I am just getting done with my 4 weeks on the boat, and don’t have much to complain about… but here we go.
To the large guy with the attitude who likes to talk big about me doing work that isn’t party of my job description: Grow up. I don’t mind helping out, and if I’m not busy, I’m more than glad to lend a hand. But the way you talk to me is inappropriate and rude. I’m not your bitch, so don’t treat me like it. Others agree.
To the rest of the crew who complain about the food: grow up. The food is great. Sometimes there might not be your favorite entree, but the crew works hard to make unique meals 4 times a day, so appreciate it. You all bitch too much about the food. Thank you to the one guy I have actually heard say “thank you” to the cooking staff since I’ve been here.
That’s all for now. Happy Thanksbitching everyone!
IT’S NOT SNOWING!!! I saw a few clouds far off in the distance…or maybe that was just Phoenix smog, but I’ve lost the bet! I’m going to have to pay everyone off tomorrow morning
Mortgage will be late, I’m worried about the utilities, I can’t find wooden nickles anywhere.
And I didn’t get any trick or treaters. I didn’t expect any, but I did have my lights on and Twix bars just in case. I guess I’ll just have to take them to work and feed them to SG.
That is the worst. I remember during my first year of teaching I lost my voice entirely for a couple days, and the students had to read all my instructions on the board and they were very understanding. When you have a profession that relies almost entirely on your voice, throat and coughing problems are just the worst. You work in a call center right, Chimera? Do you have to constantly mute the phone whenever you are about to cough, or constantly apologize to the customers? That must be tough :\
The weather has turned cooler so all of my joints are stiff and achy. Notice I said cooler and not cold? It’s not cold yet and I’m already in pain. Fuck off, Winter. Just don’t even show up this year.
Being the first house in the entrance to my neighborhood, it was nice seeing all the people come in, park their cars, and get out with their kids so they can trick or treat.
It was especially nice as I made sure those kids got gum, instead of candy bars. That way I can trick and treat them.
And WTF is it with parents bringing their infants trick or treating? Isn’t there some sort of social code that says the kid should at least be able to walk, or eat candy (or solids for that matter) before going out begging for junk food?
Its the shame and groveling that I dread tomorrow. I stopped by the bank and got new shiny nickles to hand out. sighs…there goes my retirement.
Butbutbut…winter is when all the invading plants stop blooming. The time when I can actually breath!!!
I should probably put this in the workplace ranting thread, but my connection sucks and I have cats helping and I’m lazy.
The ladies who work in the microfilm department like to cook. They also watch their weight, so will send their creations to the warehouse, because we eat anything.
These are very talented cooks. Today, for Halloween, we got some carrotcake cupcakes with that wonderful sour cream frosting, chocolate cupcakes with chocolate chips at the bottom and filled with pumpkin cream cheese, more chocolate frosting, some hand made white chocolate with walnuts and cranberries, along with some dark chocolate with other goodies.
Enough sugar to keep everyone in the county buzzed.
The people who work in the warehouse are the Mail lady and her minions. She is on a strict diet and her minions never actually do more than pick up the mail and do things with it. They never eat any of the treats. There is me. I have lost my magical ability to eat anything and not gain weight. There is SG who says he’s diabetic.
So, what I did was take the treats with me and hand them out, along with giving credit to the makers. I did ask SG if he wanted anything before I took it away. SG said he only wanted the veggy tray because he’s diabetic.
Between the time I asked him what he wanted and when I packed up to go, half of the cupcakes were gone. He was digging around in the break area for baggies for the candy, but when I offered him one and hung around, he said it was just because he wanted to keep the carrots fresh.
Then, while I was gone, he called up the microfilm ladies and whined that he didn’t get to taste their delicious cooking because I took it away.
Dear brain, telling me that you are sleepy and wish to sleep is great. Telling me that you are sleepy and wish to sleep, but then refusing to fall asleep while I lie there begging for the sweet oblivion of sleep is bullshit. Plus, it’s mean.
The whole four hours of sleep in the last 36 is just no fun at all. I’m going to go to bed now, and I swear to Og, if you don’t go to sleep, I’m coming after you with a Q-tip.
Fuck Charter Communications/Ashford digital sideways with a zombie.
My favorite month of the year is October because of all the cheesy horror movies that get put on, and all the oddball mockumentaries on supernatural stuff. I love the immense event that is Ghost Hunters live halloween show, which I didn’t get to see because there was no signal from SyFy at all from 6 pm on. Try back later my fucking ass.
I had to watch the live camera feed on the website [I picked the camera from the food service area to watch] with the real documentary on the making of various horror movies on in the background.
Is it too fucking much to ask to actually GET cable signal when we PAY for cable signal? Literally every other fucking channel was transmitting and received by my cable box, including the shopping and sports and spanish channels I never watch. :mad:
Our Halloween was cut short and I am now the pariah of the neighborhood. Whee.
Note: If you would rather not have any kids come to your house, yell very loudly “Son of a bitch! Lucy, get your furry ass back here!” then spend 10 minutes hunting down your escaped cat in the dark.
Good times.
I did find her, behind the house in the corner of the fence. Luckily she didn’t realize she could have walked through the fence. I went back there, saw movement, called her name - she trotted up to me and chirped.
And a WTF? to those in the neighborhood who put out a bunch of Halloween decorations, but then left their porch lights off.
Both. I make a point to let them hear me cough at least once before explaining that if it sounds like I have them on mute, the reason is my coughing.
There’s nothing worse than some paranoid asshole who is constantly asking “are you there?” every 15 seconds while I’m on a call. Yes, I am. Stop asking so much, you’re only pissing me off. I think in 3 years, I’ve had three people who I had to lecture about that, threatening to end the call on two of them if they didn’t stop asking me that over and over. The other one figured it out and stopped.
“Ok, then I click on this, and are you there? So then this window pops up and I click ok, right? Are you there? Ok, just checking. Then what am I supposed to do? Are you there?”
Sir, I won’t be if you don’t knock that off right now.
“I’m sorry, I’m just worried because the last guy hung up on me”
Did he hang up because you wouldn’t stop asking if he was there?
Going to be another not so fun day. Just over four hours of sleep, nasty cough, stressed out over the cat and all manner of other things…
The people on my street aren’t procreating enough. I have enough leftover candy to add 5 pounds to everyone in the office. Towards the end of the night, I was grabbing handfuls of the stuff and dropping them in kid’s bags.
Trying to predict how much Halloween candy to buy each year gives me a lot of sympathy for managers who have to figure out supply chain demand.
Here’s my very minor complaint: someone changed my calendar without asking me. No one is admitting to doing it. I mean, it’s totally not a big deal in the scheme of things…I just really look forward to doing it myself! I am the person that never, ever looks ahead. If I need a date, I look carefully so I don’t accidentally see the pictures.
Besides, why do you need to actually change it? It’s not a favor to me!
I have other issues going on in my life, honestly, but this is the one i want to complain about.
Me too. We have to safeguard our tiny happinesses!
My complaint: It’s still one step forward, two steps back with my daughter’s depression. Last night, after what I thought was a perfectly good evening, I go in her room to say goodnight and find her crying. Reason: Halloween used to be special, now it’s not, and she doesn’t have any friends.
I’ve always thought I was pretty objective about my kids, but I just don’t understand why no one on earth seems to like my daughter but me. She’s pretty and smart and polite, I swear to Og.
I’d much rather see a stroller with a baby in a pumpkin costume than a 15-year-old wearing a garbage bag and a hand-lettered sign that says “white trash,” both of whom I gave candy to last night.
And thirded on changing my own calendar! I want a whole month’s worth of anticipation before I see next month’s dog pictures!
I’m sure I must be misunderstanding, but we are being told we have to widen the bathroom door to be ADA compliant. The problem is, it will then be wider than the front door. Which they say is already compliant.
After four years of getting NO trick-or-treaters at all, we’ve stopped buying candy. So last night I turned out the lights so any stray kids would know not to come not our door. That’s how kids know, right? That’s what WE used to go by.
But noooooooooooo…all night long, groups of hopeful kids banged on the door. And our dogs LOVE the door! It means people coming in to love on them! Roo-ROO-roo roor rowr! Rawf! Snort! They meant no harm, but they could NOT understand why I wouldn’t open the door and let them jump on little kids and lick them! So the dogs kept barking and wriggling and running back and forth.
Each batch of kids seemed to be in no hurry to leave, however; they lingered in case the door might yet open. What happened to kids who would run away when scary dogs bark? Maybe they heard the dogs’ barks get interrupted when I was (almost silently) trying to hush them up, and decided someone might be coming to the door after all?
Look, we have pit bulls. The irony is that they love everyone they meet – it would never have occurred to them to be mean to strangers at the door. Their barking was only to alert the pack, and then in frustration that I was making them wait sooooo long to see the “visitors.” But because of the media-driven scare, a lot of people are scared of pit bulls these days. People are passing laws against them in some places. It sucks.
And so we come to the final irony: what’s the point of having “scary” dogs that everyone’s worried about if you can’t even run some kids off your doorstep?
It’s a Thanksbitching miracle!
