Yeah, I’d be upset too. It’s far too early to start selling the Christmas steaks.
Waah. I have a paper due on Monday and I can’t seem to actually write it. And now it’s really late and I have to work all day tomorrow and I’m just feeling cranky and complainy. And I feel bad because when people ask why I’m stressing I give some crap about how the class is disorganized and the professor never follows his syllabus or even seems to plan out his lectures ahead of time. Which is true, but I’ve had disorganized teachers before and I managed just fine because I needed to be the one who always grokked the subject. But this time I just don’t care. I’ve never had a class that I had absolutely zero interest in. You know how bored I get? The class is 70 minutes long. When I get in the room, I pull out a sheet of looseleaf and write the numbers 70 through zero on it and count down 'til the end of class. If there’s much more of this in college, well I don’t know what I’d do, but I’m beginning to understand all the drinking.
So to sum up: I’m lazy and apathetic. Waah.
I feel your pain. I have the same problem only with a three hour long class. I just want to tear my hair out every Wednesday. And it’s not just me - most of the other students are doodling or studying for other classes. My other classes require me to get up at five AM, and I’d rather go to them than to this turd of a course that starts at noon. It’s crushingly dull.
So some jerks seated by us this evening at Chili’s walked out on their check. The poor waitress was freaked right out. Guess who showed up at the Barnes and Noble a little later? Fuck yeah I got their license plate # and a description of the car and took it back to the restaurant. I’m sure these scum will get charged with a misdemeanor and plead out but I hope they learned the world is not a friendly place for anti-social, thieving SOBs. At least the poor waitress is vindicated - the manager said it was her second walk-out since she was hired. After a certain number of walk-outs, it starts getting taken out of their paycheck. Talk about fucked up.
[sorry for the back to back posts, but I’m feeling pissy, dammit.]
Could people who write OPs with links to Readers Digest novels please post something more than “Oh, wow! I’m so indignant over this! Link.” It’s nice that you had time to take a leisurely break and read through pages of syrupy thick journalistic hand-wringing. But when you come back to vent, could you PLEASE FUCKING SUMMARIZE THE GODDAMN THING!
Please dispense with the use of all the following: bro, bra and (this is the worst) my-brother-from-another-mother.
No prob, broheim!
No. Too cold to go without a bra right now.
So that I won’t have to kill you
First up, control your house apes. I know it it’s difficult to raise children and it may not be feasable to leave them with a sitter while you shop. But since you have brought them, control them. Do not let them roam free in the wilds of Costco where they interfere with other shoppers. There should be a sign “Children left unattended will be sold to the circus”.
Second, a shopping cart is not a walker. It is to hold your items. It doesn’t exist to support your weight to allow you move at glacier-like speed.
Third, pull your cart over to side when stop to look at things. You need to realize that other people are here and they too have an equal right to use the lanes. Do not leave your cart in THE MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMN AISLE!!! Worse yet, do not leave it at an angle, preventing both carts and humans from passing by.
Lastly, the doorway is for entering and exiting the building. Period. There needs to be some flow there. The doorway is NOT the place to stand and congregate. It not the place to make sure you offspring are all bundled up. It is not the place to examine your shopping list to see if you forgotten anything.
If only I had a taser…
Mini-rant about this place - if you start a thread, please come back to your thread and give us participants a little feedback at some point (if you think this is aimed at you, it just might be). Won’t somebody think of the poor, starving orphan threads?
Darling students, I realize that we are in a library and that you’ve had “Be Quiet In A Library” hammered into your heads ever since you were in kindergarten. Having said that please SPEAK THE FUCK UP when you ask me a question. Not only can I not hear you when you whisper, whispering itself grates on my ears and makes me want to flay you slowly with a salted knife.
Dopers, we are a fairly intelligent bunch as a whole. Why do so many of us have trouble reading for comprehension? Is it that we rush through the OP and following posts so we can actually post ourselves, or is it that we just don’t consider the OP important enough to, ya know, actually read?
Entirely too many threads have a post where someone misunderstands the OP. Usually it is fairly clear what the OP is talking about. If you think something sounds wonky about what the OP has written, maybe you could try reading it again?
When you’re in line at a store, any store, please have your method of payment as ready as possible. If you plan to pay by check and aren’t sure if that will be acceptable, ask before the checker starts ringing you up, and start filling out the check while he’s processing your items. Don’t wait to even ask until he’s finished! Don’t spend your time chatting with somebody else while the rest of us wait behind you with steam rolling out of our various orifices and only then slooooowly fill out the check while still chatting.
YOU. ARE. NOT. THE. QUEEN. OF. THE. WORLD.
BITCH.
My co-worker just came in and asked for the name of a company we work with. I said it, and she started writing it out, and as she did so she asked me how to spell it.
Why don’t you ask BEFORE you start writing? That way you don’t have to scribble out the letters you’ve written incorrectly after I correct you after you started writing. And then look at me as if I’m causing you inconvenience by making something be spelled unconventionally?
This happens all the time. sigh
Dear insomnia and my schizoid GI tract:
Thank you BOTH for acting up at the same time this weekend. Thanks so very much for dragging me out of bed at 2:30 in the morning, sending me to spend most of the night in the bathroom and then finally allowing me to collapse in my Lazy-Boy recliner at 5 am to make a halfway assed attempt at sleep. I am now running on 3 hrs of sleep, I still feel like nine miles of bad road and I can’t get warm despite turning the heat up in my office and having a heating pad on my back.
Grawrrr.
And if you even think about keeping everybody else waiting while you balance your checkbook, or even write the amount in your checkbook, it should be legal for us to kill you. They give you little pieces of paper, called “receipts” I think, that have the amount you paid printed on them. I’m sure if you thought really hard about it, you could think of a way to use those to balance your checkbook somewhere other than in the checkout line with people waiting behind you.
Oh, and, check-writers? There’s this thing called a debit card that you might want to look into…
gag I would have done the same thing (probably puking all the way to the store). Then I would NEVER buy meat from that store again in my life, not even if it was 1/10 the price of the same meat anywhere else, not even if that meant going without meat most days.
Friend: you are one of my closest friends in the world. I’m very happy that I get to meet up with you when I’m back in town. And I know this is pretty petty in the grand scheme of things, but if we plan to meet up for a late lunch around 1-1:30, please don’t call me at 12:30 to reschedule for 3 pm. I suppose I didn’t have anything solid planned for the rest of the day, but I did have some tentative plans that must now go the way of the Dodo.
I mean, if she had even been particularly …
Drat. She just called. I’m meeting her now. Mini-rant: aborted.
I told you I had to have this done by the end of today, and all I’m doing is trying to get it into a shape that YOU will approve of.
So when I send it to you and ask you for specific feedback, i.e. “the third line doesn’t sound right to me,” can you please respond with specific feedback, i.e. something other than “I agree, the third line doesn’t sound right to me either.” Like, say, offering an alternative line? Or a suggestion to remove it, or a reason to leave it as is?
Anything at all?
What the hell are managers for these days anyway?
Dear asshole:
I’m glad you were amused when I almost tripped over your carry-on bags when I tried to step back after lifting my suitcase off the baggage carousel. It was so clever of you to quietly place them right behind me while I was watching the bags coming down the carousel. I wonder how much funnier it would have been if I had stepped on your laptop case, or actually fallen to the floor and dropped my suitcase on it?
My husband was assaulted by a fucking retard cunt this evening.
I don’t even have the energy to do a full pitting, so I’m putting it in here.
Yes, hubby shouldn’t have mouthed off at them, but when they’re constantly harassing people as they walk past, sometimes you just get fed up. That was still no fucking reason to chase after us, then haul off and hit him.
The shittiest part is the only witnesses were the fuckhead’s two mates. So even if we did call the cops, there’s fuck all they’d be able to do about it and then we’d have to deal with the threat of retaliation from the mouth-breathing cuntmongers. And given that the house attached to ours (duplex) was burnt out not a few months before we moved in here, and there has been other suspicious fires in the last three years, it’s probably not the best to invite that sort of trouble.
But I’m still so fucked off. The fact that we have to keep to ourselves and not make waves for fear of retribution from a gang of inbred fucking dole bludging retards is just infuriating me.