Thank you raventhief. Helena330, and ENugent. Thankfully the universe has a sense of humor, and has seen fit to throw a ‘ceiling in living room just opened up in several spots along the seams where the master bathroom toilet has been leaking for who knows how long’ wrench in my life to distract me from lack of ginger kitty. Soooooooo… yay for unexpected full bathroom remodel and ceiling/wall repair. Ugh.
Hell bobkitty, that sucks. Will insurance cover at least part of the repairs?
Not bigotry in this case (although we’ve had a few of those too), but extract from a recent conversation among guild officers.
(conversation in general, with several guys asking questions which have just been answered or whose answers are reported by the game’s login message)
Me - I hate people who don’t read.
Sal - heh
(more conversation in guild, with several people asking questions which have just been answered by an officer)
Gom - they don’t read to save their fucking life, you’re right
Kim - how come we’ve suddenly gotten so many morons? Not just in the guild, but all over
Sal, Gom, me, all together now - end of school year
Kim - oh. Is it bad I’m kind of hoping these particular ones will have flunked the hell out?
Sal - nope, it’s perfectly logical
I’m sorry bobkitty. I know that giving up your snugglepuss was one of the hardest things you have had to do. Dang about the ceiling though. Even with insurance paying for it (which it probably won’t because long term pipe leaks are considered to be a maintenance issue), its going to be a total pain to deal with. I hope your other kitty doesn’t freak out with all the noise and strange repair people.
I’m losing yet another minion. He’s happy with his boss (or so he says), he’s happy with his pay and the work requirements, he’s just bored with his work. I thought about throwing a crying fit and begging him not to leave…but instead, I’m helping him with his resume and have written him a great letter. I hope that some day he looks back and realizes that he blew off the best job he ever had!
My BB thinks that I need to replace him with 2 part-timers. I think this would be a bad idea because 20 hours a week isn’t enough to live on and there wouldn’t be insurance and PTO. I’d probably run through part-timers even faster than full-timers.
He’s back.
My receptionist just came back to tell me. He told her we missed each other last week. She’s laughing so hard she’s choking. Well, I have a busy-ish day but will be leaving, via the back door, at 3:00 pm.
A few years ago, a family friend sent some seed packets. It was a bit late in the season, but since it stays warm here well into the fall, I went ahead and planted them. The only ones that grew were the daisies – but they never bloomed. Last year, they grew quite a bit, but still no blooms. I was starting to doubt they were anything but a bunch of weeds; however, they survived the winter, so I left them alone this year. And they finally bloomed! I’ve got oodles of nice-sized, white flowers with fuzzy yellow centers.
So why is this in the mini-rant thread, you ask?
They smell like ass. Seriously, they’re starting to draw flies. And they’re planted right next to my porch. >.<
I don’t know why, but that really made me laugh. The long-awaited blooms that turned out to smell like ass.
I’d be getting in touch with his employer and using words like “harassment” and “trespassing”.
I spent a very nice afternoon with a friend at a pool. I didnt go into the water and also didn’t think to slather sunscreen on my exposed flesh. ow ow ow. My own damn fault of course, But i have some rather red legs below the shorts line, putting my vneck tee, and on my face.
Have you ever worked in sales? They’d probably give him a bonus for tenacity.
Well, if I was that "sales"man’s boss and heard about how much time he’d spent sitting at an office that wasn’t even a possibility of being a “hot prospect”, I’d call him immediately and direct him back to the office (for a reaming).
Hey, Pastor Roger Jimenez of the Verity Baptist Church in Sacramento, Steven Anderson of Faithful Word Baptist Church in Tempe, and Pat Robertson of the “The 700 Club”, Go Fuck Yourselves, you Radical Christian Terrorists.
At this point I don’t know what company or what they sell. He hasn’t given Stacey the slightest detail.
I thought maybe he was trying to serve me legal papers, but as far as I know I’m not due for any. When my divorce happened, I was served at work by a very embarrassed acquaintance who was moonlighting. He told my receptionist he had legal papers for me and I accepted them politely.
This sales guy sat around a few hours, then left without a word. Stacey is engaged, but we have started teasing her that he likes her.
“Sir, Mr. Kayaker says that if i take your business card in to him, he’ll see you in just a minute.”
(Five minutes later: “Ohhh, so sorry, sir. Looks like he left for the day, out his window. He does that…”)
I have to wonder - does this ever work out for the salesman?
My rant - most of you won’t understand it but I have to get it out where to guilty party won’t see it.
DO NOT harass me about how I walk when heeling WHEN I’M IN THE FUCKING RING. Especially after I tell you that I HAVE to walk this way. You know what? I have decades more experience at this than you and far more accomplishments, just fuck off and leave me alone period, OK?
I wish this was a one time thing but sadly, no.
:mad::mad::mad:
I think June has it out for me.
Last night on the way home from work I had a blowout. A first! It was on the main highway through the city at rush hour, so I just had it towed to the dealership instead of trying to change to the spare (thus avoiding certain death). Insurance covers the tow so no big deal.
The ridiculous part is that I’ve needed new tires (they weren’t bad but getting there) but was waiting until next month because we just bought a minivan (Sienna) from that dealership, and we’re picking it up tonight after work. I’m spending a lot of time at that dealership, is what I’m saying to you.
Now I don’t have my truck with the car seats, I have a loaner. I wasn’t going to take out the carseats (truckseats in this case?) because it’s a total bitch and I’d just be putting them in the rental to take them out and put them back in the truck anyway. Now after work we have to meet up at home and pack everyone into my wife’s CRV (which we’re selling tomorrow), so we can go to the dealership and pick up the minivan, so I can turn right around and drive home to pick up the rental car, so I can drive right back to the dealership to pick up my truck, pay them $718.00, and then drive home for the forty-seventh time.
I stopped to pick up some wine on the way home because FML, and the lady at the store overheard my heavy sighs and commented about it, so I shared my sob story. Then she said, “Hey! Weren’t you the guy with the sick dog?!” (What can I say I’m a regular.) and I was like, goddammit yes, maybe I need more wine.
Screw you, June.
NM
So, the Mini-Rants thread is really just a bunch of Liquor Store Ladies.
That’s nice. I grew up without a good LSL, glad to have y’all around now.
It just so happened that she was working the same day my dog puked on the carpet I had just spent the weekend cleaning. I think she was the first person available for me to bitch to after that discovery. I felt it was a solid tale of woe, and so I shared it! #YOLO #noregrets
Suggestion for the betterment of gyms: No music. None at all. If you want to listen to music while you work out, bring some headphones and listen to whatever you want. There’s only one gym near me, and I’m sick of listening to dog shit on the radio while I’m trying to work out. I do have headphones, but, unfortunately, they’re not very loud. Even more unfortunately, the sound system in my local gym is so loud I wouldn’t be surprised to find out they’d nicked it from Manumission. That means, even when I listen to my workout music, I can still hear the gym’s garbage music underneath it.
Now, admittedly, my idea of workout music is a little unorthodox. I’m a big fan of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, for instance. Especially this one. If I listen to this while I’m running the minutes just fly by. Imagine my dismay when, while I was running the other day, and just as it approached its glorious crescendo, DJ Cunt on Shitbox FM decided to start playing THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT!
I had to stop running in disgust. Fuck this shit. No more music in gyms.
The Gold’s Gym I used to go to played 70s and 80s hard rock.