Haiku:
A migraine again.
Try not to throw up breakfast.
Ice pick in my brain.
My husband calls diarrhea “diapoopus of the blowhole.” Does that help? 
giggle, splat
No!
Well, shit. I just basically got told that I am not going to be working with my employer in a month. A, “Hey, just so you know you are going to get fired.” kind of explanation. Nothing I can really do about it, just letting me know.
I have been kind of watching to see if a decent job came up and applying for stuff that looked interesting but I suppose now it is crunch time and I had better start seriously looking for another position. Hopefully this time I will find something closer to home.
Update: unsuccessful.
Man, pbbth. That sucks. Like “You’re FIRED” fired, or “We’ve eliminated your position” fired?
And Sigmagirl…sorry. Migraines are horrible.
Attention Subway Sandwich Artist:
It is unneccessary to include endearments in every sentence which you speak to me.
(I don’t mind the occassional “hon” or “dear” or whatever from clerks and the like, but they drive me bonkers when they appear in every freaking sentence. )
Like a, “Hey, you are a nice enough person but you don’t really fit in here so we are giving you a couple weeks notice to find something else before we can your ass” kind of fired.
Best mini-rant and user name combo yet!
I need all the information on the form. That’s why I included it on there. Jesus. Why do people do this? I’m not just pulling random turds out of my ass for the hell of it.
Oh, and you… you… people over there? For the love of all that is holy, the report is the same thing over and over and over. Why do you do it right one week and the next I have to call you to check your work? I’m at the point where I’m going to just pass it up to my boss and HE can call you. Yes, I need ALL the information on the report. See this business card? Does it say Head Honcho Decision Maker? No. It says Helper Elf to the Head Honcho. Helper Elves help, they don’t decide. That would be the Deciderers. Christ, have you never worked in company before???
niblet, I got nothing. I’m currently working in payment processing, and I have been stunned by how many people can’t fill out a cheque. If you’re going to pay by cheque and you’re of the modern generation who has never seen a cheque before in your life, go to your bank and get them to give you a cheque-filling-out seminar, which should include highlights like:
- the date (those little DD/MM/YYYY boxes are there for a reason)
- who the cheque is made out to
- making the written and numerical amounts match
- initialling any changes you make on the cheque - much as I’d love to cash all cheques that come in, the law requires that I send your cheque back to you if you scribble out one amount and write another one in. This is for YOUR protection, so I can’t change all the cheques that come in to “Pay to the order of FEATHERLOU.”
- and, finally, the grand finale, SIGNING THE GODDAMNED THING!!!1!!
Oh, and while you’re at it, when sending cheques to companies with millions of customers, howsabout you include an account number or the remittance stub that we so thoughtfully provide?
Sub-rant for the employees of my company who take cheques from customers, forward them to me, and then I still have to return them because of errors. Take a look at the freakin’ thing before the customer leaves - it really isn’t that hard.
Dear brain,
There are two perfectly good, at least semi-normal girls who live within 15 minutes of you that want to jump your bones.
Pick one of those and stop constantly dreaming about a girl who lives an entire continent away and cuts herself.
Thank you.
Seriously, brain, listen to him. As a poster here recently reminded us, “Don’t stick your hand {or any other body parts} in the crazy.” {Addition mine.} If I could give you one piece of advice in this situation, it would be, “You can’t fix people.” Most people have to learn that lesson for themselves, though.
Mother-in-law, you really are a nice person, but calling and leaving a guilt-dripping message about how we never visit you isn’t going to work. Call us up and invite us to something; don’t just call and say, “We never see you.” You were a baseball widow yourself for decades; maybe you can remember back to those days and realize what your son is doing every spare minute during baseball season.
Do yourself a favor. Go back and read the threads on this message board about bad breakups with crazy people. Pay particular attention to the people who didn’t run when they had the chance. Remind your brain that dreams can easily turn into nightmares then call one of those perfectly good, semi-normal girls and see what you can get up to this weekend!
When you pick one, can I have the other?
(I don’t need the crazy one a continent away. I already have one of them.)
On the one hand, I like the joke locations, even the ones I don’t get.
On the other hand, I hear about these smart wonderful guys, and I have no idea if they live anywhere near me. (ooo, and he’s a CHARTER member.)
(also, Brain, please stop typing the wrong words. Leave =/ live)
An open letter to the chowderheads of the world:
Pushing both the UP and DOWN elevator call buttons will not get you where you’re going any faster. In fact, it slows down the whole system, because the elevator now has to make unnecessary stops. Knock it off before I have to hurt somebody.
luv’n’kisses,
flodnak
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
People, just because Dubai is one o’ them Middle-Eastern countries does not mean we are lining their pockets every time we fill up the tank! Yes, those pictures (over 2.5meg worth!) show fantastic and amazing buildings, both currently standing, in construction, and in the planning phases. SO WHAT?!?!? That’s how they make their money - real estate and tourism, not oil!
This kind of crap drives me CRAZY! The worst part is that I know this hit the email boxes of at least 4000+ people today. I’m a part-time Mary Kay consultant, and this came from someone pretty high up on the food chain (my National Sales Director, if you know what that means), and got forwarded to every one of her directors, and each director probably sent it to every one of her consultants.
I just had to respond. I didn’t want to get long-winded or too vituperative, so all I said was …
"But Dubai has nothing to do with Saudi Arabia - it’s a completely different country! If you read up on Dubai at all, you will see that oil and natural gas revenues account for approximately 6% of the country’s economy. Just because they’re in the Middle East doesn’t mean that they rely on oil for their money - we are not making them rich every time we fill up our gas tanks. From wikipedia.com:
‘A majority of the emirate’s revenues are from trade, manufacturing and financial services.[6] Revenues from petroleum and natural gas contribute less than 6% (2006)[7] of Dubai’s US$ 37 billion economy (2005).[8] Dubai has attracted world-wide attention through innovative real estate projects [9] and sports events.’
Full article Dubai - Wikipedia
This kind of broad-brush generalization about Middle Eastern countries drives me crazy. Please don’t feed into the hateful fearmongering attitude that already exists in this country. All you are doing by forwarding this email is spreading completely inaccurate information to THREE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE!!!"
I wonder if I’ll get any response.
I live about 50 yards from the Tel Aviv Cinemateque. The plaza in front is used for demonstrations too small to fill up Rabin Square, and for the occasional cultural event. They set up a stage there today, and have doing sound checks all afternoon. The singing started about half an hour ago and…well, the band is pretty tight, but the singer…
WILL YOU STOP BUTCHERING PHIL COLLINGS, YOU WORTHLESS WASTE OF DECIBELS!?
I’m trying to get some work done here, asshole!
…
Ok, he finished his godawful, 15-minute version of “No Son of Mine.” GOOD. Let’s see what’s next.
…
“Calling Elvis”, by Dire Straits.
It seems as though you *can * have a more limited vocal range that Mark Knopfler. Who knew?
I’ve got a quarter that says, “No.”