Hey, did you know Justin Bieber got a haircut? I heard it on my regular six o’clock news. One of the signs of the apocalypse, I believe.
Inter Alia, that really was a dick move. Maybe he was trying to save himself buying a present - dicks do stuff like that.
Ok, it’s very minor, but that’s why we’re all here, right?
It bugs me that the number of new email messages Yahoo! says I have is always one more than how many I actually have.
I bet you’re forgetting to check your SECRET* mail folder.
Shhhh. That one’s for my email from the NSA.
I hate that my eardrum ruptured tonight. I like that the ear pain has diminished considerably but I hate that I have blood and pus trickling out of my ear and I will DEFINITELY miss more work than planned.
Fuck.
I now have a name for the people who moved in one door down from me a few months ago: The Braying Jackasses. Apparently, in their little world, it’s perfectly all right to stand on your back porch at 2 a.m. on a Sunday night laughing loud enough to shake the paint off the walls because you’re having a birthday party. It’s even better when it’s the first night that it’s nice enough to leave the windows open to let in the fresh air.
For more middle-of-the-night fun, this is the second night in a row that I’ve managed to sleep weird on my left arm so that the whole arm falls asleep and wakes me up with unimaginably painful pins-and-needles when I roll over and release the pressure. :smack:
… yes, New Temp. Outlook shows a little popup in the corner of your screen, temporarily, letting you know you have a new email. I don’t have ESP or secret magic powers.
Great God almighty.
Oh why did you go tell her? Think how you could have her in complete awe of you and your secret magic powers. That would have to be good for half a day of giggles, now wouldn’t it?
Why have I spent my life spending a ton of money on bad-smelling commercial bathroom cleaners that don’t work worth a shit, when it turns out that a paste of baking soda and dish soap does an AWESOME job on fixtures, smells great, and requires almost no elbow grease? Frack. I’ve been getting sweaty for no reason.
Oh well, I know better going forward.
Also, the green kitchen scrubbing pads do a better job of removing soap scum from your shower or tub than ANY product you will ever buy. It does require a bit of scrubbing, but IT WORKS.
I fucking hate that every single person arguing in favor of Scott Walker is spewing nothing but misinformation, ignorance, and lies.
Obviously this guy had at least a few good things going for him, since he was the one to actually take the first step to break it off. But just hold that immaturity firmly in your mind every time you start to regret the relationship being over. Just repeat it as many times as you have to until your brain finally gives in and concedes that you truly are better off. Best of luck finding someone more deserving. 
Psh, they don’t use email. You just come home and there’s an unsigned note on your kitchen table.
Gross gross gross gross gross gross.
Post pictures.
HA!
I love that.
See, what’s beautiful about the baking soda/dish soap combo is that I didn’t even have to scrub. Scum just screams and melts. It’s awesome.
Unfortunately it’s winter, so my husband’s shower isn’t as grotty as usual. That will be the ultimate test.
I’d say she’s giving us temps a bad name, but she sounds about average for a temp. I show up on time, I show up day after day, I can work a computer and take directions - I’m like the superstar of the temp world.
I remembered my gripe from yesterday - we went to see an NHL hockey game yesterday (free tickets! Yay!), and it was frickin’ BORING, yet we had a full house in the stadium. Lacrosse games on the other hand hardly pull a crowd at all, and we are probably going to lose our NLL lacrosse team this year due to lack of support (and, I suspect, poor management, but that’s another rant), and I much prefer watching lacrosse to hockey because it’s so much more fast and fun. So, to sum up, hockey boring and well-supported, lacrosse fun and probably done here. :mad:
Y’know, if you can talk them into going back to using the severed heads of your enemies for balls, you might be able to save the program…
Yes, sweetie, when you make text into a hyperlink, it makes the text a color. However, considering the fact that the *entirety of your job *consists of uploading files to websites and creating links to those docs, I shouldn’t have had to point this out to you *a full week *into your time here.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to keep my baffled impatience out of my voice when I help her, but since I didn’t hire her it’s not really my place to point out how unqualified she is, and plus I don’t feel like creating hostility with someone I work with.
Jesus, what the hell does she have on the hiring manager that she got this job?!?!
There is nothing to see except a collection of nasty gunk soaked cotton balls.
Which are in the waste bin, so umm, no.
If anything really funky shows up the next time I change the cotton I will send a picture if that will make your truly happy.
I understand the fascination we dopers have with this, I really do, but there is nothing to see unless you have an otoscope. I wish I could see inside my own ear I bet it is very nasty. It might look likethis except my outer ear isn’t all crusty/scaly like in the bottom picture.
For more fun pix Google “Otitis media with effusion”.
Pardon my ignorance – but if the eardrum is punctured, does that mean you can’t hear in that ear?
And, does it heal over or something in time?