Unlikely - of the seasons it’s spring that historically knocks me on my ass. And I like the cool weather. (I’m not insane about it, though - that’s one reason why I’m just in Rochester, not Canuckistan. ;))
Thanks, AuntiePam!
I volunteer with an anxiety support group, and this is extremely common - once you’re no longer in “crisis” mode, people seem to give themselves permission to fall apart. Maybe you would feel better if you did give yourself permission to just wallow for a bit before wading back in. Keep doing all the good stuff (sleeping, eating right, exercising, etc.), but don’t kick yourself too hard if you feel everything you’ve been pushing down for awhile. My two cents, for what it’s worth. 
Listen, fuckwad: If you want good service, you’re going to have to pull your fat head out of your sphincter and stop treating people like garbage. We want to help you finish your lazy, last minute it’s-all-about-the-Brand-Name because-I-must-be-like-every-other-douchebag-on-the-planet shopping even though we’d love to tell you if you’d thought ahead by a couple of weeks, we could have saved you a lot of stress, shit-for-brains. You brought this on yourself, now we get to be the bearers of bad news. No, we don’t have what you’re looking for because everyone else beat you to it.
The two associates you abused are actually eager to help, NICE people who like their jobs, dealing with you notwithstanding. I hope you’ll remember that loudly and obnoxiously posing the obviously rhetorical question, “Where in this town can anyone get decent service?” does not actually improve retail employees’ interactions with you, BUT it does get you a polite-as-we-can-muster invitation to GTFO of our store. Even in trying economic times such as these, your business will NEVER be worth putting up with your shit because you’ll probably expect a ridiculous discount anyway.
Go crawl under a rock and wallow in your self-imposed misery.
Oh, and hang in there OtakuLoki. If you start to let the Depression Monster try to convince you that you suck, rest assured you probably don’t suck nearly as much as some of the fuckwads I encounter in retail DAILY. Tremendous, empathetic and warm hugs.
The flight went fine. Whew.
Just in time for the Winter Storm Warning tomorrow.
BWAH HA HA HA HA!
Fuck you, Giraffe, for the following reasons:
- That thread was fun
- It had enough steam to derail that annoying fucking “hi, opal!” requirement to lists.
- I can’t remember why else.
I pit my beloved hometown and their stauch refusal to admit that its winter and we need the fucking roads cleaned properly.
Calgary has, in the past week, set a new record for snow accumulation in the month of December. That’s more than a month’s worth of snow in seven days. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not as crazy as some places, but when we get a foot of snow, its kind of a big deal here. To make matters more exciting, the temperature has been hovering around -20C for most of this past week as well, plus windchill, so it has been bitterly cold.
At the best of times, our street cleaners do a half-assed job of street cleaning following snowfalls. This week, with a little more snow every day, they’ve done an almost completely incompetent job. I haven’t seen a dry road in days. The streets are now almost universally covered in about two inches of hard-packed snow from traffic, which has been buffed to a beautiful, icy shine so there’s little to no traction anywhere. News reports are telling us that 400 collisions a day are being reported to the police. And the city’s response so far seems to be to not even bother sanding or salting, much less plowing the snow off the frickin’ roads. On Monday, I came home to tire tracks on my fucking lawn from someone who wasn’t able to navigate the corner by our house. The street there is considerably worse now and still hasn’t been plowed or sanded (this is a fairly high traffic artery, mind you, not some wee little side street).
This is bordering on criminal negligence and I suspect that the only reason I haven’t heard of any fatalities in all these collisions is that no one can get up to a fast enough speed on these roads to do any serious harm. But sooner or later some unsuspecting pedestrian is gonna get mowed down. I hope its not me, but I also hope the family of that hypothetical pedestrian sues the living shit out of the city. Bastards.
- He even made a topical pun in his closing statement. cheer
- I guess it just wasn’t KC Masterpiece enough for him as was pointed out towards the end.
- Hi Buckeye!
I’m fully invested in rebranding this meme.
- At least we got to page 17
- Maybe he didn’t like my HA HA at the end
- Hi Buckeye!
Buckeye, buckeye, buckeye!
The sparkle has gone out of my buckeye!
[jedi mind trick and handwave] Get Up. Get Out of the House. Force yourself to exercise if you have to. [/jedi mind trick]
I hope that worked. I hope you feel better soon.
Dear Co-worker,
We’re in a cube farm. I can hear everything you say even though you’re two rows over. I can also hear your cell phone every time it rings. The first thing I do when I get to work is put my phone on vibrate, that way, no one hears it but me. It’s not difficult to figure out. If you insist on having the ringer on, maybe you could turn it down a bit? Sheesh.
You missed the part where we have had our cars hit-and-run on this street three freakin’ times in five years by people who don’t know one of the first rules of winter driving - what you can do on a straight, flat road is NOT what you can do on a hill or a curve. :mad:
Devil’s Grandmother is right - one of the parts of the treatment for depression is forcing yourself to do the healthy stuff. It’s a reverse Catch-22; once you force yourself to do something like take a walk, you start to feel a little better.
Oh, I forgot what I wanted to Pit - my supervisor at my new part-time job is a Controller. I am starting to realize that it is not a title for her but a personality. Sigh. There’s always something.
I feel your pain. Remember to check Amazon. A lot of textbooks are available, used, as consignments from other students.
Target, would it kill you to open up an express lane for those of us who just needed to get a couple of things? I seen no reason why I had to wait five minutes behind some woman who found every shirt without a price tag and decided to buy them.
You try bribing me with Tim Tams. I accept this bribe. But you need to thank the busker playing the saxophone a few shops down for really keeping the angry out of my blood.
Heeeee! I haven’t heard that phrase since I lived in Canada! Oh, how I love it! Now I feel like running off and putting on a bunnyhug and invigilating an exam, like a good keener!
Mini-rant: fecking Tetanus booster! I can’t raise my arm above my head and it’s very sore and I can’t sleep on that shoulder. And this makes me feel like a total wimp.
Oh, and, Oblivion NPCs! Cyrodiil, land of endless Botox!
featherlou, I feel for you. I worked for a Controller and barely lasted 3 months. He was actually so controlling he was bordering on practicing without a license. I told him I was licensed to practice and he was not. He was the ultimate micromanager, so I quit and turned the caseload over to him.
Maybe the silver lining is that the hours are part-time and the job does not own your soul.
At least you can recognize the behaviour and know it is not personal since it seems to be a personality attribute of the person.
Yllaria, I will check out Amazon! And capybara, I live in Canada!
No pit for me today…. Life is good.
Those motherfuckers at my work (administrative) have decided to cut almost everyone’s benefits, and justifying it by saying that you’re not working exactly 40 hours every week. We were notified today, and they changed me from full-time, 40 hours per week, to “part-time”, 36 to 40 hours a week! This means that I can still work 40 hours a week, I just won’t get full-time benefits any more! No Medical Reimbursement for you, come back next year! Bastards!
I really want to put in my notice on Monday, citing my extreme diligence and conscientiousness, all the time in the last year and a half that I’ve spent training others, and my responsibility to my family as the sole provider. Those sons of bitches- after almost 5 years of damn good service, they are fucking me. It would be a showdown for sure- I can’t imagine the doctors letting me go over some stupid shit like this. But neither am I prepared to look for another job right now. Gah!
Fuckers!