah yes, how has my day been? Let me find insignificant things to rant about. 
:rolleyes: 
(we need a smiling devil smiley.)
When I got downtown I ate croissants. I love croissants but the flakes kept getting stuck to my lips! :mad: Annoying!
Then I looked at my bag of homemade cookies and some of them had broken! :eek: (I solved this by buying a container and putting the rest of the non-broken cookies in the container.)
Then, while talking to my supervisor, I mispronounced someone’s name! :smack: I felt soooooo embarrassed! :o *
*While I’m at it, I’ll rant that the “embarrassed” smiley looks more bored than ashamed to me.
And then at lunchtime, I broke a nail! Well, a hangnail, actually. It was bleeding! I hate bleeding!
Then after lunch I had to make a bunch of photocopies. For a brief moment, I couldn’t figure out how to put the oversized paper in the photocopier! :eek: Luckily, I got help (hah, now nobody can accuse me of not “getting help” ;)) and I managed to get it figured out.
The guy who really likes my cookies wasn’t there this afternoon… so he didn’t get any of my cookies. Oh well, the cookies will still be there tomorrow.
Then I went home on the bus and the subway. First, on the subway, I had to sit in between two big guys who insisted on jutting their legs out as far as possible, so I couldn’t help but be in contact with their legs for the whole ride. Then, on the bus, an idiot girl sat beside me and ate stinky McDonald’s food out of a bag. P.U.!:mad:
Other than that, my day wasn’t so bad. 
There. How was that? My most rant-filled post ever. 
On a somewhat-related note, I often walk on the bus routes in my neighbourhood; here’s a tip for bus riders that they don’t seem to know - sometimes there are people on the sidewalk when you get off the bus! And you can’t just walk right into them! As far as I’m concerned, I was walking on that sidewalk long before the bus pulled up - I have right of way. They probably disagree.
Any news? Hopefully good?
My ex-boyfriend*'s father is in the hospital, with West Nile being suspected. Apparently, the prognosis is not good. 
The kicker? My ex-BF just had his first child a day or two ago. I wonder if grandpa will ever see her…
- The one from whom Mr. Shoe “stole” me. Long story.
Yes, actually she was back at work today! She said she was feeling much better, no official word yet on what it was that made her so sick. But her doctor cleared her to come back as long as she didn’t overdo it. I guess being 22 and very athletic has something to do with it. Anyways, we were very happy to see her!
I’m sorry about your ex’s dad, hoping for the best.
Ah yes. Elevators. Let me count the ways.
Myself, a coworker, and a few strangers are on the elevator. We arrive at destination, door opens. Immediately a rather large lady attempts to board. Only halfway on when she realizes that the elevator is already rather full. Stops, giggles, dons insipid grin and shrugs her shoulders in.
Lady, making your shoulders two feet wide doesn’t do a damn bit of good when your ass is three feet wide. Finally the two moderately functional neurons in her possession fire in the correct sequence and it dawns on her that the people glaring at her are hinting that she should back the fuck up so everyone else can depart.
On the other side of that, I hate trying to get off the bus and some jackass decides they absolutely need to walk through that space right in front of the open bus door.
TheKid is gone this week. Whoo hoo? Only not so much.
I’m realizing that she will be moving out “for reals” probably within the next year, and I will be lost. I’m already at a loss, and it’s only been since freakin’ Saturday.
I don’t have much of a social circle, and those who I am close with are all married - so I end up being a third wheel or hearing all about their marriages (yawn). The only person I’ve talked with is my Mom, who I love dearly, but the dementia based paranoia makes me want to cry and scream.
Find a hobby! I have hobbies. None require me leaving my house (reading, sewing…). Do a MeetUp! I’ve tried, weenied out. And when it comes down to it, I am usually content on my own. I thought. Gawd, I’m such a mope - empty nest syndrome before she’s even gone. It’s been just her and I against the world since she was 2. She’s the one who gets me out of the house. She’s the one who nags me to be “in” the world. What the hell am I going to do?
Sorry - it was more a whine than a rant.
If she’s the one who gets you out and into the world, then why not ask her for suggestions? She probably knows you better than anyone and she wants you to be happy after she moves out, so maybe she could give you some ideas.
I’ve never encountered someone just walking along in the path I need to take to depart a bus. No one does that. If you’re not already standing there, waiting to board or something, I’m not going to see you as I step off that last step to the curb. Sticking my head out and checking both ways isn’t going to happen.
If you’re to the further side of the walkway, several steps away and people are walking into you from the other side of the sidewalk, then yeah, they’re unobservant and kinda jerky.
I don’t really get what you’re saying; I walk along the sidewalk, someone comes out of the bus, they nearly walk right into me because they’re trying to occupy the same piece of sidewalk that I’m already on - why would you say that this never happens? You don’t have to stick your head out to check both ways before getting off the bus, but looking out the door after you open it isn’t the worst idea ever. If people did that, they would see me on the sidewalk.
I should say, this isn’t a big problem; it isn’t happening all the time or anything. It just makes me wonder when it does - am I walking in stealth mode or something?
My very best friend in the whole world, the one who calls my mom “Ma,” the one my kids know as Aunt, my college roommate, my sister by choice, is a 19-year survivor of cervical cancer. Last month, she was diagnosed with cancer again. It’s in the bones. Bad.
She’s on her way to the emergency room with classic symptoms of a heart attack. I’m so worried. But part of me remembers her cancer treatment the first time around. It was beyond horrible. And maybe something sudden and catastrophic would be the kinder path out.
I love her too much to want her to suffer, but oh, it would hurt to lose her…
Ah, shit, I’m sorry to hear that, Lacunae. As you say, a quick end rather than a long, painful struggle with terminal cancer might be a kindness, but then you lose your friend even sooner.
Here’a a decent examle. I don’t expect anyone to be walking in front of this guy, and wouldn’t expect to run into other foot traffic until getting to the backside of that shelter. Very similar spacial expectations even without the shelter.
I can’t just step off the bus and stop, or pause before stepping off - there are other people behind me who also want to get off. That would be equivalent to the dork who takes one step off an escalator/elevator and stops - there’s a pile of people behind you who will knock your butt over. That habit prevails even if there doesn’t happen to be anyone else getting off at a particular stop, it’s just a good habit to have.
Here, people walking along the sidewalk tend toward the center or far side from the curb, and generally avoid the 3-4 foot strip nearest the curb. Or if they don’t avoid it, will still veer away when a bus pulls up. Personally, I don’t really want to walk right next to the bus anyway.
You have my sincere sympathy. Being left handed bites when you are used to being right handed. No offense to the lefties on the board, but dang, I had NO idea how much your world sucks. MLS, I’m happy that it wasn’t worse. It would really bite to permanently lose function in your strong hand.
I’ve never gotten stung by a stingray. I’ll just put that on my list of things I don’t want to do. It sounded painful when you first posted and sounds even worse now.
I laughed. At least I will go to hell in good company.
Chimera, pay attention, its been a while since you have had a kitten and you might have forgotten. Toilet paper must always be put on the holder with the end in the back. This way, when kitties start clawing at it, it will roll back up.
If a spare roll of toilet paper is left on the toilet tank, it will end up in the toilet the one time someone forgets to put the lid down.
Not that I’ve ever had to fish a soggy roll of toilet paper out of the toilet, or used shredded paper to wipe my butt or anything
That’s probably a good plan.