Me, my brother, and a couple other guys went on a motorcycle ride yesterday. I wish I had some scuba gear to put on because it was so damn humid.
Draelin, I loves me some Cybill Sheppard, I am most certainly jealous.
Wile E, you better replace the washer, it was put there for a reason. The next time you have trouble your aerator might not come off so easy, especially if you have hard water. YMMV
I thought the same thing. Granted, she worked here just over two months, and must have called in sick at least ten times. She was late almost every day, and I was beginning to get the feeling that she wasn’t so crazy about the job. Yet last week, I left early on Wednesday (the day before the disappearance) because I wasn’t feeling well. Before I left, I reminded my boss that I had a doctor’s appointment the next morning, and would be about an hour late–which she promptly forgot. At approximately 9:15 the next morning, my boss called my house because she was concerned I hadn’t shown up. When I came in around 9:45, she was all “Oh my god, are you okay???”
Then I told her to look in her little day planner that says who’s out and who’s late every day. And she felt stupid. 
And she told her boss, who was also worried, and also had it written down in her day planner.
Yet nobody’s calling the receptionist. Or they have called, and are for some reason keeping it from me. I can’t see why they would do that unless she said something like “I quit because I hate that bitch.” Which I don’t think was the case–I’m a cool coworker, dammit.
Meaty (which is just fun to say, by the way), I watched the first two episodes last night, and I completely forgot how damn funny that show was. When it was originally on, I was ten years old and watched it with my dad. It’s not particularly sophisticated or nuanced, but there were certainly things I didn’t get the first time around. (Although the scene with the big clock on top of the building made me so dizzy I had to go into the kitchen until I was sure it was over. :eek: )
Bunnies are very cool! Mine are kind of like teenagers–they only pay attention to me when I give them food. They’re more like little piggies in bunny suits. They act like they never get fed. Spoiled rotten, that’s what they are. But I love 'em.
Very very close to the groinal area. :eek: Glad I was all hopped up on liquid valium when they inserted that catherter.
I’ll tell the rest of my groinal areal shave story. See, the nurse assistant came in and said “I gotta shave ya, you know where, hon!” So, she starts shaving , but only shaves the right half. “Umm,” I said, “How bout the other side?” “Oh they’re not gonna insert anything on that side hon,” she replied. “If you shave off one side, you need to shave the other,” I said, “Cause it just looks awful!” “Who’s gonna be lookin’ there?”, she asked. “There are those who quite enjoy looking there,” I replied. After she stopped laughing (really I thought I was gonna have to do CPR on the woman!) she shaved the left side too.
Here’s a diagaram for those not easily oogied out. FTR, I think David only got shaved on the one side. I’ll have to check tonite. 
[/adding Moonlighting to Amazon wish list] (wishlist?) & pleased that Draelin thinks my nom de guerre is fun 
What? That’s not your real name?
I stopped at the Amish farmers’ market next to the Charlotte Hall Library and got me some yummy looking tomatoes. I, of course, had to make sure I had cash, since I do all my shopping with my debit card. I had this weird mental image of an Amish man in his suspenders and straw hat running my credit card thru one of those almost-obsolete imprinting machines… A slightly bizarre flight of fancy.
Other than that, it was a nothing day. Except my office mate didn’t come in today. Naturally, in my over-reacting nature, I imagined the worst possible scenario. Then I get especially macabre, wondering about his will - he’s divorced, no kids, only son of a widowed father. Does he have a will? Who gets his stuff? If I’m nice to him, will it be me??
Yeah, that’s warped. But I was a little concerned - yesterday he was really, really tired and I was worried about him getting home - he lives about 50 miles from work. I suppose I coulda asked the boss. When he comes in next time, I’m going to yell at him and tell him he has to check in with me, too. Because it’s really boring and quiet in the office when he’s not there…
And I do care. Really. 'Cause I’m nice, dammit!
WHY is it so #$%&* hard to insert an Excel table into Word??? ARGH!
(Yes, I finally got it, but only after much cursing. The text may be too small for anyone to actually read, but it’s all there!)
Oh come on, how can a name like that not be fun?
Well … no. I’m not going to foist that mental image on the rest of you. Nuh-uh.
I have had several angiograms and not once did they shave me- somehow I feel cheated.
[Racetrack Announcer Voice] …And Wintermute comes from behind to make a bold bid for the TMI Championship title![/Racetrack Announcer Voice]
I really don’t like tampons with cardboard applicators.
They provide tampons and maxi pads here at work free of charge. There’s a vending machine in the restroom, but you don’t need to put a quarter in, you just pull the appropriate lever and the feminine product of your choice pops out. I don’t like the brand they use for either product, but have been caught short often enough to appreciate just the fact that they are there if I need them. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all.
The problem is that sometimes they stock the with tampons with plastic applicators and sometimes they stock it with tampons with cardboard applicators. I’m going to spare you the details of why I don’t like cardboard applicators (that’s a conversation I might have with my sister or best friend, but is definitely too personal for a forum like this), so sometimes I’ll pull the lever a couple times to see if one of the preferred ones pops out. I’m not the only one who does this, either; I was in there just today and there were about half a dozen tampons lying there.
And yes, I always carry some of my own, but they are aaallll the way back at my desk, so I would have to pull up my pants, walk aaallll the way back to my desk, grab a tampon and walk aaalll the way back to the bathroom while attempting to avoid conversations, requests and other sundry potential delays. Because if I’m caught, I won’t get back to the bathroom any time soon, and you can imagine how disastrous that could be. So I end up using whatever’s at hand and cursing whoever orders the cardboard applicators.
Mundane? Check. Pointless? Check. TMI? Check.
Look at that, friends, I hit the trifecta!
Ummm, excuse me, Hello?! I know I just usually lurk here, but isn’t it MacBeth who tells MacDuff to lay on? I mean, I could be wrong, or I could be whooshed, cause I am wrong or whooshed fairly frequently, but I’m pretty sure thats what I read in Richard Armour’s Twisted Tales From Shakespeare. Or maybe it was when I actually took that Shakespeare class in high school? I don’t know when I got this idea, but I’m pretty sure that MacDuff is not in Hamlet. I mean, it doesn’t sound like a Danish name to me? Course I think that Danish names are Cheese, Cherry, & Prune, (but I don’t like the Prune ones.) Is this too serious a question to post here? I thought it was a funny username though, and as you can tell I could have used someone to come up with a funny username for me, but there wasn’t anyone handy at the time. So, ok, that’s it. I’ll go back to the lurkquarters now. Bye!
Wintermute, I feel the same way about cardboard applicators.
K.
I have been on vacation for 2 1/2 weeks - did I miss anything HUGE?
I was supposed to be back at work yesterday however a teeny tiny episode of food poisoning put a stop to that. I puked my way from Philadelphia to Rock Springs and then some which was two flights the second of which is not named the vomit-comet for nothing. (TMI???)
Erm anything else - I had an excellent vacation. My mammy fed me loads and loads of good home cooking. The food poisoning is helping to eliminate the extra poundage that I put on when I was there.
On the Bad Receptionist topic: what scout and Draelin said. I work for a government agency that has around 4000 employees; we’ve had a couple of cases where employees haven’t shown up for work and their departments didn’t try calling. And the employees hadn’t shown up because of severe health issues. And the consequences would have been less severe if someone had followed up sooner. 
In my department, we have a strict policy of “you’re an hour late without notice and we’ll start beating the bushes.” Several of us live alone and all share the fear that we’ll be passed out on the floor and no one will find us.
Ya know…after swampy posted his TMI thread last night, I almost popped in to return the “Most Juvenile” title he lent me and Ashes last week. But I thought to myself: “Self, that will only bring out additional people with TMI.” So I didn’t say anything. Turns out you don’t need to worry about that because apparently TMI attracts TMI. Is that one of Newton’s laws or something? But I’m bringing the award back now (sorry about the slight dents) as a consolation prize, because I think the TMI award for now goes to: Wintermute!!!
We’ll look forward to the scoop on Mr. Anachi’s shaving status. I’m sure he’ll be pleased that you’re sharing, Puggy. (But really…it’s educational!)
I get to see Phantom of the Opera tomorrow!!! It’s my prize for surviving the month of July.
I notice no short-skirt alert today. That’s quite disorienting. And CD, weren’t you going to try a sartorial experiment at work this week?
No TMI from me; well maybe, but not that kind.
GT
This well and truly cracked me up! Glad you came out of lurkerdom to share.
I can’t answer your question, tho, because I’m too lazy to look it up, and I’m an engineer, not a lit major. I love Richard Armour, tho - isn’t *It All Started With Eve * one of his? I’ve got that one, but it’s in a yet-to-be unpacked box in the basement.
Welcome back, ems! Sorry about the food poisoning - that would not be fun, traveling AND being sick at the same time…
You missed us on Threadspotting and also swampy’s birthday. I’m sure there was more, but those are the two major events that come to mind.
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FairyChatMom I do enjoy him very much. I haven’t read him in years though. See, I love to read and I love to own the books I read. Which led to a huge accumulation. But I keep going through these rather dramatic life changes, and every time I do, my books are too numerous and heavy to take with me. So, off they go to the used book store, or the (insert charity that resells household goods here), and I mourn. I now have vowed not to buy anymore books. I have a library card (and have all of my adult life), damnit, so use it! But it’s hard. I like to re-read all my books. The characters are old friends, & how else can you get all the nuance of the story? When depending on the library, you aren’t quite so free to do that. Why aren’t libraries open 24/7/365? Also, they don’t always have your favorites. Or if they do somebody stole them. Stoopit book thieves. Bad, bad things should happen to them! So anyway, Richard Armour was in the first collection to go. I keep telling myself that owning less things of all types is healthy for me, but so far I have not convinced myself about the books.