I've had enough with that name!

So, I was in a four year marriage with this woman named Rita.

It was a bad marriage. She was a very selfish person (both in and out of the bedroom), she cheated on me online, and – the dealbreaker – didn’t want anything to do with my daughter (from marriage #1).

So. Last year we had hurricane Rita. I had my own **personal **hurricane Rita that cleaned out 1/2 of everything I had.

Fast forward to now.
I just switched jobs. I’m a programmer, so the standard practice is to work for a contracting company who whores you out to a business for 90 days until you roll over permanent.

Get this: The contracting company’s name RITA technology services.

Would somebody please just shoot me?

Sit back, relax, have a Margar… Mai Tai.

And avoid Meter Maids.

And stop getting married. Every few years, just find a woman you hate, and buy her a house. Skip the in between.

Damn you. Damn you to Hell! I came here specifically to make that very joke.

shakes puny fist at Daithi Lacha

Or he could try some Rita - lin.

Well be glad you don’t live around here in Ohio where EVER FRICKIN’ YEAR you’d have to pay the Regional Income Tax Agency.

Just pray they don’t send you up to metro Cleveland for a project, where the local community taxes are processed by the Regional Income Taxing Authority (known only by its acronym).

That will teach me to answer a homework question after composing a post and before hitting Submit.

My work here is done. Up, up and AWAYYYyyyyyy!

I had a similar (though less serious) situation with a couple of Michaels back in the day. I am no longer allowed to pursue any relationships with someone named Mike. Bad luck!

scout don’t focus on the name. They’re not all bad.

Mine nemesis was “Karen”.

Maybe I’m too young (35). I don’t get it.

Is it a Beatles reference?

Well, Sean, if I took up with a Mike right now, someone named Chris might get a little upset about it. :smiley:

Yup. Lovely Rita, Meter Maid.

Yup (says the 38-year old). It’s from Lovely Rita.

Back to the OP – sorry about your troubles. If you were a local, I’d happily spring for a tasty Italian Ice to help you forget your problems.

Hmph. I thought we didn’t do homework here. :stuck_out_tongue:

Ack! NOooooo!

She was Italian too!

God help me.

you anti-rita-tite!

That. Was beautiful.