I’m going to have to seriously curb my social media time. Yesterday, less than 24 hours after Biden withdrew and backed Harris, I was receiving lots of pro and anti Harris posts as twitter/instagram desperately tried to figure out where I stood on the issue so they could target me. Where I stand is Fuck That.
A very sweet doctor who works in our department just came to ask me why he couldn’t submit his expense report that he did all by himself. My stomach clenched. This is analogous to, “Mommy, come see, I made poo!” and then you go in and see they’ve fingerpainted the walls with their own shit. Dr. Sweetheart has no idea how to follow the rules, what documentation is required, what funds to use, nothing. It’s literally my job to do this for him, but he didn’t ask me to, just went in and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It will require much time to unfuck this. 
Since he was so kind as to do this for you, maybe you could offer to do some of his doctoring for him in return.
I think that’s a great idea.
Plot twist: he’s a proctologist.
I was driving on the expressway with my windows down, and some idiot threw thier cigarette out the window and came in my window and landed on some papers in the backseat of my car and started smouldering. Ihad to get over in heavy traffic and get that out of my car before my whole car went up. I was fortunate i saw it before my car was engulfed in flames.
My wife informed me today that she was notified that my brother was let out of prison. I have to let my mom know.
I have the best family.
I have to pit myself. I know better than to engage with crazy people. I really do. And I tell myself this on a near daily basis. But today I did it, and now I regret it. Because it never goes well and I have to deal with these people regularly.
Today it was the FBI was behind the January 6 insurrection. And if you don’t believe that you know the FBI was there and they could have stopped it but didn’t.
I should have just laughed and he would have gone away, but I slipped up and pointed out the idiocy of this theory. I hope I don’t need anything work related from this guy anytime soon.
And yet here you are in the BBQ Pit.
As part of the planning for my upcoming trip, this morning I decided to check on my options for getting around Glasgow on public transit. Apparently, Glasgow has multiple bus companies, each with its own routes and fare payment system. So I need to figure out which one goes where I’m likely to want to go and how to pay fares on them. It looks like this may involve loading multiple apps on my phone. Also, it looks like the only public transit out of Glasgow Airport is FirstBus, but their website doesn’t seem to have any info on their other bus routes through the city.
(Fortunately, getting around Reykjavik looks like it’s going to be much easier. I’ve purchased a 3 day pass which not only covers bus fares but also gets me some discounts at various places.)
So I leaned over, scooped up the butt, pedaled like mad to catch up with the van, and tossed it right into the guy’s face: "Smokey the Bear says screw you!"
I didn’t realize he was driving his daughter’s girl scout troop until they all started cheering.
(Yeah, I’ve been reading too many stories online…)
Damn. My son works in a prison. From what he tells me it’s a horrible place. I hope your brother stays out. My son sees lots of guys who come right back.
…and the bicyclist’s family was very gratified that the ensuing murder was prosecuted so swiftly.
My brother is basically a lifetime criminal, a violent one, with substance abuse problems and mental illness. He and everyone else are better off where he can’t hurt himself or others and can get help. Whether that’s in prison or some other place, I dunno.
I tried helping him for many years but he’s dangerous, I cut ties with him when he literally tried to kill our mom (he attempted to strangle her). That was after I helped pay for the train ride where he traveled across the country to move back in with her. I still feel bad about that.
He has never met any of my kids or my wife. (My first wife met him but was scared of him.)
They say laughter is the best medicine.
Sometime laughing, pointing, and shouting to the whole open-plan floor that Bob is obviously an insane idiot is by far the best response.
Good on ya for trying to do the right thing.
Could be worse. In NZ they have multiple competing Post Offices. Really. Mind-bending it is.
Are you staying at a hotel? Contact them for transportation options if so. They can be really helpful in that regard, especially if you are there for a special event that a lot of people will be wanting transportation for.
You and Dane Cook should share a beer. Just don’t look at him.
“Dane Cook is Handsome” is a statement that didn’t age very well.
Dang it! Twice in one day! I’ll never learn.
There have been a few times where I’ve been sitting at a traffic light and see the driver in front of me throw a butt out the window. And I want to get out of my car, go pick it up and hand it back to them and say “Here, you dropped this.” But I never do because I’m afraid the light will change while I’m doing it. (And also because I don’t want to touch something that’s been in their mouth.)