I was so tempted to go with “AGH! Is That A Cymbal Monkey?” but I went with this instead. 
Update on my Off Her Rocker student who filed a complaint against me because I corrected her when she was wrong:
I had to have a meeting with the Dean to defend myself against the heinous accusation of actually teaching! And although the Dean admitted the complaint was bogus, my requests to have obviously-ridiculous complaints dismissed was met with a stone wall of “procedure requires that we investigate all complaints. Otherwise, students are denied their due process.”
I got to see the complaint. The student said that my feedback (correcting her when she was wrong) was bullying her. BULLYING. HER.
Christ.
Wait a second, as a teacher, you were trying to teach? What the hell were you thinking?
Yeah, not enough roll-eyes in the world for this level of stupidity coupled with ball-lessness.
ETA: I mean your administration, not you.
If by some slim chance Off Her Rocker does make it into Nursing school, and if by some even slimmer chance manages to graduate, she is in for a very rude awakening. She hasn’t seen bullying until she’s worked with a cranky charge nurse, and complaints will only make things worse. “Nurses eat their young” isn’t just a catchphrase. I can’t imagine why such a special snowflake (emphasis on the “flake”) would want to go into nursing in the first place, unless she thinks she can catch a doctor…
In case anyone remembers my silly rant about the soda cup lids, I got a reply from the concessions general manager today. I LOATHE being lied to. “Lids are available and will continue to be part of the guest experience.” Oh, really? Then where are they? There haven’t been any on my side of the arena and I’m damned if I’m going to walk to the other side for one.
“Guest experience.” What a fucking joke. I saved the e-mail and will contine the saga if there are no lids available on my side of the arena this Friday.
“part of the guest experience”… man, all this years knowing I hate it when there’s no TP in semi-public toilets (bars, stadiums, train stations…), and I’d never realized it’s because the absence of TP diminishes my guest experience!
I don’t know what this refers to but I’m thinking Lord of the Rings: “Ahhh, Cymbal Monkey, long has it grown on the graves of my ancestors.”
I don’t know either, but this is all I picture every time I read that phrase. Thanks a lot Mr King!
Is this better?
It’s a reference to the last post from the previous mini-rants thread, Ludovic.
Have I bitched before about how they’re handing out driver’s licenses like candy? Yes? No? I don’t care! I’m doing it again! Three people in the span of fifteen or twenty minutes:
- SUV lady doing her damndest to change lanes and get behind a car that’s obviously about to turn. It’s got its blinkers on and is slowing down, and she’s got HER blinkers on, slowing down even more to get riiiiiiight behind it … and then honks and flips the other driver the bird when he slowed way down to make his right turn onto a narrow street and she came within a hair’s breath of rear-ending him.
WTF lady? She kept going straight, so it’s not like she neeeeeded to get into that lane immediately for a turn of her own.
OK, so that one wasn’t directly a danger to me personally (I was waiting to turn out from another side road and watched the whole thing unfold in front of me) but the next two were:
- curly-haired older lady going twenty fucking miles under the speed limit (already a death wish in the DFW area) using one hand to hold a cell phone to her ear and the other hand to hold both the wheel and a piece of paper. As I passed her with the others* it was clear she was reading off the paper into the phone.
- She was in the center lane. Picture Moses parting the rushing waters of the sea and you’ll have some idea of what traffic was doing around her obstacle-making slow ass.
- dude driving a big ol’ something-or-other swiveled ALL THE WAY AROUND in the seat to swat ineffectually at the empty air in front of the kids in the seat behind him. At least he was doing the speed limit …
A hearty “fuck you” to all those people. After navigating that crap, then, I get to work to find our team is completely and totally swamped and my manager’s response was merely “I guess we’re all going to have to work more hours.”
Fuck ALL y’all bitches! FUUUUUCK!
Ok, that’s better. Won’t see me around the Dope anymore today - things are just way too motherfucking hectic for that nonsense. I’ll be lucky to stuff some food down my craw and make it down the hallway to pee before I wet myself on a day like this.
ETA: oh, and it’s my MIL’s birthday today, so we’re all going to dinner tonight. Not that I mind - she’s sweet, not the stereotype at all - but I’m going to be in a stressed-out mood, not to mention the insinuations about staying even later than we all already have been here at the office.
Well, after ranting about my local pottery studio, I’ve got new clay and some new glazes and a new outlook - I think I’ll be able to use the studio for firing only, and that will probably be a good thing. They gave me the impetus to get moving on glazing at home, so yay for them, I guess.
I guess that was an anti-rant.
Ahhh, Texas, the state of bipolar driving. Friendly in the boonies, murder in the metropolis. The only place where drivers cut you off in the left hand lane more than Florida.
**1) **I have an appointment at the Library of Congress in March to see four movies for my new project. I have two friends (at least I *thought *they were friends) in D.C., and neither of them has offered me a sofa for those nights, so I will have to pay a fortune for a hotel. I didn’t actually *ask *them; I said, “I’ll be in town, let’s do dinner,” and mentioned that “the librarian recommended the Capitol Suites, do you know of any other good, cheap hotels?” Which is where one of them was *supposed *to say, “Don’t be silly, of *course *you’ll stay with me!” or even, “I’d ask you to stay with me, but [insert lame excuse here].” Nothing. Maybe Barak and Michelle would put me up . . . I just won’t mention that I voted for Hillary . . .
**2) **Same project: I applied for a $25,000 grant from the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences (they give out two a year). Got the raspberries from them last night.
ETA and by that I mean that in Florida, drivers will swerve around and cut you off in the left hand lane even if you are tailing the car in front of you at around 2 car lengths. In Texas, they’re so competitive that they will try to ease in even into physically impossible spaces. At 75 MPH.
“Competitive.” That’s a good word for it. Put on your blinker and the guy over and behind you will speed up just for the sheer joy of blocking you. I’m not kidding - once this happened when I had a turn coming up and not only was I running late, I knew the area well enough to know that a) there wasn’t an alternate route and b) making a U-turn or a left-and-a-left-and-a-left or anything else wasn’t a possibility coming up. The asshat passed me as I was banging my steering wheel in frustration and actually pointed and laughed at me. 
I came back in only to say this. (It really belongs in the workplace thread but I felt like I had to explain why I came back here after swearing I wouldn’t.) Someone at work emailed me a photo I needed but it’s too small for our template. I wrote back with our usual blah-blah response for that situation asking for a new photo in such-and-such size.
He sends me …
… a blurry-ass blown-up version. :rolleyes: Dude, if I wanted crap like that I could have dragged the edges out myself. I asked you for a NEW photo, dummy. Not a completely unusable blur of colors and vague shapes.
This. She watched too much General Hospital growing up.
When in March, dear? I might be able to provide.
Oh, that’s sweet, dear, but I am not barging in on total strangers–it’s not so much the hotel rates, it’s that two friends never thought to say “come stay with me!” or even offer half-assed excuses.
“rock 'n roll martian…rock 'n roll martian…”
Hey, neighborhood Adonis: I know you think you’re too pretty to speak to us common folk while jogging through the neighborhood, but you’re going to find yourself in a very unpretty condition if you continue jogging at night in dark clothing. :mad: Why weren’t you using the nicely maintained sidewalk???
Very mini rant of the day:
I have one of those massive, subterranian zits on my chin. It’s too deep to pop, and it hurts like hell. I’m 30-something years old, I shouldn’t still be dealing with zits!!
Dear restaurants and large-scale bakeries: PLEASE stop adding milk to your recipes that were formerly milk-free. We lost two this week; Aunt Millie’s breads used to be safe, now even some of the whole wheat varieties have had milk added. It’s a good thing I like to bake because it’s getting harder and harder to find any baked goods with no milk.
The other is really disappointing; our favorite local Thai place bothered sweetie the last time we ate there so we specifically asked about the curry we ordered the other day.
“I can’t have any cow’s milk. No milk, no cream, butter, cheese…is there any milk added to the coconut milk for the curry?”
“Let me go check.” <returns a couple minutes later> “So, is half & half OK then?”
:smack: “Absolutely not.” (Aside: Do we really have to start rattling off a list of EVERY SINGLE DAIRY PRODUCT IN EXISTENCE in order to get a useful answer?)
So we ended up ordering something else. Which ended up giving him trouble later anyway. Another good restaurant bites the dust.