ARRRGGGGHHH! Brett Favre is not being traded to Tampa so why are we still hearing about him as the lead news story and about 75% of the total news program? Here’s some breaking news, MOST PEOPLE DON’T CARE! We’ve been forced to listen to this for days on end, it’s over, let the New Yorkers suffer with Favre overload and shut up about it already!
I know what you mean, Wile E. I live in a hockey-obsessed city; a Canadian team could win the World Series of baseball, and the headlines here would be:
“Three Months Until Hockey Starts Again!”
“And in other new, Blue Jays Win World Series.”
Dear on-campus housing guy:
You are the housing department. That’s a side effect of this being such a small school.
So if someone calls you on Monday and leaves a voicemail with a question, and you don’t call her back, and so she leaves another voicemail on Tuesday repeating the question, with the excuse that the phone in my room doesn’t work all that well and maybe you missed the message, and you don’t call her back, and so she calls again and emails you on Wednesday, and by midday on Thursday you have still not in any way acknowledged her very simple question, you are a jackass. In other words: DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB.
(And to my boss’s suggestion: no, the fact that he has young kids is not an excuse. His wife is a stay-at-home mom and they live on-campus, thirty seconds from his office, for fucks sake.)
Dear supercool college DJ gal:
The first couple times I heard it, I chalked up to your newness.
But it’s now been 1.5 semesters, and you’re still calling the band “Architecture In Helinski”.
It’s no longer cute or naive or fresh.
It just makes you sound dumb, dumb, DUMB!
It’s Helsinki, dammit.
Hey, you in your organic, enviromentally-friendly, politically correct Smart Car - what did you think would happen when you cut me off and slammed on your brakes? Of course I’m going to blare the horn at you.
I could run over you like a speed bump, moron. I would run over you and think I’d hit a pothole. My vehicle weighs 10,000 pounds. It has a lot of great features, but ‘Stops on a dime’ ain’t one of them.
Don’t cut off a vehicle that’s ten times bigger than yours, and if you do, don’t get pissed when I blow the horn at you.
Calgary is a semi-arid area. We are in August now. That means:
- If you’re doing things right, your lawn is turning brown and that’s just fine.
- Turning on your sprinklers in the heat of the day is stupid and wasteful.
- Watering the sidewalk and driveway is stupid and wasteful.
- Watering all day is stupid and wasteful.
This is fresh, treated drinkable water that these morons are using to keep their lawns pristine green. Take your Kentucky Bluegrass lawn out and put in some drought-tolerant grass and plants, you bunch of water-wasting jerks. I’ve watered my drought-tolerant plants about once this summer, and they’re thriving. The secret is the right plant in the right place - if you have to water constantly, you’ve got the wrong plants.
I always cringe when I see footage of the various huge pools and fountains in Las Vegas for much the same reason. I can’t help wondering how much of that water represents fossil water reserves being used for nothing better than ephemeral art. In a wet area, like the Pacific Northwest, it wouldn’t bother me. But in Las Vegas? cringe
That’s not going to go on forever - isn’t Lake Mead at dangerously low levels or something? I have to go look - yup, due to run out in 10 or so years. Hey, Bellagio, how about a beautiful garden of native plants to show off how posh you are?
I wish people would stop labelling TV Episode threads with their date of US broadcast, because it’s a meaningless reference for anybody who watches it at a later time or in a different country.
I wish they’d use the S03E02 nomenclature instead.
Sorry. I often don’t have the faintest clue what season/episode a show is on so I’ve never labeled this way. I think I’ve only posted show review threads for “The Next Food Network Star”, though.
I was supposed to work in office Tuesday, but I called in sick. I wrenched my back pretty good Monday working here at home. I even called her Monday after it happened, just to give her a heads up, stating I was going to try to go to the doctor that night. I ended up prone on the floor Monday night, not going anywhere. Tuesday morning I called in, noting I could barely move - would be going to the doctor. Went to the doctor, he ended up just prescribing pain meds. Wednesday I worked from home (my usual home day). I didn’t say much of anything to my boss, as I didn’t know what needed to be said. Nothing, really. I worked the whole day, laying on the floor for most of it.
Yesterday I was in office. Received an email that we needed to have a meeting about my sick time usage. What? Okay. I have kidney disease. I have chronic sinus problems. I have migraines. I use my sick time because I have to, not to go golfing or shopping. I hobbled over to her office, wanted to know why having a meeting about my being home Tuesday was relevant. Well, because you seem to always be out of sick time. I am aware of that, TYVM. What else? I’m concerned about you. Why? You’re behind in your work. We’re ALL behind in our work. That whole “Do more with less” claptrap. How is having a meeting to discuss my health issues important? I should be at my desk you know, catching up, rather than in here talking to you. GAH!
This is the same boss who wanted to have a discussion about my difficulty arriving timely. In one month, I called in late TWICE due to traffic. Both times there had been accidents up ahead and I got stuck in the resulting lane closures and rubbernecking. Both times I called her, in traffic, to inform her of the situation. “Do we need to change your start time from 8:00 to 8:05?” Uh, no, you need to consider the rest of the days I arrive at least 10 minutes before my shift and start working immediately. OR you can endow me with the magical ability to know where an accident will be so I can a different route in to the office.
Yesterday I was pissed after I received that e-mail. I have NEVER worked for such a micromanager in my life. She has very little clue about what we do, so has to remind us she’s in charge by any means possible. Fuck off.
She also sends us reports every month to let us know what areas we are failing in. Ya THINK? I look at my worklist, see stuff from July in there, know I’m behind. Really do NOT need you to waste my time to “discuss” it. BUT to appease her I send back a lovely email confirming why i am a waste of flesh and what I’m doing to rectify the problems. Well, the courts not having time to set hearings, deputies being understaffed to have time issues serving clients, clients not returning stuff timely… it’s all my fault. Yup.
Add to it, she now gives us reports that must be completed within X days. In the past the reports were used as a tool to see what new work we could be done. Now they’re mandatory (by her only, talking to people in other units). Sure, with being two people short in our team, caseloads increasing, coverage from hell, a few newbies who have no clue what they’re doing going in and fucking up our cases so we have to spend time cleaning them up… I’ll get right on it. Bitch.
I received a phone call about an hour ago - TheKid was in a car accident. She’s shook up, but okay. My natural reaction is to go get her, but I don’t DARE ask to leave. She’s upset because she wants to come home. Sorry, kid. My boss is a clueless micromanaging idiot without a fucking clue. I’ll be there in 4 hours. UGH. I hate this. I love what I do. I have had difficult bosses before. But none that I so vehemently despise as this one.
I hate having to choose either being in pain or taking stupid pills. The stupid pills make me too stupid. And since the pain is bad, I have been taking the stupid pills all week. And as a result of my stupidity, I returned the wrong movie to Netflix. So instead of *Castle in the Sky *awaiting me, it’s the same old *Connections *disc that I finished watching 4 days ago. And naturally I didn’t notice this until I got my email from Netflix saying, “We received the movie you haven’t watched yet, dumbass!”
Friggin’ dental industry and their friggin’ barbaric practices and their friggin’ not being able to transplant new tooth buds in my mouth yet to replace my defective teeth. Helloooo! 21st Century here! Can we get some cool, non-painful, effective dental technologies, puh-leeeeeze? Friggers.
I pit those sharp-edged plastic soda bottle tops. When you try to turn them, you cut your hand! Asswipes.
I’m mildly annoyed by a news story that was just on CNN. It seems a baby was born at 8:08 a.m. on 8/8/08. That’s pretty cool, I’m thinking. Until they explain that the birth was by C-section, deliberately scheduled a week before the due date, and timed to arrive at 8:08, just so the parents could say their baby was born on 8/08/08 at 8:08. That’s cheating.
For feeling stupid, wait until you get the email that says “You sent us one of your personal discs, and we’re sending it back to you”. Good times.
So we bought our new HD TV last weekend. And we called up Dish Network, who has always been good to us, that same day to set up HD service. We pay the $75 installation fee over the phone, and we’re good to go. This was on August 3. We were ready! And we were especially excited when we realized that we’d be getting our service just in time to watch the Olympics in HD. So we waited patiently, and excitedly, through the last work week for our installation appointment this past Saturday, August 9. We never got a confirmation call from Dish about the appointment, but we didn’t think it was a big deal because, as I said, they’ve always been good to us.
So Saturday morning rolls around, and our appointment is scheduled sometime between 8 and noon. Now, I know what you’re thinking, but you’d be wrong – they showed up. At 8:30, no less! The service technician walks in and says, “OK, so what’s the problem?”
I say, “Uh, there’s no problem. You’re putting up a new dish for us.” And he says, “No, the paperwork shows this is a service call.” I tell him that’s definitely not the case. He insists on pointing out to me what the paperwork says, which I acknowledge, but tell him that has nothing to do with the reality of our situation. He calls his boss, but they’re just installers for Dish, and Dish is the one that fed them the incorrect information. There’s nothing they can do. They don’t even have the equipment on hand to install for us.
So he leaves, and I call Dish. Dish is very sorry, and there’s something in the system about us needing something or other, but there no upgrade order, and not even a date for an installation. Something wrong with their system. But nothing they can do about it, of course. No record of what our $75 payment was for, even. :mad:
Now, ideally I would have rescheduled for the following weekend, but again, part of the fun is to watch the Olympics in HD, and we’d lose a week of it if we waited. So, reluctantly, I reschedule for this Tuesday, meaning I need to take off from work to deal with it. And what does Dish offer in return for completely screwing us over, causing us to clear our calendar on Saturday for nothing and now causing me to take a day off of work? $20. A $20 friggen credit. A slap in the face.
For seven years, you guys have made us very happy customers, so I don’t need to go completely ape-shit over this. But we will be speaking to higher-ups about this. And we will be getting more than a $20 compensation. This, assuming that tomorrow’s installation goes according to (the inconveniently revised) schedule.
Grr.
DirecTV missed an appointment once, and gave us an entire month’s credit plus 3 months of a premium channel. Tell that to the Dish people!
Thank you for that. I just sent a lengthy email to a couple of executives in the company and included your anecdote therein. 
Dish once shut off my service on the day after Christmas in order to test that I was not stealing the box and… something. So they made me go around and turn each box on, and do all sorts of stuff. And, of course, one box failed and they were threatening me with penalties.
That was when I canceled the service.