Wait—what?
Oh, this coming weekend. You scared me for a minute there.
Yeah, starting next weekend, I’m going to be tired and grumpy until November because I’m an hour behind.
My voice-mail notification sound is a whistle that I’ve used for years. An employee/coworker began using the same sound for her Facebook notification. It was driving me nuts, constantly checking my phone when her phone whistled. So, I asked her to change hers and she was very cool about it; she’s happy just to be allowed to have her phone on at work.
So, today the whistle happened and I ran to my phone, only to find that I had it turned off. Turns out my bird learned the whistle. He does the whistle every time I walk away from him. Just can’t win.
I have my annual Spring Sinus-Induced Vertigo and it’s messing me up. I was able to go for a 15-minute walk without falling over, but that seems to be it. At least this didn’t happen on a day I have to work (as it usually does) and my new computer chair is nice and comfy.
Also, my computer did the random crash thing it hasn’t done since I had it reformatted back in October. :mad: After poking through the events file and making sure all my drivers are up to date, I think I was using too much memory when it crashed. Still. :mad:
It is once again conference time at my kids’ elementary school. Which means early dismissal for 7 freakin’ days. Plus the after-school program at their school no longer takes kids just for minimum days, so that’s 7 days that I have to leave work 1.5 hours early. Crap.
The kicker is that for the first time conferences are only required if your kid is preforming below grade-level expectations. This is a well-educated area with a lot of high-performing kids, so my guess is that few conferences will be needed. But did they reduce the number of minimum days accordingly? No, of course not!
Today I had to go enter some information on a co-worker’s computer, and his keyboard was the nastiest, grossest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m typing along, musing, “Mildew? Old food? Birdshit? All of the above?”
Said co-worker is highly educated and the sweetest old guy you’d ever want to meet. I’m sure he wouldn’t ask me to put my hands on that filth if he gave it any thought. He must just not see it anymore. Gah! I want to go and boil my fingers!
I’ve had to clean coworkers’ nasty keyboards before. Not much fun. 
My rant for today: People who bring lit cigarettes onto buses can go screw themselves in the posterior with said cigarettes. (Though preferably not while on the bus.)
This is an annual event, and the last time I was there, I made the mistake of crashing on the floor of the location instead of getting a room with a shower. I figured, what the hell, it’s a video game tournament in a dude’s basement, what are the odds it bothers anyone? Well, before the tournament I heard that some people had complained last time, so I rented a room this time. I thought I had it under control; I clearly did not. 
And it just bugs me. Like, after the event a couple people told me that they explicitly avoided me because I stunk. You could’ve, yanno, told me.
I got in line behind some people at the bank on Saturday. I had to take a few steps back and get a tissue to dry my eyes. Ferchrissakes, how long did that stench take you??
Not everyone welcomes perfect strangers telling them they stink.
But if you had a room, why did you not take a shower? I won’t tell strangers they stink, either. I would tell friends, but never a stranger. I’d just avoid them as much as possible.
I did. I showered and changed my clothes. But I’m a big fat hairy guy. Maybe I needed to shower twice that day. I dunno.
Ever see those signs on trucks that say “How’s my driving?” with a number you can call to report on the truck driver? Maybe you need to wear a sign that says “How’s my odor?” 
Maybe they were remembering you from the prior year when you didn’t shower and just assuming you still smelled bad.
Quick, get yourself over to cafepress and invent the T-shirt before somebody else does!
“How’s My Odour?
Call 1-800-DO-I-REEK”
You need to get that phone number first. You may have to get it in a different toll-free area code. Try 844.
Great Og I’m over this expression. Every second columnist with an issue they want to raise seems to headline their piece with “It’s time we discussed [whatever-the-hell]”
If it was time to do everything I was told it was time to do, I’d need 48 hours a day to do it.
And anyway, who the hell are you to assign my damn time? I got an email today from some consultancy who I don’t use and couldn’t give a rat’s ass about saying “Princhester, it’s time for you to update your contact details with us”. Eff the hell off, you self important wankers. I will decide if it’s time to update my contact details with you, if ever. Which is now even less likely than before.
Thanks.
::mops up tea spit-take from keyboard::
I am NOT enjoying the prospect of this stupid research paper. Yeah, it’s 10 pages. Yeah, I chose my own topic instead of having something assigned that I don’t give a rodent’s rump about. Doesn’t mean I’m thrilled about having this thing looming for the next two months!
Or you need better deodorant and/or a little help with the laundry.
A cup of Vinegar or a cup of baking soda (but NOT BOTH!*) in your laundry will knock down the lingering odors in your clothing. Walmart (and I’m sure a few other places) sells a 4 pound box of the stuff for like $2.
- Well, unless you enjoy recreating the children’s science project volcano in your washing machine.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
(gets knocked flat by Princhester)
(thus ends Sattua’s participation in this thread)