If you think it’s too soon on the heels of the last one, [del]I’m sorry[/del] go fuck yourself.
My children are spending spring break at their grandmas’ house about fifty miles from here. (My mom and grandmother live together, so the kids are with both their grandma and their great-grandma.) My son has supervised visits with his father each week here in my town. I canceled the visit so that my eighty-something year old grandma wouldn’t have to drive the child up here…and then my mother calls this morning to tell me my eighty-something year old grandma is taking the children off for a day of fun in a different town that’s about fifty miles away. Much as I don’t like my ex-husband, I don’t generally cancel his visits without a good reason. Now I feel shitty about it.
My mother also wanted to tell me what a good time the children had at a church play last night. It was a very dramatic and heartwrenching production about how some family died and some of them (who were Christians like Mom and Grandma) went to heaven, and some of them (who weren’t Christians, like me) went to hell. Apparently some of the brainwashing took hold and my kids are worried about me now. I haven’t had a chance to talk to the children themselves yet and estimate the actual damage, but I am trembling with anger that Mom would have taken them to something like that when she knows how strongly I feel about that stuff. It’s one thing to allow them to go to church on Sunday and be bored shitless, but I remember these plays from my own childhood and they really know how to hard-sell fear.
I had already decided I would throw Grandma a bone and show up in church on Easter Sunday. She’s old and cramming this crap down my throat makes her happy. But damn, I’d like to punch the pastor right about now.
Howzabout ex-co-workers who either quit without notice or were fired, but reapply anyway? I mean really, are they so stupid that they think we’d rehire them?
For instance, a former co-worker, fired some months ago, recently turned in an application. She was fired the first time for:
being temperamental and hard to get along with
doing an all around shitty job
calling off frequently*
After one of these call-offs she actually came in to pick up her paycheck, all full of smiles and laughter like she didn’t have a care in the world. Needless to say, the person covering for her “sick” ass was mighty pissed!
I suppose all she has to lose is the few minutes it took to fill out the application, but I have to wonder about the lucidity of her thought processes if she thinks there’s a chance in Hell we’d hire her back. Not gonna happen you stupid bitch.
RFQs are flying out the door here, thanks to our business heating up. Every time we send one out, we get calls within five minutes from vendors who want to ask questions that are answered by the cover page of the RFQ. It’s like they can’t be bothered to actually read the damned thing.
It makes me want to send e-mails containing “RTFM” in 120-point, bold type.
I want to preorder the new Maximo Park album. The US release is coming up on May 8, but Amazon hasn’t yet made it available for preorder. What are they waiting for?
And another CD that I’d like to throw in with that order, Klaxons’ Myths of the Near Future, is suddenly mysteriously unavailable. Despite the fact that it was released last week, and despite the fact that they were advertising it and selling it until yesterday. Now it’s just gone-- you can’t even search for it.
If you’re a healthy person DON’T USE THE HANDICAPPED BUTTON TO OPEN A DOOR!!! :mad:
I can understand if you’re hands are full and there is no one around to help you, but if its just you with two functioning arms and hands it won’t kill you to open the fucking door.
Automatic doors are breaking all over campus because a bunch of jerks are to lazy to open a door.
Fuck you pollen. Fuck you sideways with a rusty broken spoon.
And fuck you weather for threatening rain and not delivering. If you would just let some of that water fall from the sky, we wouldn’t be having such a bad pollen season!
My sister who is getting married (you might remember her from such threads as “I"m Sick to Death of Your Friggin’ Wedding Already!” and “Leave Me Alone! Just Leave Me Alone!”) calls me every stinking day, on top of the emails (I stopped answering the phone months ago). Monday I got a call - “You have to call me!” I’m on to her at this point, so I just went on with my evening, knowing I’d see her Tuesday. Turns out the big crisis was that she just figured out that her fiance’s initials are I. P. I’m never calling her back again.
24 days.
It has been snowing for four days now. And around -7C (19 F). IT’S FREAKING SPRING, YOU STUPID WEATHER! KNOCK IT OFF!
My temp agency isn’t calling me. I would like a short assignment before we go on holiday in the middle of May. After holidays, I can focus on longer-term assignments or an actual career or something. After a couple more weeks, it wouldn’t be worth trying to get a temp assignment before our holidays. Maybe it’s time to sign up with another agency.
Don’t tell me that you “wired it exactly like the diagram said, but it still doesn’t work”. If you really did wire it exactly like the diagram said, the fucking thing WILL work. Every fucking time.
When I return your call, do not ask “Did you get my message?”. Nope, I was just randomly dialing numbers, and your number just happened to come up. Seriously.
Do not send me an e-mail, then decide to call me when I do not answer said e-mail immediately. I’m reading your e-mail as I’m listening to your phone message, trust me.
“What’s wrong with my (fill in the blank)?”. Beats me. Maybe you could hold it up to the phone, so that I can see it better.
When you call, please do not inform me from where you’re calling from. It makes no difference, and I probably just got off the phone with someone from Nova Scotia, anyway.
Chicken salad with mustard, lettuce and onions is not the same sandwich as chicken salad with mayo, lettuce and tomato. The first is yummy. The second results in me sulking. And Onions and Tomato sound nothing alike!
Mine isn’t calling me either! I know I should call them but I am dreading it. If they haven’t called me by 3:30 then I guess I’ll suck it up and make the call.
Also I haven’t decided where to go to grad school. I wish someone would decide to throw a whole bunch of money at me and make the decision for me. I have until April 15 to decide but I probably won’t know if I got a scholarship until after that.
Sounds more like a quality issue than an issue with people. What kind of cheap-assed door openers did your campus buy if people using them makes them break?
The other thing, of course, is not every disability is apparent or obvious. I can see someone with MS, or an issue with motor skills, looking as if they have no disability, but in fact, they are precisely who the doors are there for.
I get home in time to see the end of the Yankee game on ESPN Monday. Let’s see, in the eighth inning, the score is blob to blob. Is that a 6 or a 5 or a 9 or an 8? With ESPN’s fonts, I can’t read the score unless I get right up to the screen. Hey dudes, don’t use a font where the tails of the sixes and nines nearly going the loop, you can’t tell them from the eights. There are fonts that would be legible, how about using them?
TURN YOUR FUCKING LIGHTS ON WHEN IT STARTS TO GET /IS STILL DARK!
Just because it’s light enough for you to see, doesn’t mean that it’s easy for the rest of us to see you.
Thank you.
P.S. - the above rant also applies to those of you in grey/silver/off-white cars during one of Seattle’s imfamous grey, dreary, rainy winter days. You’re invisible in those conditions when your lights are off, OK?
This is the pettiest rant of them all. But it’s highly annoying and I must vent about it.
I don’t like it when I call a friend on their cellphone and when they pick up, they ask “Hello?” all cluesless-like as if they don’t know it’s me calling. They have caller ID, so they know it’s me. Why must they go through the pretense of asking hello like I’m some kind of stranger who needs to introduce herself? It pointlessly extends the dialogue in a rather retarded fashion.
Looks, friends, when you call me and I see your name on my caller ID, this is what I do. I pick up and say “Hey, Friend’s Name, how’s it going?” See how this response allows us to immediately dive into normal conversation, without any pointless pretenses? When I call and you say “Hello?” as if I might as well be a telemarketer in Bombay, I feel compelled to tell you who I am. Doing that is real stupid, since you knew it was me calling two seconds before you even picked up the phone, and the absurdity of you saying “Hello?” makes it difficult to launch into conversation in a smooth and seamless fashion.
So please stop this. It hurts my head just thinking about it.
The bottom line is, a machine that’s designed to open doors should be able to do just that. Whether it gets pressed once or 100 times a day. Now if people are beating the crap out of the door or pushing against it, that’s vandalism. Otherwise the ADA compliance folks should be pitted for buying such a shitty door opening system.
I knew a woman in college who had an inoperable brain tumor, and was allowed to park in handicapped spots (she had a permit). She told me that she’d been yelled at many times by passerby because they assumed she was “lazy” or “not really handicapped.” :mad: :rolleyes: :eek: Thing is, you just don’t know.
[back ot] Those stupid fucking banner ads. “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’VE JUST WON AN IPOD!” or “Smack the mosquito BZZZ BZZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ” or stupid looking woman just caught singing on camera or dancing fool trying to get me to buy insurance.
Firefox, my friend, is your answer. Extensions AdBlock and FlashBlock. Even works on MySpace pages, which are widely known to have the worst banner ads that seem to be able to squirm past every other blocker known to man. I haven’t seen one of those, nor the Google ads for that matter, in months. Hie thee hence to the Mozilla site where your salvation awaits you at the end of one simple little download!
It sure is nice to live in a city where people take recycling so seriously. So seriously, in fact, that the city will penalize people who have too much recyclable material in their garbage. Not necessarily the tactic I would have chosen but hey.
So I recycle, not just because I want to but because any additional cost to my apartment building (such as a fine) has the potential to be passed along to me. I am conscientious about this. I probably recycle more than I toss, and many of my neighbors are the same way.
So why is it that you, City, pick up the garbage twice a week but only pick up the recycling once every two weeks?* I have three weeks’ worth of plastic and cans that I have not been able to get rid of because my timing was all wrong and the Dumpster was full before I could get to it. The recycling container is regularly so full that the lids are half-open. The garbage is never full unless someone decides to throw something big in there.
Makes me want to toss my shit in the trash, is what it does.
*This is what I was quoted by the apartment manager, who really is trying to do something about the situation.
Would you please ship shit when you say you will? I buy my odds-n-ends type textbooks because you are cheaper than my school, but I get a little pissed when it’s four days after my end-delivery date and I still have no books! Books that I should be reading for class oh YESTERDAY.
:eek: Thing is, you just don’t know.