oh and that was a “forgot - again”
Bright grin Hello! Would you like to check out our self-make-up courses?
No, thanks.
Bright grin Oh, it only takes five minutes!
Girl, if I wanted to wear makeup I would. The reason I don’t wear meakeup is not that I don’t know how, it’s that I can’t be arsed to. Now do me a favor and get out of my way before security gets called, ok?
A problem with reaching A Certain Age and having your coworkers reach it too is that they start missing work due to funerals or to urgent hospitalization of a parent. We’re having way too many of those lately.
I’m really, really sick of my newly atheist brother going into full frothing rage about child molestation every time anyone mentions the Pope. I think it’s pretty neat that the new pope is being so progressive, and even as an atheist myself I’d like to recognize that he’s doing good things without it turning into a debate about whether children were raped.
He’s not wrong. He’s just an asshole.
Of couse the mum didnt ring. I refuse to waste another cent on calling her.
Signs magically appeared at work today announcing a “scent-free” workplace - “DO NOT wear perfume, cologne, aftershave or other scented products” and “DO use unscented personal care items.” Nobody knows who put them up and the Health & Safety Committee wasn’t consulted. There are a couple of women who seem to freakin’ bathe in perfume - I avoid an entire section of the office because they make me headachy and nauseous - but I would never complain and dictate what others can wear.
I don’t know about you guys but I’d rather smell perfume/aftershave/cologne than stinky B.O. And if anybody can smell my perfume they’re standing too damn close.
Ugh, my father in law is the same way except he’s only assuming we don’t have money. We don’t SPEND money, true. We have a significant savings because of that, thanks very much, but somehow he’s under the impression that we’re an unexpected car repair away from being entirely destitute, not that it’s any of his business anyway.
I’m 28 weeks today. It’s been my opinion, since the day my husband called his father to share our happy news only to be met with, “Oh, Jesus. Is that really the best thing right now? What are you thinking?” etc, that we could just as easily never talk to them again and our lives may actually be better for it.
There is no greater zealot than the recently converted.
Wait, what? You’re hoarding in your car???
Got off the bus yesterday after work and walked over to my car just outside the transit station. The guy who had parked next to me (and rides my morning bus) was gone and a silver Dodge Stratus was parked there. As I get closer I notice there’s a lot of stuff in the car.
Garbage in the back seat up to the middle of the side windows, just above the level of the back window shelf. I know it was garbage, because there was an empty juice jug and some fast food wrappers jammed up against that side window. Crap in the front passenger seat up to the level of the passenger window, but lower on the floor level. Well at least s/he still has room for more stuff, eh?
You know, I may have a lot of crap in my apartment, but that’s because I came from a much larger house and I likes my stuff. But I’ve never been ‘hoarder’ level and I certainly do not understand the mentality of hanging on to obvious garbage such as empty jugs and fast food wrappers.
Dayum, it takes a special kind of ‘mentally ill’ to be hoarding trash in your car.
Ugh. CBC news, I find you to be a generally reliable website, and so I usually like you. However, there’s a reason I image-blocked your website - because I’d sometimes come across disturbing photos on your site that I didn’t want to see. Image-blocking solved that.
So why, then, did you just show me a disturbing image in my Facebook news feed? Ugh.
Chimera, yeah, I’ve seen some of those cars. With a little driver-shaped hole in the trash. It’s terrifying to think of that moving down the road because there’s no way they can see out of that shit.
My husband’s response (that he hasn’t done yet, but maybe some day) is to grab whatever piece of crap they’re trying to get us to try and throw it as far down the mall walkway as he can. I live for the day he finally snaps and does that. 
I love scent-free places. I smell more than the average person (wait - let me re-phrase that - I have a better sense of smell), and most people wear far too much perfume for me.
I’ve seen the odd car like that, too - the whole car (or van) just full to the brim, with a little bit of room left for a driver. That is pretty sad.
I wonder if the mall fountain removals are in response to that lady that walked into one while texting. It was here in PA. http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2011/01/20/texting-woman-who-walked-into-fountain-criticizes-mall-security/
Make sure you change from ‘camera’ to ‘video’ when he does that, so the rest of us can partake in the glory.
Jeeze, fucking hornets got me twice while cutting the grass:mad: This evening I send my assassin after them.
My response to that would be to put more fountains in malls, but I’m not the one in charge of making these decisions.
You bet!
I’m currently drowning in whatever shit HR sprayed around. It wafted from her office and has overtaken the entire area. BO is nasty but it doesn’t have the same effect on my breathing as whatever this chemical crap is, I’d much prefer a scent free place if it means I don’t have to worry about the people who plug in scentsy or glade or bath themselves in cologne or perfume resulting in the nagging sinus headache I now have and possibly resulting in my having to use my inhaler.
Never been there. I think that house thing was something they only did once, in the '80s.
Back in the good old days, malls were intended as calming, restful places one could spend the whole day in (especially when the weather was bad.) My earliest memories of Tysons Corner Center, circa 1972: dimly lit, opaque blue skylights, endless expanses of chocolate-brown flooring, sweet music like angelic choirs drifting down from the ceiling, and above all the fountains in front of Hechts. Enormous, cascading, with lights that gradually changed color and patterns of water flow that changed along with them. It was a truly transcendent experience at age five.
All that is gone now. Mall managements nowadays have no patience with anything that isn’t designed to squeeze as much money from the suckers as possible. Even the soothing music got replaced at some point with crappy Top 40 hits played at an overamplified volume.
Nowadays there’s no reason to spend much time in the common area of the mall except to get exercise when it’s too nasty to walk outdoors - and of course the girl-watching. heh.
I passed one of those on I-95 today. In addition to the crap blocking the windows (except the driver’s side), there was a bag tied to the top of the car. During the brief time I was behind the car, it smelled like something was overheating.
Very nice…looks like I could get one to match my desk! I was going to replace the desk at one point, but I just can’t find one I like…it seems like the desks that have good file storage space also have a small hutch or cabinet for storing the computer tower. Who puts their computer tower in a little cabinet?!? (For that matter, I wonder how many people still use towers…)
I have a smudge phantom. I just cleaned my reading glasses not an hour ago and I swear I’ve been handling them gingerly ever since but now it looks like they’ve been fondled by someone in a 3-way with stack of fries and tub of Vaseline. And no it wasn’t me. I’m in a committed relationship with my Vaseline.
While that sounds beautiful, I’m having trouble visualizing an opaque skylight.
Were you looking for the word “translucent?”
ETA: Or perhaps “ceiling?”