Jesus is my pool boy. 
This is how I feel whenever I see a (usually) woman constantly posting about how WONDERFUL her husband is and they LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH and HE’S SO TERRIFIC. :dubious:
I know that their relationship status will soon change to “It’s complicated.” :smack:
I have another FBF who is constantly posting things that say, in so many words, “I love my kids but I hate being a parent.” Girl, YOU’RE the one who said for years that you wanted a second child and you didn’t have one because your husband thought one was enough, and then you did and you can’t handle it. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.
I am now filled with rage.
I just turned on my TV for the first time today and see that somehow my DVR says I have 0 programs recorded!! I had over a hundred hours recorded!! WTF!? It was fine last night, said around 80% full, now it says fucking 0%!? Are you kidding me!?
A tech is scheduled to come here tomorrow afternoon. Has that happened to anyone else here? I’m so pissed!
Eyebrows, do you have a Genie? Mine has gotten to the point that whenever the system reboots, the recorded program list shows nothing (and even shows available space at 100%) for ten minutes or more once the system reloads.
And it seems like these professions of adoration are always accompanied by insipid memes (often full of misspellings) and photos of the happy couple covered in various cartoon-like filters. My favorites are the pics of the couple getting completely wasted, accented with one of those filters that gives everyone a floral crown and puts a sparkly heart in the corner.
Power went out last night for an hour. Since I didn’t want to set all my clocks right then and there (I was tired), I decided to use my phone’s alarm to wake me up this morning.
Woke up and rolled over and saw my clock was displaying 30 minutes later than I usually wake up. I get ready in the dark, and head to my car.
It isn’t until I’m pulling out that I look at the display on my dash. It reads “3:06 am.” :smack:
Go back to bed, but of course, now I can’t sleep, and I know I’ll be getting up soon anyway.
Between this and my friend’s death, I’m operating on fumes.
I think I’m just gonna lock myself in my apartment this weekend and hibernate.
HEY PANDA E
When I walk into one of your stores at 12:04pm on a weekday and there’s a line out the door, but I only see ONE FUCKING EMPLOYEE assisting customers and getting them food while a half dozen employees run around the back and dick around replacing a light bulb in the kitchen in the middle of lunch rush…
I go somewhere else.
And seriously, no fucking around with light fixtures in the kitchen while you’re cooking in the same area. Especially during your busiest time of the day. You’re just dropping dust and crap into the food you’re making. Ewww.
Oh, boy. That hits a nerve. If you want me to eat in your establishment have all registers working during lunch time or dinnertime. And don’t send the floor mopper person to mop during these times unless it’s a emergency ice spill. I don’t want to smell your nasty cleaning product slimed around with a musty mop while eating. I will complain, loudly!
My optometrist’s office is small. There are only about five people working there, but it is apparently enough to where it is a hotbed of gossip and intrigue. I went in for a recent appointment and stood there listening to an intense whisper session from behind a partition. Finally, one of them came out and checked me in. Then the tech came out and the first woman said “Oh, Mr. Chef is ready for his preliminary work.”
The second woman didn’t even glance at me, but immediately engaged with the first woman in another extensive whisper session about whatever monumental problem was presently taking all their attention. I finally cleared my throat and said “I can come back another day, if you’re all busy here.” They looked startled, so clearly had forgotten I was standing there.
This office has always had problems like this. The doctor is clearly not running the show in his own office, and as a result there is constant infighting going on with the staff. It’s most annoying, and if the office wasn’t so convenient to our location, I’d quit going there.
Oh, and then the tech got annoyed with me when I refused to do the Ishihara test for color deficiency, even after I explained to her that my color vision has not changed in the last 70 years and that the information is already in their files. “Don’t you want to just try it?” I told her no, and that while I try not to be a difficult person, this test is annoying and embarrassing for me, so let’s just skip it. She got fairly huffy about it, but can go fuck herself.
I’ve gotta think the doc doesn’t even know about the whisperings. Not sure how/if you could bring it up.
Well, maybe when they ask “What number do you see in the circle?”, if you didn’t always reply “Sixty-nine! Har har har! Get it? Betcha do, betcha do!”, it’d be less embarrassing for everyone.
You speak the truth, I know this first hand.
Oh, she is very appreciative. She has finals and then schools out for a bit. She’s gonna stay and do a couple classes this summer. And amazingly she has a job lined up in the computer lab for part of the term. I am shocked. This child is very spoiled and pampered. I am anxious to see how it goes. Her sibs have a pool going to see if she quits the first day or the first week or gets fired;)
I truly hate that shit. Customers should never be made to feel like they’re inconveniencing staff by expecting them to do their jobs.
Jesus, Huffington Post. Yes, I get that you’re now part of Oath. Do you have to fucking bring the pop up regarding their privacy policy every time I visit your site for what- all eternity?
Looking at cars yesterday, decided to look at some BMWs, even though they’re a bit above my price point.
The website popped up this ‘would you like more information about this car?’ literally every 15 seconds while I tried to look at their cars.
Hey, I’m getting more information RIGHT NOW by reading the specs on the car and the options. You’re not helping by obstructing that.
AND, I’m pretty sure that if I’ve closed that dialog window, I’m not going to respond differently the next 10 times you pop it up on the screen.
Smack your programmer in the back of the head and make him/her change this.
That’s where I’d speak to the Optometrist while s/he is working with me, inform them what happened and suggest that I’m not particularly comfortable frequenting a business where the staff is so openly disrespectful of each other to the point of ignoring customers.
Most likely the programmer didn’t make the decision to do it that way and wouldn’t if Mr. Marketing hadn’t forced him to.
My house backs up to one of the circling beltways surrounding the metro area, so it has a lot of traffic.
I get to hear all of the infant hot rodders and motorcyclists give themselves chubbies while cranking out their loud mufflers at all hours of the night. After a year I’m used to it now. You can’t fix immaturity so might as well deal.
But, recently some construction about a half mile up the road has caused a bottleneck to occur on the stretch directly behind my house. Now I’m serenaded by the comforting sound of semi jake brakes every 3 minutes.
Shit!
My wife was car shopping recently, and one of the reasons she decided not to go with Kia was because none of the dealer sites would let you look at any car in their inventory until you provided contact info (email and phone#). So then of course you get flooded with emails and phone calls from not one but many Kia salesmen. Screw that!
“jenny@aol.com, 867-5309” ?
Thank you. We’ve sent an email with an activation link to the email you provided. :smack:
My rant is that I’ve been having stress dreams lately, despite the fact that I have little to no stress in my life. Then again, I’m not very introspective, so what do I know?