Gah - I think I’m fighting a cold. I’m fighting hard, because we’re driving seven hours for my mom’s 70th birthday party on Friday - I really don’t want to be sick this weekend. I just had my big glass of vitamin C juice, and now I will have a hot tea with honey and another tylenol. Think healthy thoughts for me, please!
:: Hands out hugs, chocolate, vitamins, alcohol, good thoughts, ect as needed. ::
Dammit vent in my ceiling, you used to be cool. Well, not you but your predecessor. When I wanted it opened, one little part was rolled forward, closed, that same part was rolled back. Now, with the current vent its push the whole damn thing up, pull the whole damn thing down. Worse part? I can’t do it, I have to ask someone to do it and with our standard crazy weather. Its 80 degrees today! Tonight it’ll be close to 30 degrees! Tomorrow? Spin the wheel and guess! It gets pushed up and down a lot which is aggravating everyone. Yes, I should be proactive and see if I can find a different one, but people who know about these things have told me this is whats out there and I’m stuck. Pfft.
Flatlined, you left Houston to soon! Its rodeo time! Cows, lots of cows all in one place and not just any cows but show cows! You could actually shame Bill into wearing a cowboy hat just for your very own funzies! Actually I knew a show cow once and he seemed kind of … nuts. He would just stand there and drool and I always had the feeling that when he looked at certain people he was going … I’m not sure but you could be food … let’s find out. I hung out with the ponies, they looooved me. 
Wouldn’t a show cow be a she? :dubious:
I hate people who say “don’t cry” to those who are crying, “don’t get mad” to those who are ready to bite chunks off the walls and “don’t worry” to those who are worried.
If I don’t find today who the bloody fuck has to sign my timesheet, I don’t get paid. If I don’t get paid because one of the middlemen couldn’t be arsed find out who within their organization had to sign my timesheet, I am going to go from ‘worried’ to ‘fuck you’.
You’re right Nava, that was a show bull. They have both show bulls & show cows at the rodeo. I was just going with the generic cow for both like when one uses horse for both male and female. Thursday should not post when sleepy, but sleepy makes her loquacious. :smack:
Also, don’t worry Nava, everything will work out, pats shoulder. :: Flings chocolate into the air whilst making a mad dash to safety. :: 
Really, that stinks though. I’d be happy to make ugly faces at the doofus who is messing with your monies. Also, no nail polish for them! Even ugly nail polish (which can always be made to look awesome).
jumps to grab chocolate tossed by tomorrow, or maybe week from tomorrow Thank you.
The signer has been found. The invoice has been sent. My BP has gone down to normal levels. Phew.
God-motherfucking-dammit, now I’m going to start having to hide the cans of tuna in my room, too. AND my peanut butter. Thanks mooching roommates who can’t be arsed to go to the grocery store for themselves! I really love having to buy six cans of tuna twice in two weeks! By the way, weren’t you supposed to buy me another jar of peanut butter yesterday? What happened to that? :mad:
I really appreciate this couple letting me stay with them while I get back on my feet but oh my lord in heaven do I have a rant I need to get out about them. Couple of them, actually.
I’m beginning to think the universe wants to see my blood this week. Usually when I’m klutzy or get injured its just aches and bruises (some nasty bruises the last time) but this week? Blood and more blood!
First it was the knife on Sunday, last night it was a teensy piece of glass that somehow hid in my bedroom right by my bed and bit my toe as I was trying to climb into said bed. I felt it bite and tumbled myself into my bed so I wouldn’t hurt it more, I thought it was a stone (Velociraptor loves tiny stones and always managed to bring them in as fast as I can sweep them out). Well when I went to see what it was I grabbed a teensy tiny piece of glass! I have no idea where it came from, I haven’t broken any glass in my room and none in months in the kitchen, I have laminate flooring so it couldn’t have been hiding in the carpet for me to step just right. Where did it come from? I didn’t bleed much this time, but it was enough I put on a bandage so I wouldn’t muck up my sheets overnight.
Really universe? Can we please stop with inanimate objects biting me?
Oh, and I hope the cold fighting goes well for all those under attack.
Oh, my favorite rant…I was outraged at something similar, my doctor prescribed an eardrop for a chronically itchy ear canal. I had filled it through my insurance a few times then due to a mistake I was billed by the insurance company for the cost of the medicine less the co-pay. That was when I found these eardrops were costing the insurance company $250 for a quarter ounce bottle. The ingredients…cortisone and acetic acid ( white vinegar ).
Nothing else. The scam goes like this…the pharma company selects a simple prescription medication, one that has been on the market for years. They claim that since these medicines predate the FDA they have never been properly tested and evaluated.
So the pharma company spends 10 grand or so to run some tests and make official recommedations for dosages. In exchange, they get a license to price gouge the users of that medication for 7 years. At least I can make my own eardrops with white vinegar and cortisone cream…but some of these simple medications are eveery important to the people that take them and sometimes the pharma company raises the price by more than 5000%.
I am happy to relate that I found a fragrance-free soap with the exact same ingredients on Etsy, 2 bars for $3, plus $3 postage. Not pharmaceutical grade, but I inquired about the things that concern me and I am satisfied with the thorough and informative response.
The Universe has just called and asked me to inform you that if contains a wide variety of animate life forms, if you prefer them…
I really do not understand how people can talk so much. Right now a coworker of mine has been talking steadily for forty minutes. I have no idea if the other people even want to hear her or not. I’ve put in my headphones out of desperation but I can still her her voice, droning on and on and on and on…it’s like a subtle form of torture. Don’t you have any work to do? And if not, I can give you some work! Can’t you at least talk softer. The worst thing is she’s hanging out in the doorways so I can hear her all the way down the hall…if she just went into the office and sat down I wouldn’t be able to hear her nearly as well. SHUT UP.
I’d actually prefer no biting unless by consent. Can I get that?
My hands look horrible right now between the knife slice and velcro an paper cuts (somehow I also managed to scratch myself deep enough to scab over on the velcro on my jacket last week).
They are still talking!
Last week on street sweeping day, I venture out to move the Spinymobile, only to be encountered with a flat tire. Not one to let that bring me down, I don manly leather gloves and set about my work with jack, lug nuts etc.
Just as I’m pulling off the wheel, a person rolls across the intersection behind me in an open car. Apparently, somebody having a flat tire is the comical highlight of his day - whatever, small minds find glee in small things, right? But having a giggle or indeed a laugh isn’t enough - he proceeds to yell “HA HA HA” as he crosses the intersection. It appears to have been paramount for him to make certain I knew he was the sort of character who finds enjoyment in the bad luck of others. I am still puzzled by that one.
Thanks. {cough, sniff}
And then you started changing the tire. 
That is weird. I often laugh at people getting tickets (my usual song is, “You’re getting a ticket, and I’mmmmm nooooo-ooooot”), but not at people who have breakdowns.
Grab a few tasks that you can plausibly assert are best handled by them individually and start passing them out. Make them think it’s necessary to avert a crisis.
And still talking…
I can’t assign them tasks, I’m not in that kind of position and there really aren’t any tasks that are urgent. Like I said, I don’t care if they DO talk, I just wish they would keep it down.
Sorry to hear that.
Got a laptop you can take to the break room?