Another one: USPS package “tracking.” Yes, thank you for this lovely feature, United States Postal Service, but I’m afraid it’s just not too useful when the entirety of the information is:
June 9th: Shipping information received.
June 12th: Shipment delivered!
Well, I pretty much could have guessed that shit. With information that sparse, I have no idea how close the shipment is getting and no idea what day it’s going out for delivery. I don’t know anything until it’s delivered, and when it’s delivered, I already have the damn thing on my porch, so I fucking know it’s been delivered!
I expect phishing spam in my email. Some of them are even quite amusing and give me a good chuckle to start the day. Alas, my spam filters are incredibly efficient so I might see one a month.
But phishing texts to my phone?
This would have scored it’s own thread if I didn’t have unlimited texting and had to have paid to get it.
Seconded. Nearly every morning I get stopped by a red light so that all the phantom traffic from a shopping mall can get into the road we’re all trying to use for our morning commute. Of course, this is a city that if they discover people are successfully using alternate routes, they’ll actively shut down the alternate routes so people are all forced onto the clogged arteries. I expect nothing good from the city planners at this point, and I’m never disappointed.
You’re opening your personal start menu. There’s also the ALL USERS start menu. The two are combined into the menu you see when you click Start.
Look at the address of the window you opened. It’s most likely “C:\Documents and Settings\GargoyleWB\Start Menu\Programs\Accessories”. Change that \GargoyleWB\ to \All Users\ and you should see the rest of the icons.
Do your Start/All Programs/Accessories right-click again, you should also see “Open all users” just under the “Open” command.
I went to give blood yesterday and got a 37 on the blood/iron count that you need to get a 38 or higher on. It was a wasted trip. On the way home, I bought some iron tablets and a steak. I have forced myself to eat the steak, so that I can try again today after work. I was surprised at how tender it was.
I’m tired all the time. Like mentally tired. I’ve been really quiet lately. My brain just isn’t working and I know it’s cuz I’m not eating well, but nothing sounds good and I’m too tired to cook and…
Here’s the thing - my periods are nothing. I’m on the pill, so the actual periods are light and fluffy. Almost no pain, relatively light bleeding. So why do I want to kill everyone a couple of days before?
Oh, and college? $9331 a year? Really? That’s more than my rent and food per month.
So I’m dealing with a huge financial hit and wanting to yell at every one.
You’ll get my SXM sticker when you pry it from my cold, dead, er, bumper.
My MR: listen Mr. Busybody Mcfuckycakes, I was on that treadmill for 20 minutes, I made a lot of progress that the treadmill was busy recording, but in the middle, as happens sometimes, I had to fart. Rather than stink up the entire line of treadmills, I did the gentlemanly thing and went to the bathroom. I was gone MAYBE a minute between the walk and the peeing). Why did you turn my treadmill off? The towel and the giant red metal water bottle didn’t at least INSINUATE that there was somebody still using it? I turned down the speed and everything. Next time, mind your own mcfucking business, asshole.
If I got off the treadmill to go to the bathroom to fart, I might as well not even step on it. I’d get just as much exercise walking back and forth between the treadmill and the bathroom.
It’s an absolutely fabulous day here - sunshine, temperature about 70 degrees. First time we’ve wanted to shut off the a/c and open the windows in days and days.
So of course today is the day that the tree services company arrives to take down the dead tree at the house across the street. So I had to shut the window to muffle the sound of chainsaws, and the roar of the massive chipper/shredder they’re using to grind up the branches. <sigh>.
Hopefully they’ll be done soon, and I can open the windows again.
Okay boss, your mail merge plan is taking twice as long as it used to take me to set up outgoing mail and it is less accurate. You refuse to accept this. Expect a bunch of returned mail and angry calls from insureds and mortgage companies for delay of their paperwork. Bitch. :mad:
…that starting a sentence with “um, you do know” makes you sound like a smarmy fucking douchebag, right?
Knock this shit off. It’s condescending, petty, and does nothing but lower the tone of any discussion in which it’s used. If I ran the boards, even attempting to post this infantile, dickish, insipid phrase would result in an auto-ban for violation of the “don’t be a jerk” rule. Also, two large angry men named Tony and Mack would be dispatched to punch you repeatedly in the face.
(I’d have gone with sodomy-by-saguaro-cactus with accompanying vinegar enema, but that’s reserved for use of the " :rolleyes: " smiley. My hatred for that fucking thing is beyond the scope of any rant, mini or otherwise; words cannot suffice.)
I found it! And you know where the fuck it was? Right in front of my fucking toolbox, right where I’d fucking thought I’d put it, and where I’d fucking looked for it several times. And do you know why I didn’t fucking see it before?
Because it was hidden in the fucking clear fucking plastic fucking bag it came in and for some fucking reason, I couldn’t fucking see through the fucking thing.
Voice from above: Julia, your Problem of the Day for June 18, 2008 shall be…
The Squirts. You will discover this within less than a minute after eating that leftover corn chowder for breakfast. I’d go easy on the coffee if I were you.