You threatened to beat up a scared women and leave them in a pool of blood. You disgust me, you pathetic sack of shit.
I made no threats, I never addressed her at all. I stated here, after the fact, that if I had been attacked with a weapon for the mere crime of being on the same elevator as her, I had intended to respond very harshly.
For the record, as I stated, we were both afraid. Her for no reason, me because I was being threatened with a chemical weapon for no reason.
Since I haven’t cared for your posting bullshit to date, you add very little value to this board other than trolling, I’ll just add you to my ignore list now.
Thanks for your opinion.
Why don’t y’all start your own pit thread on each other instead of turning this one into a Doper hate fest?
My apologies, Chefguy. I will cease to respond to anyone on this now.
I go to my local City shelter occasionally to socialize cats - check in with the front desk, go in, grab a kitteh, and take them to a room and play with them/pet them/get them used to humans. Maybe you could do something similar, rather than a formal volunteering gig.
When we moved to Lethbridge four years ago, my husband (Dread Pirate Jimbo) got in touch with all the local youth baseball organizations to volunteer coach. He has 27 years coaching experience at the highest levels of amateur baseball, with several of the players he’s coached going on to scholarships in the US and into the MLB. He received zero responses from any of the local teams. “Snobbish sort of hierarchy” indeed. :mad:
Seconded.
[Neil Degrasse Tyson]
Watch out … we’ve got a badass over here!
[/Neil Degrasse Tyson]
Ok, I’m done now.
Both of those are constipating so don’t let that get too far along, either. I hope the chemo’s over soon and it kills those bastard cancer cells.
I teach at a small polytechnic school. When I started, I was amazed at the in-fighting, and I even had a fellow teacher try to have me fired because he suspected I’d somehow take over his department (that had nothing to do with my job). 
A friend (dept. head at a large university) said “You know why academic politics is so cut-throat, don’t you? Because the stakes are so low.”
Same holds for volunteer groups and non-profits.
Heh, the small college I worked at for about a year was a cesspool of stupid politics and political Administration games.
We once suggested a minor change that would make things a bit easier for our security department. Our director refused to bring it to administration because she had ‘enemies’ who would make sure it didn’t get approved and then she would “lose face” (and political influence in the org). :rolleyes:
Made me want to burn the entire place to the ground. Figuratively, not literally.
Boy, I duck and run if I encounter that while volunteering. I am there to help, I am not above doing the most menial of jobs. But, If it makes me feel bad or unwelcome, out I go.
It also holds true for most online communities and message boards, IME.
At the genealogy place, I noted that there was a box full of paper that needed to be put into a spreadsheet for their database, so I took the whole box home and took care of it, creating an Excel spreadsheet in the format that they wanted. I figured this might get them to look at me as a resource instead of a paperweight. Took it back and gave the box of paper and the thumb drive to the person who ran the place. Never heard another word from her. I left two weeks later.
I’ve been volunteering at Meals on Wheels for the last eight years, who will give you all the work you can handle and more. Much more satisfying.
Heck yeah, good for you. Meals on Wheels is a great outfit from what I can tell.
Kudos to the idiot in the pickup with the giant bull bar who, realizing he was about to pile into a line of stopped traffic, veered into the lane I was in and rear-ended me instead. So my poor little Honda, which had its transmission replaced less than two months ago, looks to be a total loss. Oh, and I’ve got to be across town for a job interview tomorrow morning. Out-fucken-standing. Uber to the rescue, I hope.
Was the idiot uninsured?
No, he has insurance, so at least there’s that.
Then I’d expect you should be in a rental car on his insurance company’s dime, tout de suite.
Don’t people have mirrors in any room other than the bathroom? Can’t they even pretend it’s somewhere else by, I dunno, hanging a blanket or something to cover the bathroom stuff before taking selfies?
Then again, I think all mirror selfies are idiotic. Your pouty pose looks ridiculous when you’ve got a phone in your hand. Don’t you have a friend who’ll take a few self-indulgent photos for you?
sheesh…
5 more sessions chemo, then radiation/chemo for 26 sessions, then surgery.
This summer is goung to suck.
I will take all the fuzzy thoughts I can get.
My chemo buddy thought me referring to my butt being possessed by linda blair hysterical. If the food would stay in long enough to break the bile down so I stop crapping what looks like green slime I think I would be a lot happier.
That really sucks. Makes my issues seem pretty piddling by comparison.