…so I’ll get things started.
Thanks, Mr. Harris County Sheriff’s Deputy, for tailgating me all the way down I-45 while yakking away on your cell phone. Way to lead by example, dude.
It’s a holiday Monday and it’s going to literally, rain on the parade. Not that I was going to the parade, anyway, but still. I also seem to have caught a sunburn on my back and shoulders which my husband saw developing and didn’t think to point out to me so I could have slathered on some sunscreen, come inside, or covered up. Grr.
Also, I’m not skinny yet, despite upping my intake of fruit and veg.
WTF is wrong with people bitching about not getting the amount they “expected” on their “stimulus check”? Some chick was in the break room complaining because she “only got $1200” I asked her what she meant by “only” and she explained to me (oh so slowly, as I am apparently retarded) that she and her husband have a child, so they were “supposed to get $1500.” I explained to her that “up to $600 pp” != “absolutely $600 pp” and she continued to pout. She then went on to talk about how she “had better get the full $1500 next year.” :rolleyes:
Dear Cthulhu, why can’t I just kill them?
What is up with my sudden bouts of insomnia? It’s never been a problem before, but in the last few weeks it’s been hell getting to sleep at least three nights out of the week. And it’s been hell trying to do my job, since I write and edit for a living and my brain feels like it’s wrapped in cotton after a sleepless night.
Aargh!
This fucking rain is some sort of fucking conspiracy. My Sunday afternoon softball season is now four weeks old. We have played once.
On the three other occasions, a full week of glorious sunny weather has been followed by a massive downpour somewhere between Friday night and Sunday morning, rendering our poorly-drained fields completely unplayable.
I shit you not. Every week has had beautiful sunny days in the mid-70s from Monday to Friday, and then driving rain just in time to fuck up the softball schedule. Yesterday, the rain waited until two hours before game time, then completely soaked the fields, making the outfield slippery and the infield a muddy death trap.
I love playing softball. I look forward to it all week. When it gets canceled due to rain, it ruins my whole weekend.
Fuck SQL Injection. Fuck it to hell. It is wasting my time big time. It sucks double because the stupid hackers who are doing it suck, and I suck for letting it happen in the first place.
I have a cold. Not sick enough to really warrant sympathy, but a miserable cold. To cope, I am taking cold medicine (Dayquil Liquicaps). Because of those I am now tired, woozy and slightly stoned. At work. Babbling.
The plus side is that I did a stream-of-consciousness bit of work to plan out our marketing plan for Q3 & Q4 and it is fantastic. Maybe I do my creative work better when under the influence…
Friends… Please… If you’re going to invite me over to be social, and have shown, in the past, that you don’t believe just sitting a computer playing video games is ‘social’…
Please, please PLEASE don’t invite me over to -watch- you sit there and play video games. If that is indeed what you want to invite me over for, tell me that, and not that we’re going to be doing something else. Please? For my own sanity?
My employer has just instituted the most infuriately overcomplicated timekeeping system. I’d really like to know how much the software developer for this baby kicked back to whoever was in charge of making this decision.
If I was exempt (as I should be) it would be okay, but for some reason this position isn’t, even though it requires a graduate degree and a bunch of experience. So I get all of the responsibilities of an exempt employee, but I still have to physically clock in and out four times a day. And the grants can’t pay me for over 40 hours a week, so no matter what times I actually work, I have to watch the clock and make sure I don’t go 5 minutes over. Not to mention having to clock in and out after no more than 4 hours for exactly 30 minutes of lunch, so the powers that be know I’m taking that legally mandated lunch time (which I usually don’t.)
It all makes me feel like a kid again—a kid flipping burgers.
I really really hope this goes down in flames soon.
OK, I know it’s just a birthday party for a 6-year-old at the local park, not dinner with the Queen, but would it fucking kill you to RSVP rather than just show up?? You want to bring all of the invitee’s siblings, sure no problem. Just fucking tell me in advance so I (A) know how much food to get (B) know how many favors to provide.
Why did you have to wait so long to eat? Oh I don’t know, maybe because the pizza I ordered was all eaten by the 14 people who showed up without saying anything so I had to order more pizza an hour into the party.
Why did I run out of cake plates so you had to eat off of a napkin? Cause I didn’t know you and all your spawn were coming.
Why did some families have each kid get a goody bag and I limited your offsprings’ loot to the actual invitee? Sorry I had to tell them “no” and look like I changing the rules. Did you want me to be honest and say “Sorry, no toy for you, your parents are too stupid/rude/lazy to pick up the phone/send an email to let me know you were coming.” I prepared 4 extra bags. I didn’t expect 9 extra kids.
Yeah I know what you were thinking, “One more won’t matter”… Well, when 4 families pull that, then it adds up and it does matter.
I have a friend just like this and it has come to the point were we don’t really hang out anymore becuase he only has a few nights a week free and on those nights he raids in World of Warcraft.
It wasn’t that bad at first but I shit you not the last ten times we have hung out it was at his place and very soon into my visit he has to go riad and he always invites me to watch. The first couple of times I did for about a half an hour before I left. After that I’d go in to his room for 5 minutes and then go back out and hang out with his roommates.
This is how it would go down. I’d call him up and ask what he’s got going on and see if he wants to hang out and he’d say he’s busy that night but tomorrow he has nothing going on. Cool, says I. I’ll be over tomorrow.
I go over and we hang out out in the back drinking a beer and then about an hour into that he’d say, “Oh well it’s time to run Tempest Keep, you wanna watch?” And I would say ok and sit there for a little bit and then get up and go back out into the living room with his three roommates and then we’d play cards or watch a movie. After several hours and it’s starting to get late I’d say goodbye to everyone and swing by his room on the way out and say goodbye and then go home.
The last time I was over at his house was almost 3 months ago and after watching him play for 5 minutes and spending the rest of the evening with his roommates I didn’t even say goodbye when I left to go home. And I have only talked to him on the phone twice since then.
Watching you play video games is not what I would call “fun” or “hanging out”. I could be home playing my own video games or hanging out with someone I can actually hold a conversation with or go out and do something with.
And Litoris it’s because of people like your coworker, who just need to die every once in awhile, that I bought this shirt, “Cthulu for President” because sometimes you need Cthulu to wipe out the stupids now and again.
My sister is slowly moving out. Very slowly. On Saturday she took the trashcans. YES, just the trashcans. And she didn’t even take all the bags out to the dumpster. I swear, when I go on a homicidal rampage, it will be HER FAULT.
I hadn’t heard about this before, so I read up a little on it and, I’ve just gotta say thanks for your efforts, 'cause this sounds like just about the single most boring thing to have to deal with that I’ve ever heard of.
Old fuckity fucks with nothing else to do but obsess over your medical diagnoses:
If you want your results, just call and say that you’d like a call back with your biopsy results. When you call and say that you want your results, and if you don’t get them today you’re going to another doctor, and they just came in and this is your first call, it does nothing to further your relationship with your doctor or his staff. The doctor announced today that he will start purging his patient list of hateful old cranks like you because he can’t take it anymore. Bye!
While I’m usually based at a hospital, I occasionally work at a surgery center in rotation with colleagues.
They have us working out of a converted storage room with the sign “Soiled Utility” on the door.
I feel dirty. 
I have a friend who does the sames thing. He nags me for weeks to go and see him, but when I do go he plays on his computer. I wouldn’t mind this too much if it was games that I liked, I don’t mind watching whilst we chat. Unfortunately he has a lot of games that I don’t like. This is after he’s finished watching whatever tv show he has on when I arrive. The most annoying thing though is that he’ll ask me to go down really early so that I can stay longer, but then he asks me to leave after a couple of hours.
To the kittens next door: yeah, you’re really cute and all, but keep messing up my pepper plants and there’s gonna be trouble.
I am a student.
If I go the computer labs in my university library one more time looking for a computer to use for the purposes of study and find that every other fucking machine is occupied by a Facebook user I am going to bring forth my wrath with such a ferocity that no living creature not sealed in a sub-terrainian bunker will survive.
I will scorch and befoul the planet with my fury.
There are a few hundred computers made available to students. I see practically every other monitor displaying the now familiar Facebook page format. I see many students waiting - like myself - with armfuls of paper, lecture notes and textbooks indicating to me at least their likely intention to use the computer for study.
But what are several hundred other students doing? Why, they’re fucking about on Facebook, of course.
Why should those of us trying to study, work and learn have to wait behind some arsehole who just HAS to update his goddamn relationship status right NOW? Nobody. Fucking. Cares. Your crappy excuse for a social life is not this important. Do this shit on your own computer.
The amount of time these numbfucks can spend updating their profiles and checking everybody else’s and leaving messages and poking people and whatever other shit Facebook has decided to tell them is cool and fun - is almost inconceivable to me. Clinging to their electronic social lives like lonely molluscs.
Get the fuck over yourselves and get the fuck off the university computers so someone with more than a small, starving colony of brain cells can use it for something approaching worthwhile.
Plus, it’s really fucking cold.
There’s a job fair today. I don’t have high hopes for it, but I figure I should look in and see what’s going. You never know. There might be something good. I don’t even mind that my right knee hurts. It tends to do that and I’m used to it. What’s bothering me is the low level bug I got last week seems to have resurfaced, complete with a bit of nausea. I’m still going and I’ve gotten a job when I’ve been in worse shape. I just wish I felt better.
If you have a problem with my paper, take the problem to me, not my adviser. It’s called common courtesy. If you had told me, I would have corrected the problem and sent out an apologetic email, and it would have been fine. Instead, you talk to him, and he has to send out a chastising email to me (cc’d to you and my other committee member) because, as we both know, he fucked up, too. So, now I’m embarrassed and stressed out (I thought I was done with this thing!), and I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I had finally thought I’d convinced him of my competence. Argh!