I hate not having the paper or plastic option.
Just like McDonald’s who offer to cream and sugar my coffee as if it is a Good Thing, it isn’t. It is never right, despite telling them two creams, two splendas. It isn’t the same. It isn’t a convenience. It is an anurism waiting to assplode.
Besides, now that you morons have put carousels in at every 9000 check out lanes, you have given the local mentally challenged employess nothing to do but to be babysat by various departments.
You are just taking away my grocery freedoms, you farking MegaMart TALIBANERS!
I figured out a little while ago that after buying groceries for myself for 22 years now (and boy, are my arms tired! badoomchick), I know how to pack a bag of groceries WAAAAAAAAY better than the 17 year old kids working at Safeway who have probably never even bought groceries for themselves yet. I’m mostly okay with the job they do (even though I could do it better and faster myself), but you do not put my bananas in beside a bunch of cans, or cram my bread in somewhere to get smushed. I WILL hold up the line while I fix these errors that will ruin my food.
Grr! Last night the bagger put a 2-liter of soda in a sack with a bag of grapes. Good, I was hoping for homemade wine… NOT! :mad: I ended up taking the soda out and carrying it to keep from having squished grapes.
Shut your fucking mouth when you eat, damnit! I should not hear “smack smack smack smack smoosh slurp gulp” or anything like it while you’re eating. I especially should not be able to hear your loud eating to the point where it’s distracting me from my own work when I’m more than 10 feet away from you.
Pick up your feet when you walk. You don’t need to kick the carpet just because you need to get to the other side of the room.
Please learn how to give directions that are 1) complete, 2) correct and 3) not so vague that I have to wonder what the hell you asked me to do. Also, it makes me wonder how you kept your job into [what I’m presuming is] your 60s with how incompetent you are. I know one of the last coworkers you had did everything, but apparently neither of you learned how to put things away or file papers. How old are you, anyway? Didn’t your mother teach you any manners or common sense?
And the fucking mall is closed for Easter!!! Fuck Express, and fuck the mall on Valley-something & Decatur in Vegas! Would it have killed them to put up a damn sign mentioning the entire fucking mall would be closed today?
“Ct.” as an address abbreviation means COURT, you numbskulls.
My god, it’s astounding how many people (nearly all of them, I can’t remember the last time someone got this right when reciting my address) do not know this.
It always goes like this: “54879 N. Wrigley… Circle”.
My *boss *does that. And I don’t even know how it’s possible, but he eats for all of the 8 hours I work there. Like he’ll eat one piece of broccoli from a bag (loud enough so I can hear him across the room. He’ll talk with his mouth full too.), wait 5 minutes, have another piece, wait 5 minutes, and so on, until lunch, then he’ll continue with some other fruit afterwards. He is one of the nicest guys I know but I can’t stand this behavior and I have no idea how to bring it up.
How does one reach middle age without learning that you chew with your mouth closed and you don’t talk to people with your mouth full? A child would know better.
Along this line…who invented chewing gum? Why do people chew that shit with their mouths open looking like they are chewing cud? Don’t get me started on the snapping!
Six months late, I know, but to the Simpsons: The funny fake scary credit names you use for the Halloween episodes got old five years ago. Please stop- especially when they now run over almost the entire first act.
Hey, assholes. Breastmilk is best? REALLY? I never would have guessed! It’s only on every damn can of formula that I buy, it’s on EVERY formula commercial, I hear it from the extended nursers ALL the time, gee, now how the hell did I miss that??? You’ve opened my eyes! Breastmilk is best, but I shouldn’t feel guilty over giving my son formula? Why, THANK YOU for granting me that absolution - you have no idea how much I was just waiting for your approval! He got breastmilk for the first four months of his life along with formula, so I should feel just GREAT about myself, and never mind that I need to have the ‘BREASTMILK IS BEST’ label shoved in my face ALL THE TIME or I might forget it!
And you know what? You have NO idea what I went through to breastfeed - you have no idea how many supplements I took, how I actually took medication to build up my supply, rented a hospital-grade pump, pumped 5 times a day for just about enough milk to put in coffee, and tried to get my son to re-latch endlessly after he started refusing to latch when he was 2 months old due to severe reflux. You know what? When you’ve fucking done all I did to try to have a successful breastfeeding relationship, then you can judge me and judge whether or not I have a right to feel guilty. So you can take your oh-so-smug ‘don’t feel guilty!’ when what you really mean is ‘maybe if you had just tried harder…’ and shove it up your ass.
Ok, I’ll have to look retarded then because I receive/make about 4-6 calls an hour at times during my work day. Add to that the fact that I’m on the road a lot of the time. It’s too inconvenient to take the darn piece on and off every 10 minutes, especially when I have it molded to my ear just right. But I do take it off as soon as the work day is done!
Elza, in the hopes of helping you feel better, my husband was a very hungry baby - I don’t think he could have gotten full on breast milk. When his mom was starting him on pablum, she didn’t know any better and mixed up a full coffee mug of pablum for him. He ate the whole thing and kept it down! :eek:
I don’t know much ‘bout feedin’ no babies, but if your baby isn’t hungry, I’d say you’re doing it right, whatever you’re doing.
featherlou, I had breast reduction surgery years ago, so I pretty much knew I’d need to give him some formula - I was hoping to do mostly BFing, though. Seriously, i tried EVERYTHING. And you know what? My son was never satisfied when I nursed him so I always had to follow up with a bottle. Now that we’re on (and have been for 3 1/2 months) all formula, he’s a lot happier. (Of course, he loves to eat…he’s certainly not hurting in that department :D). I figure for the next baby, I’ll start all of that stuff sooner (I was told to wait 3 weeks to give my supply time to regulate, but in my case, I think starting sooner will help), but my kid got four months of breastmilk - I’m pleased with that.
I’m just SO TIRED of hearing ‘breastmilk is best’ when I KNOW that. And there’s one know-it-all mom whose first baby is about 1 month older than mine who knows EXACTLY how I can get my supply up! And every single thing she condescendingly suggested, I did. Multiple times. Then again, she’s not just obnoxious about nursing, she’s obnoxious about everything related to parenting. :rolleyes:
I think I just snapped this morning :D. (And thanks;)).
(Yeah. Um. I feel like I just shared WAY too much about my breasts :eek: ).
She’s at it again today. Started eating at 11:45am. It’s 1:10pm, and she’s still not done smacking her freakin’ tuna salad; I left for lunch at noon under the assumption that 15 minutes was my limit for not vomiting on my desk after hearing these stupid cow chewing cud noises. And now she’s chatting on the phone and chewing on the stuff. Ugh! :eek:
Amen, Elza. When my son was 3 months old, after struggling to breast feed him (I just couldn’t produce enough milk no matter what), we went to visit my sister and I mixed up a bottle of formula as an emergency backup on our long plane flight. Guess what? He took one taste of the formula and refused to breast feed again! My sister went crazy, called all her breastfeeding friends, and everyone was forced to agree: If he ain’t gonna, he just ain’t gonna. It just isn’t the best solution for everyone, and it’s a totally personal decision. It’s not like you decided to starve the kid if he doesn’t get breast milk!
It’s nobody else’s business about whether you breastfeed or not. Do a Miss Manners snooty to them and fling the guilt back in their faces!
ETA: nashiitashii, have you considered putting an anonymous note on your coworker’s desk that says, “Please stop chewing with your mouth open and talking with your mouth full – the whole office can hear it and is disgusted by it!”? That’s what I’d do if it’s that obnoxious. And it sure sounds like it is!
Elza B, did you have an FNG with your reduction? If you did, there’s little you can do (from what I understand) to increase your milk supply as most of your milk ducts were removed during your surgery.
Oh, and all those judge-y people can step off. Like it isn’t hard enough to be a mom.
Yep. So for the most part, nothing worked - although the Domperidone I took did work somewhat - IOW, I went from pumping drops to getting about an ounce a day. So yeah, I pretty much knew I was screwed going into it, but I wanted to try. And I’ll try again next time - he was a great nurser the first two months (even with supplementing) - no latch problems, no pain, etc. It was the reflux and low supply that totally sunk us.
I’m thinking really hard about doing that. Right now, it’s a thought of “I should leave a note after I turn in my two weeks’ notice,” as this is only my third week on the job and I’ll be gone after June 1. I don’t know if I’m going to stick to this plan or not.
Thank you very much for having us over for Easter weekend. It was a lovely time.
And, as always, thank you very much for letting us bring along our dog. It’s a much better option than putting him in a shelter for the weekend.
That said, could you please stop laughing off our requests that you not feed him so much junk? Yes, we know he loves cheese. A slice is fine. 20 slices over the course of the weekend is not.
It’s not so much the fact that you feed him all that cheese that’s the problem. It’s that you’re not the one who has to spend a fucking hour scrubbing his fucking diarrhea out of the fucking carpet every time we come back from your place.
In short, knock it off with the fucking cheese already.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I had you all worked out in my head, but when you started to become an actuality you had to go and start playing mindgames with me. You tease me with new possibilites then, just as you have me all reeled in, you draw back and refuse to put out. In the end I had to let go, with no closure for either of us. Fuck you, Thesis. I can only hope that you’ll be returned to me whipped into shape and ready to be more reasonable. It would be easier on both of us.
A child would know better.