I know I’ll get victim-blamed for leaving my window rolled down on a beautiful summer day while parked behind my office, but I really do hope that whoever stole the pack of gum off my console chokes on it. Or at least gets it stuck in their hair.
They stole ‘a pack of gum’? Seriously? Did they get anything else, or was that it? Because that’s kind of pathetic.
The Internet needs a Pathetic Thief Shaming meme.
“Stole a pack of gum from a car. Still worth more than he is.”
Yep. There’s a spot on my dash where you can put stuff and I keep little trinkets there - my Princess Half Marathon tiara, hair ties, cheap sunglasses, other little things and a pack or two of gum. They’re all in their spots so I notice when something is missing. There is about $2 in change in the ashtray. Twice now just my gum has been stolen. I can’t lock my driver’s side door (the mechanism slips and it’ll stay locked) so I don’t keep anything valuable in my vehicle.
I booked mine as early as I could because that meant I got to Waikiki at about the perfect time in the afternoon.
Flatlined, the doc I saw yesterday says everything looks good, we just need to avoid further injury & let the healing continue via common-sense precautions. Don’t soak, keep clean, if it hurts when you do that, don’t do that. Right now it’s just ugly-looking & annoying. For example, driving would press directly on the stitches, so I can’t do that. Of course, I can’t wash dishes, either.
A little while back, I ordered some shelf-stable food for a specific purpose. The company I ordered from has since sent me e-mails every week or two with sales, promotions, etc. No problem, normal business model, and besides, the product I ordered from them was reasonably priced, arrived in a timely manner, and of good quality - I might need to order from them again.
Except, not anymore. I just read their latest e-mail, and it’s a paeon to alarmist idiocy: “FEMA is stockpiling food! Oh, noes! The apocalypse is just around the corner!” Seriously. I’m not exaggerating. Here’s an excerpt from their communique:
“Do they know something that you should know? The answer is; “Yes, probably.” They certainly know the same things we have been telling you for years:
We’re at the nasty end of a worldwide famine.
The Chinese are buying up all the food possible they can - including ours.
The world has eaten more in each of the last several years than it produced.
America has had to sell off their livestock because of subsidies, which pour corn ethanol into your gas tanks (which was supposed to reduce the cost of gas but actually increased it).
With the millions of unprepared people dependent on the government to provide food, that they don’t have, we better each take care of ourselves.”
Apparently, this is based on this story, of a survival food company owner being contacted by a FEMA purchasing agent, and misreading “we’d like to know what we might be able to buy from you quickly in the event of an emergency” as “Holy shit, the world’s ending now!” (Because it would be silly to think that an emergency management agency might be updating its database of available emergency supplies just in case an emergency might happen…)
Yeah, I’ve unsubscribed to the updates. I know it’s futile, but I also contacted the company to let them know exactly why I choose not to do business with them again (never reward stupidity, I always say!) But seriously? :rolleyes:
[QUOTE=Stupid Food Company]
The world has eaten more in each of the last several years than it produced.
[/quote]
How is that even possible?
Of course the drought couldn’t have had anything to do with that.
Yep yep! All of my farmer cousins and aunts and uncles and neighbors have sold to the slaughterhouse because of corn subsidies. Not because fodder is sky high, due to crappy weather and transport costs have risen. It’s totally because the great, amorphous, and mostly non-white “they” have screwed us over again!
Seriously, Harris Teeter?
On August 20, two whole weeks before school even starts, you take down the back-to-school stuff from the seasonal aisle and replace it with HALLOWEEN CANDY??
In AUGUST??
And I suppose you’re going to remove all the Halloween merchandise on October 15 and put up the Christmas decorations.
Christ on a pony.
Just picked up my new glasses. I haven’t been able to get an exam in a few years, and I knew that my prescription had changed a lot, but WOW. I’m going through that whole ‘motion sick’ thing that comes with getting used to a new 'scrip, and damn it’s annoying.
They look nice, though. 
… and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it? Just think, once you’ve adjusted to the new 'scrip, you’ll be able to look in a mirror and see how damn fine you look! 
I hate it when I feel so bad that I can’t get around to doing all the things I’m supposed to do. Fuck life.
My temporary supervisor today was calling herself Hill and me Stace. We’re not six or bffs, you nitwit. Your name is Hillary and my name is Stacy. Jesus Christ this is why so many women simply don’t get taken seriously in the workplace.
Who the hell refers to themselves by any variation of their first name?
ETA: Outside of emails maybe. And that’s just the signature.
My given name is Mary. It bugs the shit out of me when people call me Mare. I’m not a fucking horse!!! Now that I think about it, its only women who do it. When I was younger, I would respond to it, now I don’t. That’s not my name, so I assume that they are talking to someone else.
Lacunae Matata you are a very good friend. I’m glad that your friend didn’t have a heart attack, and also glad that you were able to help her through her real crisis.
I didn’t mean to sound churlish about helping my friends, I was happy to do anything to help. I was just grumbly at the idea that someone can spend weeks without being able to move or read and their doctors are worried about them being depressed and wanting to medicate them when the real problem is that they are laying around with nothing to occupy their minds but TV and worries about their health issues. Grrrr!
As long as I’m complaining about medical care, can I lump medical insurance companies into the mix?
I sprained my wrist at work, so it is a worker’s comp claim. I understand that there is paperwork involved, but I got so mad at the 4 page form I got in the mail that I threw it out.
I’ll happily tell them how the accident happened, where it happened and when it happened. I understand that they need the name of the witness, so they can check to be sure that I’m not lieing about it.
They do NOT need to know my education levels, they do NOT need to know my employment history for 10 years and I’m certainly not going to list all of the injuries/illnesses/accidents I’ve had over my entire life.
If they send it to me again, I’ll put a copy of the worker’s comp report and a copy of the doctor’s report in the envelope and put it in the mail. I’ll also use their address as the return address and won’t put a stamp on it. Fuckers.
Yabbut now I really want a bag of Skittles…
Wait – your mom has endearing and humanizing qualities?
That’s just so . . . disillusioning.
I kid, actually. I was going to ask you to post about more of those qualities, but that would be kind of out of place in the Pit, wouldn’t it?
Lots of people. Margaret can be called Maggie, Peggy, and sometimes Daisy. Patricia can be Patty. John is often Jack, while William is Will or Billy. Elizabeth has at least 4 nicknames that I can think of. In Russian, Valentina becomes Valya, while Mikael is Misha and Alexandra or Alexander is Sasha.
I’m no linguist, but I expect that most if not all human languages have ways of modifying given names.
I think the point was: who refers to THEMSELVES by any name at all, as opposed to personal pronouns? How would she do so in the course of a natural conversation? “Hill and Stace are going to get coffee now” instead of “Stacy and I are going to get coffee now”?
For the worthless failure assclown who steals my trash cans,
I wish I could give you the asskicking you deserved. I would gladly beat the stupid out of you while cursing your grandparents for eternity. I would whoop your mothers ass once for raising you and another for letting your sperm donor convince her that having his fuckwit brainless spawn would be a good thing. YOU are a cretin whose existence makes the gods facepalm. Eat shit fifty-five times and then die slowly, in tremendous agony that your cousin’s stolen Fentanyl can’t diminish.
I hope that you run into someone meaner than I am who makes you wish that you had been aborted, who really fucks you up. I hope that your stolen goods spontaneously combust and takes you out with them. Have a shitty life you pathetic hoarding garbagehead halfwit useless motherfucker.