95% of the time is better than no percent of the time? No?
True. Ditto driving - you can curse the assholes around you, but every very great once in a while, YOU’RE the asshole.
<Dire Straits> Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug … </Dire Straits>
Oh, and while I’m here: a very hearty “fuck you!” to the asswipe who left so much space between him and the car in front of him that I a) could have parallel parked in the space, prolly while drunk and without my glasses, and b) cost me sitting through an extra two cycles of that (very long) light.
I was trying to be EARLY to work. Didn’t happen.
A few petty rants, since the cats won’t listen to me:
Child, I love you. Out of love, I agreed to cease making snarky comments about your waste of flesh boyfriend. I have never liked this kid, you know that. His family has made bitchy comments about you (who knew dying your hair made you a slut?) while standing in their glass house full of fuckupedness. Now, the second time in two weeks, he’s broken a promise to you. You say you can’t trust him. Quit crying and dump his scrawny teenaged ass, then! Geez! You’re not tethered to him, for fuck’s sake! And quit moaning to me about how miserable he’s making you (reminder: HE’S not making you miserable, you’re allowing him to make yourself miserable) when I can’t make comments about it per that no-snark promise. Feh.
Brother-in-law: You’re a jackass. I agreed to [a deal] with the sole agreement that some of the proceeds would go to putting in stairs at the cabin. The hill is a bitch and a half, and Mom is not getting any younger. So far, you and my nephews have spent 80% of the money for your cabin in the woods, leaving little to build stairs. I’ve researched what type of stairs would be best, talked to a few people who have a clue. Sans poured concrete, the best idea is deeply staking ties. Not these piddly pavers that you think will withstand the weather. And you’re SO fucking proud you spent $10 for 20. 20 will not get us very far. And when you tell me how much you spent on insulation, flooring, electricity for your shack in the woods? Gah. When I commented that I didn’t believe HIS plans for the stairs was in line to what would work best, I was informed that HE knows better. Why, because you have a dick? And then to snark that I’m the one all hung up on stairs at the cabin so I should just be happy he’s doing SOMETHING? Kiss my dimpled white ass, fucktard. The first good rain and those pavers ae going to be in the lake.
And to myself: Never spend good money on asshat coworkers. Sent an email Tuesday, stating I would be bringing pastries (not convenience store donuts, faboo pastries) yesterday. ONE coworker showed up. Myself = moron
If they’re anything like the majority of my coworkers, they will actually turn their noses up at faboo goodies and go for the cheap shit instead. I learned that after the first company lunch I had to attend…the yummy cookies I brought from a very nice store sat uneaten, while the crappy bagged store-brand ones were gone in minutes.
Half my co-workers are on liquid diets. Virtually all of them are on appetite suppressants that make them behave like raging bitches. Unless I want to hear a constant litany of, “Oh, but I can’t eat that! Why are you trying to sabotage my diet?!” I no longer bring in any type of food unless the company is paying me to do so. And when I do, I don’t offer it to them.
The other half of the people I work with used to do food days. Key words are used to because of above-mentioned raging bitches.
That’s because you haven’t met me in meatspace, where I swear like sailors only wish they could. I started using online services (NOT internet services) back when swearing even mildly could get you suspended or banned. And by “mild swearing” I mean hell or damn. I was on QuantumLink, USVideotel, and AOL. I was even a mod on AOL, both on the old SDMB and on the videogaming forum.
It’s PayPal. It deserves any bad language I throw its way.
I feel lucky. Most of us at work are vegetarians and vegans, but we EAT. A bunch of foodies, we are.
Actually, I usually print out the shopping lists, and I have various reminder notes on the computer. This is because I will make mistakes, scratch them out, and then scribble again. My handwriting has always sucked. You know how a lot of tween and teen girls will sit and practice their penmanship? That was never me. Instead, I’d sit and try to figure out how to eliminate strokes in handwriting, such as the upstroke on the starting b, t, a, and whatever. This means, when I write a check, it’s often really not legible at all. So I have to void it and write out another one, which holds up the line even further. So I try to avoid writing checks at all.
I want to know what’s happening with Sattua. Is there a baby? Did she kill the fucktards she worked with? No news is no news, and I’m nosy.
I want the cold weather to come back. My house is muggy and the mosquitoes are still getting in, even though we re-screened the windows. And now when I take a shower I can’t seem to dry off properly and I sit here feeling dewey and grosser than I did before I took the shower. It’s only 75°. This is going to be a loooooooong summer.
I spent 2 years in speech therapy as a kid to get rid of the lisp. Two days with a flipper and now my lisp is back. I really hope it goes away as I get used to wearing this thing. If I didn’t want to keep the teeth from shifting, I’d just walk around with a gap.
April 28, job interview: “We’ll let you know in about two weeks.” So, with no word, I called on Tuesday afternoon. Only minor attitude directed at me for calling in (I was polite and I expressed patience, but you know, YOU are the ones who volunteered the two-week deadline, and I waited 3½ before calling). “We’re expecting a decision this week, but we will let everyone know.” Okay, well, tomorrow’s Friday, no word yet, and I don’t feel like I can call back until Tuesday at the earliest. Come on, guys!
It’s 12:00 midnight here - if I was asleep, I surely would not have appreciated the tiny-dicked fella who just roared his car past my house. This is a residential neighbourhood, fool - take your racing idiocy out to a highway (where, hopefully, the police will arrest you).
At work today, a lady called asking us to find out when was the last time one of our couriers had picked up or dropped off anything at their office. We started checking logs, phoning couriers, etc. I asked to call the lady back after we had investigated further, and she mentioned in passing (!) that she was really just looking for a certain specimen. Oh! You mean you could just give us a name and we could tell you in two seconds whether or not we have it?! What’s wrong with just asking what you really want to know, FFS?
Last night, left front end starts making a sound. I get home, pull the tire, can’t see what might be causing it.
Today, going to work, it gets worse.
Tonight, I have no choice but to drive about 15 miles to cash my paycheck after work. There are no check cashing places in the city I live in and Walmart won’t cash my company’s checks for some damned reason.
It gets worse.
It is my gaming night, and that is practically on my way home (like 1 mile out of the way) from the check cashing place. So I go gaming.
Driving home was a frightening experience.
I have no money to get this fixed. I cannot afford to take the time off to do it either, let alone the idea that if I call in sick tomorrow or Tuesday, I will forfeit the day of Holiday pay for Monday, costing me double.
This fucking sucks.
Can you get a ride from someone?
FUCKING LUG NUTS!!
Ok, as I said, I polled the tire Thursday night. Two of the lug nuts were finger loose to take off, but not ‘loose’. When I put it back on, I tightened it fairly well.
Apparently something happened, or someone was messing with my tire, because it was bad Friday during the day. When I stopped at the check cashing place, three of them were finger loose and I cranked them down, but I didn’t jack up the car to do it, so maybe the tire was a little off-canter.
Today I got up a half hour early, took a quick shower and ran down to the parking garage to thoroughly dismantle and inspect everything. Two of the lug nuts were finger loose. I checked everything else out, found nothing, and made damned sure to correctly position and crank down the lug nuts.
No noise, no vibration all day.
So either someone loosened the lug nuts both wednesday and thursday night, or they were loosening themselves. I’ll check them again tomorrow, and if they are loose, I’ll clamp them down hard and them mark their position with a grease pencil and see if that position changes overnight to monday with the car not moving.
Hey, that’s a GOOD thing - problem fixed without costing you a bundle! I hope it was just a fluke and not someone messing with your car.
Fuck off Baptist church dude. Thanks for the pamphlet but I don’t want to go to your church. If i really wanted to go I’d get my ass out of bed and go.
Yes I answered the door, because I know you can see me sitting here at the desk, with the curtains and a window open. You can’t have my number because i don’t want to give it to you. I know where all the churches are here but, seriously, I’ve made no effort to attend services since 1994.
I am just on the verge of being really rude to you and the Jehovah’s Witnesses. I don’t know why I can’t do it. Next time I’ll sit here and not even open the door.
I should totally go into the sign business.
“No Solicitors
No Witnessing”
It’s fucking snowing. Need I go on?