Also, a B average in the most accelerated course in one of the best school systems in the state, achieved by doing homework during the math lecture every day and never cracking the book elsewhere, isn’t bad at math. I’m 30 and I just realized that last weekend. That’s freaking good at math. But I was always made to feel bad about my math capabilities, so fuck you, that’s why I’m not in engineering. Your fault.
Funny, I think bananas.
I have to get my truck smogged this month because of California’s hippy-dippy-lets-all-get-stoned-and-a-give-a-shit-about-the-environment bullshit and of course it probably won’t pass and I’ll have to spend a bunch of money to get it to pass.
This just after I get one of my two credit cards paid off and paid my rent and bills so I have like $50 until next paycheck so I’ll have to put any repairs back onto the credit card I just fucking paid off.
Fuck the government for forcing me to buy things and go into debt!
The last week of my pregnancy I kept apologizing to my mother profusely for being 10 days late. I was 7 days past my due date. My son was 10 lbs even.
9 cavities. At least two requiring root canal. Teach me for not going to a dentist for 11 years.
(I was kind of low on cash for a long time, and I thought, hey, if my teeth don’t hurt, they’re probably all right. Idiot).
More in the rant spirit of things, I still cant fucking hear, and I am going back to work tomorrow come hell or high water. There is a disciplinary meeting for one of my employees tomorrow. It should be fun. Me, my boss, a person on speaker phone, an angry staff member and her clueless* union rep.
So, my boss who has a sort of normal voice, a voice on the phone, (which I will not be able to hear) the angry shouting employee, and clueless union sister who talks in a teeny tiny girlie voice which I will also not be able to hear.
*I do not think unions are clueless. I think this particular **union rep **is particularly clueless and ineffectual and asks irrelevant questions.
The yearly delivery of a shitload of phone books has returned, earlier this year. Five years and counting, and I still can’t figure out a way to make it stop.
VMWare: When I clicked “Never Remind Me” when asked if I want the newer VMWare Tools, I meant “never remind me.” I certainly didn’t mean “never remind me, until I launch this VM again, then remind me again, da capo”
Half day of Jury Duty.
Oh, dont worry, even though my company does NOT pay for this legally required time off (they don’t have to, so they don’t), I can file to use PTO for it.
The real problem will be that while being there for Jury Selection today and not being selected means that I don’t have to go back for the rest of this week, I DO have to go back next week, and my odds of being selected for a trial the second week are significantly higher now what over half the jury pool has already been selected to serve. The problem is that while my company will gladly pay out my earned PTO for this, the fact that they zero it out at the end of the year means that I have like 2 days of PTO earned this year, and have already used 1.5 of that for a medical day (having a tooth yanked on an emergency basis) and today’s half day, leaving me 0.5 days of PTO remaining.
So I will be pushing that ‘hardship’ in any subsequent Jury Selection panels, and probably playing up my past Court appearances (none against me) and friendships (really little more than acquaintences) with Law Enforcement Officers in an attempt to NOT be selected.
Thanks a lot for waiting to give birth to a kid before informing the rest of the family, auntie. @_@
My G-d. this just gave me a horrrrrrrrrible flashback to my otherwise idyllic childhood.
I was in my mid-thirties before I realized that my mom couldn’t stop ragging me about my weight because she was unhappy with her own weight.
I can’t have kids, so I’m going to hope you have the strength to let that cycle of abuse end with you, Sattua. Good luck.
Dear body,
I know we’re not a morning person. That’s fine and dandy. In fact, I love being a night owl. It really helps my current lifestyle, although there have been complaints from the waste processing department, namely the liver.
With that said, can you please stop being late on activating the appetite regulator? I really don’t have time in the morning for a 90 minute leisurely breakfast. It really cramps my style when it’s an hour before lunch at work and I can barely function due to hunger pains. OK I am exaggerating a little but seriously, stop slacking! As of now I can manage to choke down a slice of bread and a banana, and off we go to monkey school.
I realize I am not perfect either. I could be giving ourselves more units of sleep. And I am really sorry about the occassional bombardment of carcinogens, really. But please, please, let me eat some fucking proper breakfast in the morning.
Yours always,
Us
I am so tired of the same old bs caused by the same person who refuses to change.
And why the hell does Adobe Flash need to update every two friggin weeks?!?!?!?
Yeah, well, I found out two days ago that my grandmother died. . . via Facebook. No one has called me yet, either.
Because Adobe Flash is a piece of shit malware program that entirely too many people depend on.
Complain about it not being on the iPhone or iPad? Guess what? The Xoom won’t support it out of the gate either. I guess they recognize what an unmitigated disaster that shit is to run too!
I pit my new finance professor for this:
The word is “prerequisites” is not “pre-req’s”
Enough with the commas!
RanDom capITilizatiOn and “quotes” make for “annoying” reading
and finally this:
Text – this is one of the leading texts in the field; its proven; and its one of the most popular in the country
And we’re their Alpha testers.
I’m having a crappy birthday.
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No cake, no presents, just a couple of cards and Facebook well wishes. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that, but how does my husband not even get me a damn cupcake? That’s all I want.
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And I have a pain in my side that is flaring up and won’t stop. It’s probably my gall bladder, which means surgery. Not fun.
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Oh, and my car got repossessed. Happy fucking birthday to me! lol
I always drive my silver Corolla with my lights on because it makes my invisible car marginally more visible to all the behemoths that want to drive over it.
Happy birthday to you? 
But…it’s your civic duty. 
Believe me, if my company paid for the time, I’d be all over it. But when they don’t, and I’m broke, then it becomes a lot less interesting.