I know what the word is and I know how to pronounce it correctly. I just refuse to, if for no other reason than to get up the nose of people like you. In fact, I usually pronounce it like the string instrument, just to be really perverse.
The cover of this morning’s UK Sun. Bleh. Fuck those scumbags.
Sorry you’re going through that.
But maybe some people just don’t have any luck.
What? Some random Niven fan was going to point that out…
Not to mention your body just flat out breaking down. I’ve been an office worker for 16 years, and am working as a temp (and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future) - my body is falling apart at 46 - how bad is it going to be in 10 years? I’ve started mousing with my left hand because my right wrist is gacked - hopefully my left one will make it to 65.
CW, Cinco Lobitos helps. That and also flexing your wrist back and forth, whenever you have a moment to do the exercise.
Singing isn’t required.
Thanks - I try to flex my wrists throughout the day (when I remember) - I’ll add that exercise to my repertoire. 
I pit my lack of sleep! And my friends! They have to be so lovable that I go out with them after our shows and miss sleep. :rolleyes:
I hate being the nice guy (girl, actually). I ALWAYS pick up hours at work when someone else needs time off. Two weeks ago, I sent out an email to everyone looking for some coverage for my hours this weekend. On Monday, I sent an email to my boss basically begging him to help me find someone to cover my hours. Today, I get an email back from him…Nope, sorry, no one is available to take any of your hours. Really? Now I’m screwed because I can’t even call in with everyone knowing I need off. We are fucking moving this weekend and I won’t be there to help. My husband will have to do pretty much everything. Thanks, coworkers.
And it’s not spelled “viola” either, I see that a lot. Makes me stabby.
Thanks for the get-warm advice everyone! I’ve wondered about the thyroid issue, but right now with no job and no insurance I can’t go to the doctor unless I’m dying. I do plan on getting it checked out eventually.
Unless you really need the money, I’d stop covering others’ shifts. People tend to take advantage and it’s time to let them know it isn’t going to happen anymore. In other words, you should always have “plans” when someone asks for shift coverage.
Send out another email blast.
Don’t ask for anybody to cover your hours, though. Ask them to show up and help your husband with the moving.
I hate my job.
I suck. I’m sorry. I know how lucky I am to have a job. It was a hard-won job and I’m not going to just up and quit. But I don’t like my co-workers very much. I hate working in restaurants and only do it because that’s where I have experience and so restaurants will hire me. But I hate it. I work evenings, so I feel like nearly 100% of my time is taken up either working or in a state of anxious dread over going to work- watching the clock constantly to make sure I still have time.
I am looking for other jobs. I never stopped. Figured at first that I’d get a supplemental job to help me get back on my feet, but I think I’m going to look to quit this one.
Try calling people out individually. “Hey Pete, can you cover my shift?” means he has to actually say he can’t and possibly come up with a reason why rather than just ignoring it and hoping someone else steps up.
This is why my friend/coworker stopped trading shifts with other coworkers who needed someone to work for them. She’d take shifts from other people when they needed it, but no one would switch with her when she needed it.
My mini-rant: I’m not much of a girly-girl and I’m not into hanging around with big groups of chattering women, hugging and crying and squealing.
Therefore, those Komen commercials, “walk for the cause” or whatever they call it are exactly calculated to make me lunge for the remote. The groups of women dressed in pink behave like the school spirit and cheerleading squad from my high school, who I disliked intensely.
Afterwards I feel guilty for my attitude: it’s lose/lose.
Pitting Chase bank: I really appreciated the text warning me that someone had spent $60 from my checking account, and a request to reply to authorize or reject it. What didn’t I appreciate?
First of all, the payment was made on the 10th and they waited until the afternoon of the 14th to warn me. Way to be proactive.
How about the vague statement that it was “at a video game arcade”? Actually, it was an online payment to a video game company, which I did make. But I double-checked to make sure there wasn’t another payment for the same amount the same day just because of how confusing they were.
When I got home, I checked my E-mail and discovered that they then e-mailed (not texted) me with requests to authorize three more highly suspicious charges…
- $10 to the Chicago Transit Authority to refill my transit card - the CTA has charged my card before, so that’s normal, and this was an automated payment request triggered by me using it that morning and my stored transit card balance dropping below $10.
- About $16 at the Chipotle near the train station, where I’ve gone maybe every other month for a year or so and paid by debit card.
- A $40 ATM withdrawal. From a Chase ATM. Located in my workplace, where I’ve worked for 10 years and made many many many ATM transactions.
:smack: I’d almost suggest that they questioned it because they were worried about the big transaction, but they ignored a few transactions in between and just questioned what I’d done that day and the night before.
teela brown: Get a DVR and record everything. No more commercials = no more guilt. 
If you still have some residual guilt, look up “pinkwashing”. If I recall, there was also a thread about it sometime last year.
One of Bill’s lures to get me to move to Houston is that the internet connection is fab. He’s right, its great.
It took moving here for me to realize that the reason I keep crashing in beta games is because their servers can’t handle the traffic. :smack:
Yesterday I discovered this “networking place for women”, womenalia. I thought it might be worth a look but…
it’s all PINK. And it touts itself as a professional networking place yet half the site appears to be devoted to “taking care of yourself” (translates to “be thinner”, “use cosmetics”, “woo”) and “taking care of your family” (“cooking and cleaning”) tips. And did I say it’s PINK? (Even though the code calls that color magenta?) I’m allergic to pink! And to ribbons! And lace! I already had an engineer’s tastes at three months, damnit, get this PINK off my face! hyperventilates
A while back, one of my friends was recently discharged from the USMC and wanted to get his ear pierced. I rode to the mall with him, both of us in full leather, chains and guns and full biker mode.
When we got to the mall, we went to the place that had cool jewelry and asked about getting his ear pierced. The clerk suggested that we go to Clair’s for that.
I am a very bad person, so we walked to the other side of the mall and found the pink store which was of course full of teenagers.
When my big, bad, Marine biker friend looked in the store, he stopped in his tracks, staggered back a step and then looked at me and blurted out something like “maybe we should come back when its not so busy. and pink.”