And mine is acting like a baby. Men do too have PMS.
I hate walking on egg shells in my own home, but that’s what I’m doing. I have to go to work on a MONDAY! with the added stress of a stupid argument over a joke that has us not speaking to each other. Grrrr. Being single is looking very attractive this morning. :mad:
Well, I tried the vaseline on the paw for Katy Cat last night. She threw up the vaseline, threw up her dinner, but she also pooped for the first time in three days. Now she’s actually interested in food again. We’ll see. I’m getting sick of cleaning up her puked-up dinner and changing the newspaper around her catbox.
I’m a fucking moron for accepting the requests in the first place because I probably should’ve predicted that 90% of the stuff my fellow soldiers post to Facebook is drool-dribbling idiocy. Including one guy who constantly posts this unbelievably obnoxious, masturbatory bullshit about how much of a Proud American he is and how many people in the airport want to Shake the Hand of a Real American Soldier and what Noble Sacrifices he’s making in serving and I want to get on a fucking plane, fly the fuck to Colorado and punch him in the fucking testicles. Shut up, you dimwitted asshole. If some brainwashed moron thinks you should be thanked for your service, fine: politely accept it with humility and shut the fuck up about it, because your crowing makes all of us look like ungracious assholes.
(I was going to throw in ‘uncultured’, but that’s pretty much a given, seeing how the majority of American soldiers are barely-literate dimwits from Bumblefuck, Louisiana.)
(Also fuck the fucking worthless assholes in housing who think it’s somehow acceptable to assign a 19-year-old E2 to live in the same room with two 24-25-year-old E4s. Just the icing on the shitcake that is our housing situation.)
(And also, seriously, if you are that asshole who’s all “Thank you for your service”, fucking stop.)
I just now got a call: “This is the dentist’s office. You know that 4:00 appointment you have today? Can you get here at 3:00? We have a *lot *of work to get done on you.”
Curses.
NinjaChick, if it’s not going to make your head go all asplodey, do you mind clarifying a couple points for me?
Forgive my ignorance of military abbrv’s but does the E2/E4 thing mean .. what, that straight people of opposite genders sharing sleeping quarters? 
I always thought that was a nice thing to do, in an appropriate context. (As in, not chasing after them down the street to say “thanks” but if you’re already interacting and talking anyway, throw that in.) What is your objection? That it feeds the already-inflated egos of the bumblefucks?
I think the objection is to a difference in rank and age being housed together; I’m pretty sure E-2s are privates (with one stripe) and E-4/E-5 being corporals and sergeants. Not having been military myself (my dad was in the Army for a time), I’m assuming this is typically Just Not Done.
Hmmm … sounds to me like at least a little bitty bit of Vaseline went down and did its lube thang. Maybe a repeat treatment?
I think I’m becoming lactose intolerant. I can’t eat ice cream anymore without suffering some nasty gastro-intestinal stuff. It’s just ice cream too, I drink milk, eat cheese and yogurt with no ill effects. Had a milkshake at Culver’s yesterday afternoon and I had to spend a good chunk of last night in the bathroom. Sucks…
I’m buying the house we’re currently renting. Closing is set to happen at the end of October.
Of course, the company I’m working for is running out of money and might lay me off (or ask me to work on “deferred payment”) prior to the close. Or even declare bankruptcy.
I’ve thought about this a bit ( 
) and while it still makes sense to go ahead with the house purchase, the timing really, really, really sucks. If the stupid business was to go bankrupt in November, I wouldn’t give a shit.
I told my wife that I would work “for free” just so I could make it “employed” until the house closing, but I really don’t want to do that. And, as luck would have it, she and I work for the same company. However, her income ($10/hour) is far easier to replace than mine, so I’m not worried about her finding a comparable paying position.
Of course, on the business side, contracts could be signed, the financing we’ve been searching for may go through, other things could happen. But it’s looking increasingly unlikely. 
Pay grades. Also, E4 is an NCO (non-commissioned officer), whereas an E2 is, as Ferret Herder points out, a private of some sort. Unless they’re temporarily assigned to some sort of a training center for some specialized school, barracks assignments as described do seem quite inappropriate.
Of course, Ninja Chick, you could turn this to your advantage, and make the E2 run the floor buffer when you have a room inspection coming up… 
BTW, when did you join the military? I must have missed it. I’m glad you found a place to go, but a little surprised that a college graduate didn’t get fast-tracked into an officer program.
If you don’t talk to your cats about catnip, who will?
The Universe is a jealous, insane psychotic bitch.
I am being made to pay for my post about yesterday being so nice.
It’s still nice, but when I went out.
1> Four different cars in the left lane at a green light, sleeping or staring off into space while cars drive around them. Then I get up to them and they finally wake up and start to go, but you know, it would be too much to ask them to drive the speed limit or anything. And of course, the black guy with his white girlfriend driving while the stereo cranks out a song that uses the word “nigger” in every sentence has to try to be tough with me when I drive around her. Yeah, fuck you, phony assed wannabe punk who can’t even drive himself around.
2> I’m not fucking invisible. Yet I had all sorts of cars trying to merge into me, or through my space, or stop and pause behind me when I’m 1/3 of the way out of the parking spot. And then the restaurant was a nightmare of people trying to walk through me because NO ONE could be bothered to watch where they were going.
3> They moved the DMV office, apparently several months back, and no one in the area seemed to know where it moved to. I eventually found someone who knew and it was about 6 miles away in the public library. Strangely, I had zero issues there. Got right in and out.
4> Godfather’s buffet. I walked up to get a second plateful with the same plate. Retarded cleanup girl goes nuts because I’m not using a clean plate. She keeps screaming “But he’s not LISTENING!” while the rest of the staff tries to calm her down. After I sat back down, the manager comes over, smiling and half laughing. I apologized for causing a disturbance. He laughs and says “You should see her when kids come in for lunch on a weekday. She runs around screaming “They’re supposed to be in school! They can’t be here!””
Well, ok, that last one was a bit funny.
She also walked up to a couple who had ordered a pizza, three full minutes after they got it, and tried to take it and clean up their table. Then came back five minutes later and tried to do it again.
Were the cars not moving in the left turn lane looking down, by any chance? People in Calgary have decided that texting is much more important than paying any attention to the light we’re all waiting at. I was waiting on some clown to drive straight through so I could make my left turn, but he had to just finish up his text before he could start driving (I probably could have made it through before he started, but Murphy’s Law would have him driving straight into the side of me if I tried that).
Chimera: It’s a public health code in many areas that you have to take a clean, new plate up to the buffet each trip, as that makes it more difficult for customers to transfer any infectious agents into the food in the buffet. Same reasoning behind sneeze guards and making you use tongs. Sorry to hear about your other difficulties.
Gah! Banks make me crazy! I just love how they sucker you into an account setup which seems just perfect and then 4 months later yank the rug out from under you with new rules and fees because they can’t skim as much money off merchants as they used to. Ya know, after the government had to bail their asses out as the fucked up so badly and so started adding some rules to what they could do. I know, I know - join a Credit Union. I am looking hard at that now so I can jump ship before the changes go into effect on my bank account. 2nd time I’ll be jumping in the last year. Gah! I just want to be able to have my money somewhere where I can get at it via an ATM card and do the occasional deposit without being jacked for all kinds of crazy fees-- is this too much to ask?! (From the big banks, apparently so.)
I am aware of that, and I usually do. But this is pizza, where you pick up a piece and put it on your plate. Not like I’m spooning up some beans or potatoes and then letting the spoon touch my used plate.
One actually said, “Well, I didn’t know the full story.” All you need to know about the full goddamned story is that a supervisor is shouting at you to stop a guy.
Someone needs to track down Rachel from Cardholder Services, tie her up and make her listen to five car alarms going off at once for fifteen hours. What part of do not call list does that asshole not understand?
Oh since I’m here listen to me you moron. You have sent me five stupid anti-vax links in the last two years, ranted against the flu vaccine and made it clear you like dangerous and contagious diseases. No, you may not babysit my five month old baby. In fact stay at least ten feet from the baby at all times. Don’t even think of breathing on her. And wash your filthy hands next time you come near us, you germ cheerleading, gullible, foolish biology class drop out.
From my days in Security, if you were a contracted Security person, you were done. The client would ask that you be removed from the contract/site/job. If you worked in-house, that would be grounds for dismissal or at the very least, disciplinary measures.
Insubordination. You were told to do something, you did not do it.
We were supposed to be renting my MiL’s rental house last month, but the asshole renters did everything they could to find a legal excuse to stay. MiL got them out, but in order to get them out in a short timeline, she had to waive the last months rent and give them their full $2200 security deposit back. :mad: I can’t believe some deadbeat can stay at a place 2 months rent-free, trash the place, and get his whole deposit back.
We could fight him for the rent and damage, but hed be able to continue to live there rent free till it got resolved. Theres no justice in it. :mad: