My roommie and house-owner called the gas company thurs in regards to a possible gas leak. They came out Fri but had to shut off gas, which means no heat. No hot water. Fri - everything fixed, but now city has to inspect and give the ok to turn back on. Holiday weekend - long, cold weekend with no heat and hot water. It’s Tues and I am sitting in the house waiting for the freakin city people to show up to turn the heat back on DAMNIT! Besides - this cool, cloudy/rainy weather is really makin my wrist HURT LIKE HELL!
AND… I forgot my adapter for my laptop so I cant watch a movie AND be on the puter at the same time - too far to retrieve adapter from SO’s
City peeps - hurry your ass up and get the fuckin heat back on - 5 days is long enough to go without! Granted, I’m in Texas but that doesnt mean that the NE area is warm and cozy year around!
Fucking pediatrician! They’re fucking “booked up” for their WALK-IN emergency visits this morning! Um…what?! HellOOOOooooo: micropreemie, wheezing?! No dice, don’t bring her in yet, she might catch something secondary in the waiting room. Go to the ER or wait. So we’ll have to wait a few hours until we can see someone. Luckily, the nebulizer made it easier to breathe, but the poor thing is a ball full of yellow snot, just lying here feeling miserable.
Listen bitch, I know a Coach bag. Your auction said, and I quote, “COACH bag, Beautiful! NeW wItH TaGs” (that stupid print should have alerted me). The rest of your auction went on and on about the COACH bag, COACH!! COACH!! COACH!!111oneoneone. Don’t fucking tell me after I win the auction that well, it might be fake but you were up front because you didn’t put the word ‘authentic’ in the auction. Really now? It’s also so funny how the bag delivered is NOT the bag in the (now pulled) auction. Oh yeah I understand how “sometimes busy sellers forget to change the pictures” in their auctions. Now I have to spend more money returning this POS fake to you, while you feign ignorance of the fact that the bag is fake.
I really should be thankful, it’s the first fake I’ve run into, but still what a fucking hassle.
Dear Customer;
When you make changes on your cheque, you have to initial them. Think about it; do you really want me to change your cheques any way I want, without your knowledge? “Okay, we’ll just bump that amount up to $2000.00, and make the payee ME!!!” Yes, I could still read it - that isn’t the point.
And if you live in Quebec, sometimes you’re gonna get stuff in French. Deal.
And a note to my own damn self: Having a Ph.D. will not protect you when you’re stupid enough to open decades-old expired volatile chemicals without eye protection. You were damn lucky that you had pulled the fume hood’s shield down, otherwise you’d have phenol all over your face as well as your arms. And it was equally pure dumb luck that you had the water running already. Helping the lab staff clean up the dark old corners of the lab: Good example. Doing so in a hazardous manner that does no credit to your extensive training: Poor form.
If anyone’s interested, I got away with some first degree burns on my arms and a HUGE splatter of phenol all over the inside of the fume hood’s shield – directly in line with my face and eyes! Gack.
I pit my boss. I love her, really I do. But if she doesn’t keep telling me that she’s going to get stuff for me to print and then not doing it, I’m going to go nuts.
I’m bored. I’ve already checked all my messageboards / LJs at least twice, finished coloring some art, and thought about actually typing up something and / or posting to my LJ (sue me, I’m in an icky mood)
Well fuck, our furnace has died. And it’s going down to -11 Celcius tonight. I’m already freezing and it’s only gone down to 19 degrees so far. Wonderful.
Is there an emergency repair number you can call? If not, any nearby friends or family who’ll lend you a couch for the night?
Yeah, but none of them could entice me (who didn’t really want to do the college thing anyway) enough to seem worthwhile. And the Annapolis campus is too damn close to home: I decided that if I was going to go to college, I was getting as far away as I possibly could. And I really do like Santa Fe, actually - it’s just that day or two of transition that kills me (well, and the perpetual nosebleeds, but those happen anywhere, just a bit more at altitude).
Hey Asshole Bastard telemarketing company who calls me once a week with a pre-recorded message implying my credit card bill’s late only to attempt to sell me stuff but won’t give me your name, address or number,
I spoke to the police around here. The next time you motherfuckers go into the pre-recorded spiel then send me to some dick who acts like I’m crazy every time I ask to be put on the do not call list I’m going to *57 your ass. I’ve been told that if I fill out a report with the police and then hit *57 the phone company has to give me your info. You’re getting fined, you selfish suckers. People like you should personally have to apologize to each and every single person you annoy.
Self, why didn’t you write down due dates for your online class when you printed off the syllabus last week? Now you’re two assignments behind and you already got a C from this prof last semester. GET. YOUR. ACT. TOGETHER. AND. MAKE. A. SCHEDULE.
Self, why are you afraid of dealing with people? You are always afraid of dealing with people! You have what might be the opportunity of a lifetime in front of you, and you are afraid! Arrgghh!!!
Hell if I know. I could call the landlord but the only answer that I’ll get is “We’ll call somebody to look at that tomorrow”. It’s not a huge problem at this point – the temperature has only dropped one degree C over the course of the day.
Only first degree burns? Man, my old PI really oversold the dangers of phenol spills. Maybe for good reason but still… “YOUR SKIN WILL MELT THE FUCK OFF” is a little terrifying when you’re just starting out in the wonderful world of molecular biology.
Speaking of which.
Dear current PI. I am on a rotation. I have three months (well now two) to generate enough data to wow everyone else in my program during rotation talks. I need you to help me come up with something. PLEASE I AM FREAKING OUT HERE. I LIKE WORKING UNTIL 10 PM EVERY NIGHT BUT I NEED WORK TO DO! I CAN’T TWEAK THIS PROTOCOL ANY MORE AND CALL IT RESEARCH!
ETA: The sad part is, in a month I will be screaming the exact opposite rant. But what’s the point of being a grad student if you can’t whine?
What do you mean other colleges? There’s a St. John’s College back east, in Annapolis, which has plenty of air, water, and no level ground. (Two out of three ain’t bad.)
–Commasense, A '84.
Here’s my minirant: when the time comes, why the heck can’t I remember any of the dozens of things I’m always telling myself I’m going to put in the next minirant thread I see?
ETA: I guess I should have read a little further in the thread where NinjaChick explains. :smack:
Lady, you teach psychology. In all areas you seem perfecty intelligent and well read, if a bit conservative, but really, we use all of our brains. We aren’t “looking at different research”, we don’t have to gently respect each others’ opinions that are carefully drawn from contradicting, but well-established research. There is no evidence to support your claim. Your opinion is wrong.
A classmate called you on it–he mentioned PET scans indicate every area of the brain being active. I said that the brain, as the single largest calorie drain in the body, would have been trimmed down long ago by evolution if 90% of it was just taking up space. Do you remember when you learned about the brain? You seem to know a lot, you know what the occipital lobe does, the role of the amygdala and god knows what else–don’t you think it…odd that the HUGE GIGANTIC “doesn’t do shit” portion of the brain was glossed over in every book you read?
I hope you were just trying to save face in front of your students and you silently know that you’re wrong. But seriously–I can’t believe someone with as much training in the field as you is spouting this bullshit.
Thanks for pouring water in the otherwise dry parking lot just to see how fast it will freeze. Thanks again for pouring it in my 75-year-old father’s parking spot right where he stands when he gets in and out of his car. Fearing he might forget it was there and slip on it, I went out there this afternoon with some salt, only to find you’ve poured more water about a foot away. Why don’t you use your own freakin’ doorstep for your frickin’ ice experiments? I’d rather risk you breaking a hip than have my Dad do it. Scumbag!
**WhyNot, ** I’m sorry your baby is so sick. My best wishes go out to you in hopes she’s on the road to recovery very soon. (((Hugs)))
