Fuck you King County Metro.* I realize you had to suspendsome routes because of the weather. But did it occur to you to maybe take some of those busses and double up on the “critical” routes? There is simply no excuse to wait for an hour for a bus in the snow when you have tons of idle busses and drivers.
Oh and fuck you too city of Seattle. You realize the Puget Sound is fucking salt water don’t you? So I highly doubt you’ll foul up the salmon run by adding a little more salt to the salt water.
*Anti-rant to the Metro drivers: you guys are doing a great job and thank you for getting my wet cranky ass to work.
Be careful disparaging bacon on The Dope. Bacon is serious business here.
I have sock-seam sore patches on the tips of my toes and it happens every freaking winter. It hurts to walk, damnit.
I wear either fairly thin trouser socks or opaque tights under slacks in winter because they’re warm. But just about every brand made, at least for women, has a seam in the toes that hit right on the toe tips or right under. It’s usually impossible to tug enough slack so the seam doesn’t rub because shoving feet into boots just yanks the fabric tight again. So now there are tiny near-blistered spots rubbed on the tips of two toes on each foot. Those little cushiony pad things you cut out and stick on for blisters even rubbed awry when I walked so then I had these nasty little lumpish things floating around near my arches where they just about drove me nuts.
Okay, this is the miniest of mini-rants but I hate this.
"Hi, I’m Kelly. I’m an Insight customer. With my old phone plan, I had to pay for the time I spent on the phone. If I talked an hour, I paid for an hour.
Now with Insight’s flat fee, I can talk as much as I want and not pay extra! I can talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab talk blab talk blab talk blab talk blab talk blab talk blab talk blab talk blab any random thought that pops into my empty head at any time any place whenever I feel like it and not have to pay for it, until everyone around me screams from the pain of having to hear my stupid witless banal comments in an endless loop!
I love Insight!! Thank you thank you thank you!!!"
I’m busily planning my mid-life crisis these days, and that crisis will include trading my aging, extremely fuel-efficient, completely gutless Tercel in for something much more fun. I’d look at the new Celica, except Toyota, in it’s wisdom, discontinued that car a couple years ago. So after some careful analysis of the sports cars in my price bracket, I’m narrowed down to things like the Mustang, the new Camaro, and the Hyundai Tiburon. Sure, the Tiburon is woefully underpowered for what is supposedly a performance car. On the other hand, they’re very inexpensive and Hyundai has developed a very good record in recent years for reliability (this may be a mid-life crisis car, but I still can’t shake my natural lean towards practicality).
So yesterday we went to the local Hyundai dealer to take a Tiburon out for a test drive. The lot was virtually deserted, so I figured prospects were good for getting some attention from a someone looking to make a post-Christmas deal. Well, after wandering around the lot for a good 20 minutes, without a salesperson anywhere to be found, we left, my interest in a drive still unsatisfied. Instead, we drove a couple blocks over to a Ford dealership. We hadn’t been there for 45 seconds when a sales guy came hustling out of the building to offer us some help. And a short while after that, we were running a spiffy charcoal-grey Mustang around the snowy streets of our town, seeing how the little hot rod handled cornering and breaking on ice (which it did much better than I expected).
We have tried a number of times to buy a Hyundai – when we bought my wife’s Corolla, we went to Hyundai on three separate occasions to purchase an Elantra and were thwarted each time (“Oh, that deal we talked about yesterday? We don’t do that anymore. And that ad in the paper? Ha! Ha! We don’t even carry that model of car – that was just a lie to get you in here to buy a much more expensive car.”). And this most recent experience has pretty much convinced me that they’re just not worth the hassle, no matter how low their prices go.
Fuck you Hyundai. You’ve damn near convinced me to do the unthinkable and go buy a domestic. You suck and you’ll never get a penny out of me.
To the cute girl from my first post in this thread:
You have left me baffled. I like you, and you are very friendly and interesting. You show every sign of liking me as well. We have a tenative agreement to a date tomorrow because you said you had something to do this evening, and I didn’t want to go out and make you have to keep an eye on the clock the entire time so you wouldn’t be late. That would have been unfair to you. So, if you don’t work tomorrow, we said we’d go somewhere. And I would like that, but at the same time would have no problem meeting another day if you do. I’m quite passive when it comes to things like that, so I can basically go off whatever times you have free.
But please, please e-mail me one way or the other? Because as it is I’m sitting here waiting to see what’s going to happen and a bit restless as a result.
Would you please make sure that the required online training class is actually working before you send the email to all the transitioning employees telling them that they have to take aformentioned training?
Do we really have to go over this again?
When the elevator doors open, the Waiting-For-The-Elevator people wait. You let the people already on the elevator get off first, then you get on. And stop with the Drama Queen gasp and look of shock when the Already-On-The-Elevator people call you on it.
I pit Wal-Mart for putting out Valentine’s Day merchandise the day after Christmas.
On the other hand, I praise Wal-Mart for their employee Robert. We were looking for an item that it seemed they didn’t carry, asked Robert, he said he thought they didn’t have it, looked for it, said no, so we walked away into another department. He continued to look, found it, and *looked for us *until he found us to give it to us. We told the store manager, too.
Well, this job is over. I was just chastized for doing my job instead of staring off into space because of lack of work - the duty I took the initiative to work on was something that my supervisor had said I would have to look at some day. I thought when I had nothing better to do would be a good time to do it - apparently not. Apparently, if she doesn’t specifically assign a task, I am not to do anything.
Oh yeah, I was also chastized this morning for taking two minutes to make my job easier. Again, not specifically assigned, so I wasn’t supposed to do it. I’m too old and experienced for this shit. She needs some 18 year old without a clue who will enjoy being micro-managed.
Give me back my damn fortunes!!! Who the hell thought it was a good idea to stop putting actual fortunes in fortune cookies?! My coworkers and I have been griping about this for a while because the place next door doesn’t seem to provide real fortunes anymore. Example? Today, I got, “You have a strong desire to maintain peace.”
What. The. Fuck?! That’s not a fortune! And thanks to you, you lazy no-fortune providing bastards, the statement isn’t even true anymore! Gah!
What a night. After several weeks of DarkPhoenix working like a dog (so he’s stressed), and therefore me being a quasi-single parent (so I’m stressed), and our five year old being off school, after being back only two weeks since her last - 4 week! - break (so she’s stressed from being bored, and I’m more stressed from taking care of twice the kids during the day), us parents came down with this crappy cold. It’s not the flu, because there’s no fever, and we can still somewhat function, but it’s almost as bad. Yesterday I was hoarse enough it was hard to understand me, and we both felt like utter crap.
Of course, that was the night the baby wound up staying up for two solid hours crying inconsolably. Probably because she’s getting about six teeth at once. We took turns trying to get her to sleep until about midnight. Did I mention that my cough medicine seems to have inhibited my letdown? So not only was she nursing weird because her mouth hurt (and btw decided to try biting me once), but it was even harder than normal for her to get milk. Did nothing to improve her demeanor.
At 3:00 she woke up again. It was pretty chilly upstairs. I went to turn up the heat, and the thermostat’s battery had died. :mad: Went to the battery bucket . . . and we were out of AAs. Ah! There are rechargeable AAs in the charger - they’ve been in there for months! So I pry the cover off the thermostat, which makes a giant cracking noise, only feet from my sleeping five year old. But she slept through it. Put in the rechargeables, snap on the cover with a slightly less ear-shattering noise - and the fucking batteries were dead.
At that point, I was like, “Really, Universe? REALLY?!”
Luckily the baby slept till 6:45 even though it was a little cold. Today has been a bit better. Though I was completely mute for the first half of the day.
Well, you can still do the “between the sheets” game with silly statements like that. “You have a strong desire to maintain peace BETWEEN THE SHEETS!” Hahahahahahahahaha!
I have a cut on the bottom of my foot from stepping on and breaking a plastic tray that should have been in the trash rather than the floor in front of the bed. It’s my own fault for leaving it around, but it hurts
