One of my coworkers and I were born on the same day. They just called a big meeting and had a big, “Happy Birthday Matt!” celebration. I was not mentioned. I am kind of glad they are firing me now.
Happy birthday anyway, pbbth. Maybe they just don’t know? Yeah, that must be it.
Happy birthday, pbbth! Oh, and Matt?
Fuck you.
I love you, Sigmagirl, and I now want to bear your children. 
Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone!
Happy Birthday, pbbth! (Big smacky kiss)
Mine own:
I have to attend a graduation ceremony today. The person it’s for and the circumstances surrounding my relationship with this person is a very long story that warrants its own thread, I’m sure, but my rant has nothing to do with that part of the story.
No, what I’m totally freaked about is that the goddamn school is sitting us on the football field. There is no shade. There is no shelter. It’s 110 out there right now. My in-laws have this ridiculous idea that it matters where we sit, so we have to go out there at 5 to get seats. The ceremony doesn’t begin until 7. I may die.
Happy Birthday, pbbth! (toots party noisemaker) And a nice big “Fuck you” to your asswipe coworkers.
I might get fired soon too. My department knows there will be layoffs before the month is out. One whole department we work with closely is already being dissolved, their work to be handed over to another division in another country. I have no idea whether the project I’m sort of in charge of, along with my job, is headed overseas too.
Why do I feel so freakin’ fat? My scale claims I’m four pounds lighter than I was two weeks ago, which is nice, but I *feel *extra-jiggly and just plain heavy. I’m weighing myself down. My pants are too tight. I am the Blob. Fuck you, body weight.
I’d fire you.
Kidding! Just kidding!
And happy birthday, pbbth. Stoopid soon to be ex co-workers. If I were you, I’d make a point of eating leftover, obvious birthday cake at lunch tomorrow, and tell them it’s yours from yesterday. Jerks. (The “jerks” part is optional.)
Yeah, I don’t think they’d get it. My parents sent my birthday presents to my work today (there is a mpsims thread about it actually) and so they watched me unbox presents wrapped in Happy Birthday paper and saw them sitting on my desk all day. They are just dicks.
Ignore your pants, emilyforce. The way my body works is that the numbers get lower and I notice no difference in size and then the numbers stand still while my body shrinks. I assume you are experiencing something similar.
I’ve been involved with crazy girls before. I know how it goes. That’s why I want to turn these feelings off, but I don’t know how. Ugh. Why am I attracted to these types? I think I understand women who like asshole guys a lot better now if this is how it feels for them.
Regular, or wild and extra slutty? There’s one of each.
P.S. - Happy birthday, pbbth! You have the same birthday as Garfield. (I only know that because mine is three days later.)
Hey, if you’re interested in going over to the dark side, you’re about a half hour away from my crazy girl. You’ll have to wait until she gets over her current suicidal ideations and feels like actually talking to people again, though. It may take weeks. Or months.
(God, what the hell is wrong with me to be attracted to that?!)
People, I will be able to help you more effectively if your question makes what we in the business like to call “a lick of sense.”
neutron star, you seem to be doing a good job of talking yourself out of liking crazy chick. Keep on, grasshopper.
Maybe you’re just young. Stable, normal, healthy guys didn’t used to be as attractive as they became after I got old enough to want to settle down. Or maybe they always were, but I just didn’t think I deserved a nice, healthy, normal guy.
I’d like to think I’m old enough to know better; I turn 30 on Sunday, but then I did spend my late teens and most of my 20s with my ex-wife, so that’s a lot of dating experience I missed out on.
Amazingly enough, I did get a response. Here it is, cut and pasted:
“Leah, 300 M. people will have 300 M. prospective… Thanks for sharing yours… XXXX”
Gee, I think you meant to say PERSPECTIVES. And perspectives, like opinions, are usually based on FACTS. So if the “facts” you base your perspectives on are shown to be incorrect, maybe you should be willing to change your perspective to coincide with frikkin’ REALITY.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
And there’s no “firing” available … I’m an independent contractor, so unless I violate the signed legal agreement, they’re stuck with me!
Is it just me or does that look like a businessese translation of “Opinions are like assholes: Everyone has one, and that’s yours.”?
Yup.
We are not entitled buy gasoline for $2.50 per gallon.
The oil companies are not jacking up the price, it’s supply and demand.
Here’s a thought! Maybe instead of feeling so entitled and bitter, we should be happy for those in the developing countries who can now afford to own cars. I’d say it’s worth paying more for fuel to know that a few hundred million of my fellow human beings have managed to struggle out of poverty to the point where they can do this.
I think this is one of the worst examples of American self-centeredness when it comes to world events. Hell, even through this whole Iraqi war they hardly ever mention how many locals have been killed; instead, it’s only the few thousand Americans who’ve died that they constantly mention.
Sometimes I’m really disappointed by my country.
XXXX,
Did you mean perspective? I guess you could call Dubai’s economy a perspective (heck, you can call it a horsepickle if you want), but in order to avoid confusion by trying to use grown up words, in the future, why don’t you just call what I gave you “facts”. Whereas the email you forwarded to me can be called, oh I dunno, how about, crap. A thinly veiled piece of racist crap.
Globally yours,
Leah
Dammit, why is every guy I meet is either gay, married, old enough to be my dad, lives in another state/country, or some combination of the above? And I have a coworker saying I should get a guy. Well, recommend me one!
And my mom is nagging me about not being a Christian. I’m going to start leaving the room when she brings it up. (Mom, it’s all well and good that god tells you what shoes to wear*, but he doesn’t talk to me. The only voices I hear are my imaginary friends. And yes, I have a conscience, it’s from having morals, which have nothing to do with god [unless Heinlein and Roddenberry count as a dieties.])
- seriously. Apparently god didn’t want her to wear high heels today because her knees started hurting as soon as she started thinking about them. Uh-huh.
And it’s fucking hot and I refuse to work on my new computer when it’s over 85 in here (it’s currently 93 in here) so I’m on my old crappy laptop because it was that or actually get stuff done around the house. =^.^= (Er, it’s still Friday, innit? I took the day off cuz I have nothing to do at work. So far today, I’ve, um, cleaned the kitchen and got an oil change. And surfed here.)
And my brain needs to stop inventing words like ‘gotten’
As a person who uses public transportation, walks and drives in the city, I have a related but opposite complaint.
You are at the intersection further west along the street waiting to cross, I am slowly and carefully exiting the parking garage once I clear the garage, I am forced by oncoming one-way traffic on 5th avenue (all 4 lanes), to wait until there is a clearing before I can cross to the SE lane in order to turn onto the equally one way “G” street.
I’m stopped, I’ve BEEN stopped and waiting for traffic the entire time you were waiting at the intersection, then getting your walk light, then approaching my truck. Don’t then stop as if I suddenly and mysteriously appeared, give me the huffy look and act as if I’m supposed to magically disappear from your path. There is a very tiny amount of distance for you to travel in order to go behind any vehicle exiting our garage (I KNOW, because that’s where my bus lets me off in the morning, and I’ve managed to cross behind vehicles trying to exit many times). They cannot SEE the road from inside the parking garage idiot! They have no choice but to move out across the sidewalk in order to merge into traffic.
Are you under the impression that we have some sort of crossing guard that watches the exit all day and waves us out when there are no people walking?
Speaking of people walking, no WONDER so many people are bad drivers. I’ll bet they’re the same ones that are completely oblivious of other people anywhere in their vicinity.
For example, (and this happens a lot, I’m beginning to think I’m invisible), I’m walking out of the store, the columns and walls are directly (a few inches) from my left side and there is a wide open entry way for a good 15 feet to my right. It never fails that people approach and try to go around me on my left. Am I supposed to beam out of their way, or perhaps climb the column so as not to inconsiderately be already in the space they wish to occupy? Alternately, can they not see the giant area of space directly to my right?
GRRR…
Elevators. This is NOT rocket surgery, let the people already in the elevator exit BEFORE you enter! :mad:
The phrase “all of my life” and the smart-assed rejoinder ala Paula Poundstone and every wannabe wit of “so FAR you mean, Snerk! chortle, Smirk!”.
No idiot, it means all of my/his/her life. Past and present, no one’s future is real, concrete or guaranteed, so technically the phrase “all of my life” is completely correct in that it encompasses only what has substance and reality. My life to come is not mine yet.