It never gets cold in Seville. It never gets hot in Seville.
Or at least that’s what the builders here seem to think. I want to have double-brick walls and double-glaze windows that close properly again, damnit! And a water heater strong enough that I can shower with water above 10ºC :mad:
Yeah yeah, my 2ºC this morning was nothing to the Minnesotans. But I’m not in Minnesota! Plus, I’m reasonably sure that houses there are not built under the assumption that people will just stick their feet on top of the electric heater, and the lousy insulation comes into play when it’s summer and 48ºC in the shadow, too.
Yeesh, horseshoe. I looked back over your recent posts to get a clue, and it seems like you’ve got shit flying from all directions! I hope you’re okay.
Leave. Me. The fuck. Alone. I lost a baby Friday (luckily only 6 weeks along) and a couple of internals that were of value to me. I’m a little blue. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to off myself if you don’t personally call me twice a day. In fact, I would prefer that you call me zero times a day for at least one day so I can have a little peace and fucking quiet to think and sleep.
The phone has not stopped ringing since I woke up this morning. When I don’t answer my phone, the texts start. I’m tired of having this conversation over and over again. Fuck off. I say that with the utmost love and affection, but please fuck off. I’m tired. I want to rest. I want the mild edema I have right now to go away. I want the world to go away just for a few hours. But that can’t happen if you don’t stop fucking calling me.
So here’s a summary: no, the incisions aren’t too bad. Yes, it’s great that it was caught early. Yes, I’m a little sad. The kids are doing fine. I had to wean my daughter, but she seems none the worse for wear. As for how I am mentally, I’d probably be better if you left me alone for a while. Thanks. Now go away.
Sincerely,
Overlyverbose
P.S. Did I mention I’d like you to leave me alone for a while?
Absolutely. In fact, recruit someone you trust (your mom or sister or friend or whatever) to do the phone work for you - tell them my phone is off, I’m going to bed to recuperate for the next three days, and it would make a world of difference to me if you could field the well-wishers.
Sorry you had such a rough time. Here’s wishing you a speedy recovery and understanding people in your life.
Goddamnit, did you really have to douse yourself in cheap perfume before going to a fucking movie? Really? Do you have any concept of how cloying and nasty most perfume is? Do you have any notion of what the word “moderation” means? You probably dump a bottle of ketchup on your steak, don’t you? In addition, with all the seats available, you had to plunk your stinky ass behind me.
I hate it when this happens–we have to move or else it will make me sick which just pisses me off more since by the time this usually happens, the seats available are less than prime.
But theater-going is weird here; it’s not unusual for us to be the only people in the theater/middle section and moments before the movie starts three giants will tromp in and sit in the seats exactly in front of us. Assy madness.
That doesn’t happen just in your location, Tortuga - it happens to me and my husband all the time, too. We like to see second-run movies, so the theatres are usually at max half full. We sit down, and within minutes, someone else comes and parks their butts right next to us, ignoring the rest of the empty theatre. We’re not sitting in the prime seats, either. All I can figure is that the herd mentality kicks in for some people - they just have to be close to other people.
That happened when my ex-wife and I went to see the very first Harry Potter movie about 3 weeks after it came out.
We walk in and we are the ONLY TWO PEOPLE in the entire place. I have my feet up on the seat in front of me. Dumb bitch walks in and wants me to move my feet so that she can sit there.
No.
“What?”
We are the only people in this entire theater and you are NOT sitting directly in front of me.
“I can sit wherever I want!”
You can sit anywhere else, there are a couple of hundred empty seats in here. BUT YOU ARE NOT SITTING THERE.
(puzzled look, astonishment, makes a move to sit down only to have me push my foot forward to block her and go “nuh uh!”, looks around wild eyed for a few seconds and then goes and sits somewhere else.)
The only thing worse is the TALKERS. For some reason they always decide to sit directly behind you.
Geez lady, stop bitching about my Droid phone. I told you twice that I don’t even have a text messaging plan, yet you continued to lecture me about texting…what the fuck? I didn’t even have the phone on me at the time; I just made the mistake of explaining the various keyboard options available to texters in response to your question. Why were you so appalled at people texting in a waiting room, anyway? Get a fucking Jitterbug already.
I was supposed to leave for basic training today. Since I’m posting on the internet, I clearly didn’t, because my paperwork got fucked up, so instead of leaving I got to sit and wait here for six hours.
Now - it’s snowing! Oh, wait, that’s only here at the airport I’m supposed to leave from. At the airport I’m headed to, it’s not just snowing, it’s also “ice pelleting”, and is predicted to continue doing so pretty much all night. So, uh, fuck.
You’re supposed to WAIT in the waiting room. The only authorized activity besides sitting quietly and staring into space is to read the 8 year old magazines on subjects totally incongruous to the type of professional that you are waiting for.
The problem with most of the ‘grips’ is that they don’t go over the boots that most mail carriers wear. The easiest solution is two peices of chain (it needs to be the chain with cut pieces that are twisted together, not the smooth links) that you can get at any hardware store and two shoelaces. Place the chain pieces under the boot midway between the toe and arch. Place the shoestring across the top of the boot, catching each end of the chain. Tie the shoestrings. This will work for most icy conditions and up and down steps and such, and doesn’t interfere with driving.
I have a pair of these (yak traks) that I tried out on our crappy sidewalks this weekend - they worked very well. They are made of rubber and coils, so they stretch to fit on boots.
Oh please don’t make me go to work today. Solid bets that I will have a call from an extremely unpleasant customer.
When he first got me, he asked about a co-worker of mine, and in ignorance of the situation, I said that he sat next to me, but wasn’t in yet. Turns out he’s been calling and harassing that co-worker for 7 months and my co-worker refuses to take the guy’s calls and has his emails set up for auto-delete.
I tried to help him, but the man is one long senior citizen temper tantrum. He flat out lied to me repeatedly and tried to blame me for what was happening, but 1+1 does not equal 4 and I kept getting different answers to my questions about what he was doing (trying to nail down the cause) until I mentioned that I was asking BECAUSE the things I was asking about could explain what was happening, at which time he lied out his ass saying that he wasn’t doing any of those things he’d just been telling me he was doing.
We got off the phone and I was away from my desk for 20 minutes. I come back and get a phone call from him. Outside (direct) calls do not bring up customer information. I had no idea who was calling me. So he’s angry that I don’t know who he is and swearing at me for not IMMEDIATELY calling him back when he emailed me. I explain I was away from my desk but he doesn’t believe me and won’t let it go.
Three calls from him, three voicemail messages, two emails, in five hours.
Bets I have angry voicemails and emails from him when I get in today, demanding to know why I haven’t called him back, despite my email to him CLEARLY stating that I was off on Sunday and Monday.
Any *smart *bagger will know this, yes. However, what you must understand is that most baggers aren’t that bright and possibly even (not kidding) mentally retarded. Certainly any adult who is bagging full-time (that is to say, as their entire job, not as a measure of hours per week) is almost certainly below average intelligence, or they’d be a cashier instead. I worked at a grocery store in high school, and this was my experience of all of our baggers.
Yeah! Who the fuck do these other people think they are, spending money at a public coffeeshop?!
:(
Hope you actually literally told them this (though maybe not in so many words) via email/text/VM greeting and then unplugged and/or silenced everything.
If there’s going to be a talker in the theater, I’d actually prefer that they be seated right near me instead of farther away. Makes it easier for me to shame them into shutting the fuck up.
You forgot about playing “How Many Indians” in the back of that old issue of Highlights.
