Probably, but remember, these are women who call them “snowbabies”. I think they think there’s some magical way they can all grow up into actual babies someday. Of course, that might have been something to consider BEFORE they froze their embryos, though.
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I pit my dumbshit backdoor neighbors. Due to their inability to control their dog (shit machine!) and their child, as well as their lack of understanding of property boundaries, I’m being forced to put up a fence. I’d rather spend the money on something fun, but no, I have to spend my money so their dog doesn’t poo in my yard! :mad: And I feel like I’m shutting out my next door neighbors…they’re so nice! One next door neighbor dog-sits frequently for his son; I’ll miss being able to invite their dogs over so they could run back and forth between the two yards.
As to why I’ve never called animal control…the husband/daddy backdoor neighbor has a very nasty temper. I store vehicles outside, and I wouldn’t put it past him to attempt some kind of vandalism.
It’s worth noting that the backdoor neighbor’s yard is a postage stamp compared to mine. That’s one good point in all of this mess…I’ll finally be able to enjoy my nice, big, poo-free backyard.
There’s a reason he has to know it’s you who called? What, you’re gonna lean out the window and shout, “Hey dickshit, guess who just got your pets dragged off? Me, motherfucker!”?
I work for a radio company. (Not in a radio station, mind you, but the corporate office.) I know that pretty much no one understands how radio companies work except people who work for one. But I’m not directory assistance. I don’t know why station x isn’t in the phone book. No, I don’t know who owns it. (Well, sometimes I do, and I will tell you to look up Clear Channel or Journal.) No I don’t the number (the fuck? Why on earth would I know the number to some random radio station?). And pretty much when I say, “I don’t know. I don’t work for them,” that means you need to thank me for my time and hang up.
Any reason the new fence can’t have a double-wide gate between the two yards?
Don’t tell me I have “no idea” what something is like when you don’t know me or my past experience. Don’t pass for fact what is clearly just your opinion.
And don’t apologize for “being passionate” when all you’re really being is stubborn and bull-headed. “Passionate” is having facts, figures, and documentation to support your assertions. Bull-headed is telling me that even if the president of the company requests you to perform a part of your job (that is standard operating procedure anywhere else in the world).
You can’t take a stand on your perceived moral high-ground when your stand is unfounded, ungrounded and clearly just an attempt to weasel out of additional responsibility.
About 12 years ago, my dumbshit neighbors had an ill-kept dog that they would tie outside (without food or water) overnight when they went out on all-night benders. Fucker would jump their fence and wander the neighborhood too. When I/we finally got tired enough of it, and the police got tired enough of it, I was told to have six other neighbors sign a petition and Animal Control would come out and take the dog.
Our ever-so-helpful AC people were more than happy to tell those neighbors exactly who had started the petition and who had signed it.
Really made me regret the day it jumped their fence directly in front of my car and, damn my automatic reflexes, I locked up my brakes and missed the damned thing.
I’m pretty sure I’m the only neighbor who has actually complained (through the homeowner’s association). And Animal Control (or it might be the town – I’m not really clear on this one) will just fine the owners. I’m sure the actual call would be kept anonymous, I’m pretty sure the neighbors would be able to figure it out.
Sadly, homeowner’s regulations tell me where I can put the gates. That would be an awesome solution though.
I’ve been struggling with one injury/soreness after the other this year, and as my back stops hurting, my other shoulder starts (I have one frozen shoulder). I reached behind me yesterday, and it felt a little uncomfortable after that; sleeping on it was painful last night (and so is the other shoulder), and today it’s just aching, along with my neck and back around it. I watched a show last night with a young girl who has muscular dystrophy and scoliosis; I should remember people like her when my series of one little, irritating injury after the next is getting me down.
So, get one of those invisible fences, and present your neighbors with the matching collar for their fine handsome doggie. You don’t have to tell them that every time the dog steps across the wire the collar will shock him. 
And see if they also make charm bracelets so you can give one to their kid…
Okay, you’re sitting at your desk. Your ten inch high pile of documents to sign is eighteen-fucking-inches away from your elbow. Why in the name of Saint Swithin do you email me to ask “Do I have any of ‘X’ type documents to sign?” And why in the name of Saint Swithin’s brother do you do so when you have someone in your office so I can’t go look for you??
If you’d let me keep giving you a morning recap (You have four of ‘X’ type documents, seven of 'Y" type documents, five expense reports all to sign by ‘Z’ date) you’d fucking know if you had any ‘X’ type documents. But no, one reminder a day was nagging, I had to stop.
Then STFU to me when your boss hammers you for not signing shit. Not my fault.
Is Andrew your boss? Cuz he’s certainly acting like he wants you to be his mom!
Sorry, left part of it out in my rantiness.
Follow-up:
Ok, so you came in to my cubicle today to apologize for your behavior. I appreciate you asking for an apology. But be a man - don’t sit there all weepy eyed and then when I accept your apology - don’t hang around uncomfortably.
Yes, you did in fact make statements to me that were very, very stupid given the economy. And yes, I did have to discuss your decision to refuse to comply with my boss, because it affects our ability to move forward on this project. No, I’m not trying to get you in trouble - I’m trying to solve the problem.
So you can apologize and I will take it as heartfelt, but if it doesn’t fix the problem, then it’s not rocket science, we still have a problem.:smack:
Thank you for playing. Take your tissues, rice-a-roni, and turtle wax and get out of my cube. I’ve got work to do!
Not my son, thank Og.
Update: I replied to his email that I had given him ‘X’ type document on ‘Y’ date and had not received it back. (This does not mean that he did not give it to someone else to process.)
His visitor left, I walked into his office, third document down in the stack was the ‘X’ type document. The top two documents were offset so that the words ‘X Type Document’ could be seen from where he was sitting. I pulled it out of the stack, handed it to him, turned around and walked out.
:rolleyes: Oy vey!
My mini-rant(s) for the day:
I just went and got my hair cut the other day. Was really very very clear about what I wanted. What I got? Not even close. To make things worse, there is a particular way of cutting my hair that makes my hair look like shit. It creates a… divot?.. in my hair. So of course, that’s the way it’s cut.
Also, Jimmy John’s fucking sucks. I just had the worst tuna salad sandwich I have ever had in my entire 41 years on this earth.
Oh, see, he was waiting for you to apologize and explain that you now accepted his point of view, and that he was right all along. He was hoping that with some moping and hanging around, you’d finally spit out your apology.
The only problem with that is that he had already admitted that I had said or done nothing wrong. And I accepted that too.
Appropriately, those divots are called “niblets.”
I bestow upon thee title of Most Favoritist.