“Prolly.” It started with “prolly.” And I realized that having it typed at me shouldn’t bother me, when for whatever reason I was never much bothered by “dunno,” for instance.
Now I have one dizzy friend whose online conversations are littered with these goo-goo verbal bastards. When he’s hungry, he has a “sammy,” but usually not for “brekkie.” He types on his “puter.”
I ignore it, but it makes me nausie.
It’s called a clock.
Generally, when people are sleeping it’s considered poor manners to go around dragging heavy furniture through the public areas of an apartment building, during those hours when most people (those following the diurnal cycle) are asleep. In fact there are various nuisance laws through the majority of the US and Canada making such behavior illegal.
So, look at the fucking clock before you go dragging your latest trash diving treasures back to your apartment! If it is one AM the people who’s apartment doors you’re screeching that piece of junk past might not be too happy to see it. Or especially hear it.
Fucking twit. (I don’t think he’s a thief, considering that I’ve seen him around the building, going in and out, for the past several weeks, now. But if this goes on, I will make a call…)
Mr.stretch is trying to make me kill him. Yesterday morning he came up and started talking about how much better Obama started doing with ‘everybody’ (read white folks :mad: ) after they muzzled his wife. I just looked at him and then he said:
“Well, it’s true. She was getting pretty uppity.”
Og dammit!
I just looked at him for a minute. Then he said, “What?” in that stupid, ‘I couldn’t possibly have said something to offend you’ tone. I said coldly, “I don’t appreciate your use of the word uppity” and walked out of the room.
Uppity?!? Fuck me sideways, could he have picked a more loaded word? He’s having a mixed episode right now, and obviously he wants to fight with someone, and I’m not having it. Stupid prejudiced husband…
Not to defend your husband’s attitude, but I’m sick of this attitude. “Uppity” is a perfectly good word and the best descriptor for many of the patrons that I have to deal with at work all the time. But I can’t use the word “uppity”, but of all the unneeded racial baggage it has.
And it annoys the hell out of me.
Sorry, that was me. I like country music. 
Seriously, though, my work vehicle is mine. As in, it’s assigned to me to use all week long. No one else uses it. I have the radio stations set to what my partner and I like. I understand that sometimes my vehicle needs to be put in service overnight or on the weekend. Really, I do.
But dammit, when I come in and find someone else has used it, why the hell are all the presets (FM1 and FM2) all set to the same hard rock station? Do you really need 12 buttons set to that one station? You couldn’t tune in that station manually, and then just leave it there? Why screw around with my presets?
And while we’re on the subject, if you use my vehicle, empty your trash. I don’t need to get in and discover someone ate part of a tuna fish sandwich, and left the rest in the trash can to stink the whole thing up.
And fill it up with gas. We’re not supposed to leave them with less than three-quarters of a tank. Why do I always come in on Monday and find it nearly on empty?
And stop erasing addresses from my GPS. What in Og’s name possessed you to hit the ‘Clear All’ button?
This was found at my worksite the other day. I’m thinking .32 caliber. Judging from the squashed nose on an otherwise undamaged slug, one assumes it was fired more or less straight up in the air, before finally coming to rest on my facility. I suspect with sufficient force to cause some mild distress if anyone had been standing underneath.
Now, I can understand the burning need to fire your crappy weapons in the air every once in awhile as an expression of high spirits, or even just out of boredom. Or…wait…no, I can’t! You fucking morons. Do you even understand how gravity works?
This is why I will no longer work the 4th of July or New Year’s Eve at my job.
I head into the bathroom at work - 4 stalls. I’m almost in the last one, preparing for my “library time” in the empty bathroom.
A co-worker I don’t know all that well sees me and starts a conversation while she pees. :rolleyes: I give minimal answers, waiting for her to leave. She won’t shut up!!! She finally leaves, but my time has passed. I’m a bit uptight about talking in the bathroom, and my body will refuse to cooperate.
Leave me alone when I’m in the stall!!!
Stretch, despite some who want to pretend otherwise, “uppity” is definitely a loaded word in this case, especially when there are plenty of other words and phrases that could describe what they think they are describing.
I suspect, in addition to whatever marital issues may exist att he moment,* your husband knows exactly what he’s doing and is trying to push some buttons with you, whether they’re dierectly related to opinions on the elections or proxy for some deeper issue involving your marrieage. Keep that in mind, take a deep breath and continue to speak you piece when prompted.
My tiny rant is people who steal or take things. Why. Its just shitty to do to someone else and really time consuming to have to deal with multiple insurance companies, and recover/rebuy everything. In the last month I’ve had an expensive computer, window smashed out of back, camera and the bag stolen out of a secure parking garage from the trunk in my home. And now on the weekend, my Bose QQ2’s have been taken again from the airport. They returned the bag with the pregnancy pillow but ofcourse my headphones that were in there were not returned. This is the second time at the airport that the headphones where taken. Anyhow off the airport to get my wedge pillow. I have since installed lojack on all the laptops just to see if we can catch these people who steal.
If someone gives you advice on how to deal with your neighbors, don’t call back and continue to go on about said neighbors and then state you chose not to follow advice.
My moms’ neighbors are relatively new to the country. The owners of the house have been here 5 or so years, but they’ve brought in some extended family from Somalia. Those recently in the country are having a very difficult time dealing with the change from their country to suburbia, I’m thinking. Mom has spoken with the father of the household multiple times about EVERYONE urinating and defecating in the yard. Man, woman, child - doesn’t matter. They will lay their clothes out to dry all over the lawn (including over where they have gone to the bathroom). There is a little boy who likes to throw rocks ay my mom and my grandneice, despite being told not to. The little boy also steals from my moms’ yard. His older cousins have taught him a wonderful English phrase “Fuck you” which he shouts at the top of his lungs if anyone looks at him crossways. Now it appears that the little boy and his mother are sleeping in the garden shed. WTF? No window, no ventilation. They seem to have no garbage service, causing my mom to not be able to open the windows due to the stench.
Mom asks me and my sister what she should do. We tell her to call the non-emergency police number to file an unsafe house report, or call housing. I will, I will. Then she doesn’t.
So I’m calling for her. When did I become the parent?
Oh, I hear ya! One year, the party was at an indoor playground. I had exactly x+1 goody bags, x being the kids who had RSVPed (including my own two).
Well, one family showed up with their kid, without RSVPing. No problem, that’s what the “+1” was for. Then another family who had RSVPed, came with the boy’s slightly older, and developmentally delayed, sister in tow. Now, she was more than welcome to participate - wasn’t a big deal to just pay for one more admission + tokens - but I didn’t have a spare goody bag and how could I not give her one; she wouldn’t have understood.
Fortunately, my own daughter was young enough at the time that we were able to distract her when the goody bags were given out.
Now my own contribution. Grocery carts. Hey people, they are not equipped with homing signals and motors. If you leave them in the parking lot, they will not magically get out of the way of cars. Not even when you leave them in the middle of the parking space. Now, part of the blame must be shared by the grocery store management, which has chosen to not provide corrals in the lot, or a helper to load the cars at the curb, so it’s faster and easier to take the cart out to your car rather than risk a 10-minute backup at the curbside pickup spot Which of course is occupied mostly by people parked (illegally) while someone runs inside the store “just for a minute”. But your laziness in refusing to return the cart means the parking space is useless for another customer until the store personnel does their hourly sweep to collect the carts. But that’s OK, you saved 45 whole seconds!
