Yes, you’ve probably noticed I’ve taken a mean streak on the boards lately. So fuckin’ what? I’m allowed to have bad weeks, and I don’t want to be comforted. . . So keep a perimeter line, I might just go off. . .
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[li]Work blows. I have a useless worker in my office, and I have come to the point where I’m going to take him outside and show him a little Tripler attitude. This MoFo is so goddamned high-and-mighty that he takes it upon himself to lecture me how I should spend my money. Every time this asswipe opens his mouth, I want to throw a hook to knock a few teeth out. What’s worse: I can’t do a Goddamned thing. I can tell him my displeasure, but he’s such a goddamned tool, he would take it to the Legal Dept and have me hauled into my boss’ office. Bad, and my hands are tied.[/li][li]My birthday is over, but the adrenaline is still here. I had a great time this year, but it hasn’t quite calmed down yet. Add this to the fact that V-Day is right around the corner, yet I can’t escape it. People keep bringing their issues up, even though I think I made it clear that I won’t deal with them. Even at work, people are nagging me about ‘what’s her name’ and ‘boy you sure looked happy around her’. Well know what? I was. So back off, I’m not the kiss-and-tell type. None of your business.[/li][li]I shot myself in the foot. A friend of mine is going on a 3 month business trip out of the country, and I told her I’d volunteer for it (so I can earn some extra $$). However I totally forgot that this would span over my sister’s high school graduation and summer vacation - and I promised her I’d be there. I’m a man of my word, and I promised both people something, but now I’m forced into a situation because of my beliefs.[/li][li]The house I’m renting now is going to be sold out from under me. I have to move into another. This in and of itself ain’t so bad, because the place I’m moving into is owned by a great friend of mine. Just the freakin’ stress of this moving thing ain’t helping.[/li][li]I ain’t got nobody. David Lee Roth was right. I’m just a gigolo. I’ve got two girls I’m interested locally, and it seems like things could go right at any moment. It’s just that they’ve been going wrong for the past week. I really loathe getting my hopes up just to have them whacked back down. I think I’ll castrate myself.[/li][li]I have good friends that don’t know when to shut their mouth. It’s amazing how nasty people will get when they want you to go out and party with them. If I want a night off, I shouldn’t have to explain my reason why. It’s a fckin’ free country - I keep it that way. If I say, “I ain’t going to make it out tonight…” do not turn around and call me a “Fag”, “Lightweight”, or a "Pssy". I have no inhibitions about kicking your ass. And if you decide to tell the other guys in our bunch that I am a “pansy” because I don’t hang out with you as much as you think I should, I would like to show you the business end of my fist.[/li][/ul]
That’s just a start. But it does feel good to vent. Thank you . . .
Tripler
I do feel better . . .
I know y’all are reading this thread, and I thank you. It’s kinda soothing that y’all at least take the time to find out what’s wrong. Much obliged. . .
Tripler
Bad week man, and I ain’t going to drown my sorrows. I can hack this.
Well, things just took the worst turn possible: I hurt someone.
I called her, and told her what I was and had been thinking before I met her, but I still feel shitty. How do you tell someone who really cares for you, “No”?
Goddamn . . . This just isn’t getting better. . .
Tripler
I’m going into lurk mode for awhile. I’m not solving any problems by posting. . .
Just wanted to give you the lurker perspective here.
Which is, to sum up cogently, that you rock.
The chinese buffet thread… classic. Every post I’ve seen of yours has been cleverly phrased and direct. You’ve got a good attitude, and a brain the size of a planetoid. Most importantly, a sense of humor.
This shitstorm will blow over, as they all have in the past. And knowing what little I know about you, you’ll come out of it with at least one good story.
…baby in a topless bar… still giggling over that one sporadically…
shrugs Hey, sometimes life just hands you a shit sandwich, and you have no choice but to chow down. Make sure you chew it thoroughly so you don’t choke, sport.
Sometimes dealing with the consequences of our actions helps us to learn to do things differently the next time. Learn the lesson well so you don’t have to repeat it.
Dear God, someone in Michigan call 911!!! Milo, Milo, hold on until they get there! Someone has obviously broken into Milossarian’s home, bound him, gagged him, and perpetuated a cyberhug from his computer. Just hold on, buddy - We’ll get you out of this.
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[li]I shot myself in the foot. A friend of mine is going on a 3 month business trip out of the country, and I told her I’d volunteer for it (so I can earn some extra $$). However I totally forgot that this would span over my sister’s high school graduation and summer vacation - and I promised her I’d be there. I’m a man of my word, and I promised both people something, but now I’m forced into a situation because of my beliefs.[/li][li]**[/li][/quote]
Tripler, I’ve got two words of advice for you: Palm Pilot.
UPDATE I’m still freakin’ going ballistic, but things are showing signs of progress:
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[li]Work blows. In a staff meeting with OP idiot, someone makes the comment that “He’s leaving in July, and you’ll have to learn everything he knows by then.” Without missing a beat, I crack, “Yeah, that will be easy!”. Everyone gets a good laugh at his expense (everyone thinks he’s an idiot) even though he’s there to defend himself. I blow off some steam, progress is made. . .[/li][li]My birthday is over, but the adrenaline is still here. The adrenaline has been replaced by a caffiene rush, which I can control better’n adrenaline. I’m now busier than all hell at work, so I don’t have time to think about other things. Problem now mitigated somewhat, progress is made . . .[/li][li]I shot myself in the foot. I still haven’t heard about this business trip yet. I expect to hear sometime in late Feb or early March. In any case, I’m looking forward to getting the hell out of Minot for awhile. Problem not solved, viewpoint changed, progress is made . . .[/li][li]The house I’m renting now is going to be sold out from under me. I helped a third friend build a doghouse with the guy I’m moving in with, and offered to help with household repairs (a personal hobby). Steam released, progress is made . . .[/li][li]I ain’t got nobody. I’m just so freakin’ busy at work, I haven’t had time to think about the two fish I had nibbles from. I haven’t heard from or seen them either. The pole is still in the water, but the fish ain’t biting at this time of the morning - I can handle that. Fishing joke funny, I blow off steam, progress is made. . .[/li][li]I have good friends that don’t know when to shut their mouth. One guy mouthed off again. I told him to kiss my ass, that I don’t drink on the weeknights anymore. Verbal exchange ensued. Progress slow at best. . .[/li][/ul]
Thanks for at least listening, guys. I know a few of you e-mailed to say I could “yell” at you. Thanks for recieving some noise. . . Y’all rock like, well, rock stars. . .
Tripler
I do feel better. My hands aren’t so tied now. . .
Apparently, I don’t know the right way to do it either, because I still feel bad about telling Jaime that we couldn’t see each other any more (those DFW Dopers who were at Celebration met her).
She was pretty upset, and I feel like I’ve committed some horrible crime.
I suspect there’s no easy way to do it, Tripler, and that’s a fact of life!
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[li]Attempted Breaking & Entering Thwarted. Yup, that’s right. I came home one day this week, to find some teenager loitering in my backyard. He had been there a while judging from the 4 cigarette butts he had left in a pile. Noticing from his footprints in the snow, he had also visited all of the ground level windows too. . . So I get home, still in uniform, and notice the dog nextdoor going nuts. I walk out the back door to the deck, and look left, when I notice none other than Slim Shady himself. He sees me, sees that I’m armed, and bolts. I give chase, but for about 200 yards. I called the local cops and give a descrip on the perp. Not a good week to fuck with me. . .[/li][li]I broke my garage. A stone-cold sober accident in my driveway. I had just gotten home from playing hockey, and leaned down to get something off the floor thinking I had put it into park. I roll into the framing of my house at 2 -3 mph, and fuck up the woodwork. I knocked the stud off the sillplate by an inch, messed up the trim, and fucked up the garage door. Now I gotta sledge the stud back in, get a contractor to fix the door, and paint the woodwork. Dammit. . .[/li][/ul]
I’m a firm believer in “mojo”. You have a certain quantity of mojo for the year. Sometimes the good mojo is spent more on one day or week, sometimes not. I believe I’m getting most of my bad mojo right out of the way . . .
At least it was good for a laugh (thanks, Milo!).