And here’s a third thing to be pissed about: He expected his little girl to pick up the dog poo. Guy sounds like a jerk anyway but “I’ll have her clean it up” sounds like he expects women to do the scut work.
I have no problem with teaching kids work ethics, but this guy sounds like he doesn’t have to do anything.
I had to go to the dentist today and my mouth is all numb 
worst part is, the numbness has now worn off enough that it hurts and I can feel it hurting and I can taste some of the disgusting whatever-the-hell they put in my mouth, but my lips and even my nose still feel dead and numb.
I know it will probably hurt more when it wears off, but I can deal with that. This hurting but numb thing sucks. I want to at least feel like i can take an ibuprofen without drooling the water all over the place.
Wow. That deserves a good deal more than a mini-rant. I think that’s a fairly normal short-term reaction, but if it continues to disrupt your life, don’t be shy about getting some anti-anxiety drugs to break the cycle. They work.
Sorry to me-too after mischievous, but seriously, just because someone’s having a worse day than you does not mean your day is good. PTSD can linger for quite a while so please please please get help sooner rather than later.
Thank you both. I saw my therapist a couple of days after it happened, and I think his advice is what broke the flashback cycle for me. If it keeps bugging me today, I’ll be able to deal with it.
#1: I noticed yesterday that we have no power in our living room and vestibule. Checked the circuit breaker box, and sure enough the breaker is flipped. I flip it back, it makes a “click—BUZZ” sound and flips again. Hmmmm.
So back to the living room to unplug everything there. I unplug Three lamps and my electric piano (we don’t use that room much). Nothing else is plugged in. Back to the breaker box. “Click—BUZZ”. Try again. “Click–BUZZ”.
Having exhausted my electric skills, I call the electrician. Unfortunately, they can’t come until Monday morning. Hopefully it’s just a bad circuit breaker and not something more expensive.
#2: Because it was raining, I got on our eliptical trainer this morning instead of taking a walk. I turned on our just-over-a-year-old television, flipped it to ESPN, and discovered…that we had no sound. Flip thru the other cable channels. We have sound on the local hi-def channels, but no sound on the non-hi-def channels. I give an exasperated sigh. We had this same problem two months ago, while it was still under warranty, and the service tech fixed it with a firmware upgrade. Now the problem’s back. Time to call Panasonic again.
#3: I’m scheduled to participate in the Indy Racing Experience on Friday morning – where I get to drive a real race car around the Indianapolis Motor Speedway for three laps (although at a much slower speed than the real race drivers do). It’s an early birthday present from my wife. Of course, I’ve been checking the weather forecast for Friday regularly. Until this morning, Friday’s been predicted as sunny and the low 70s. Then suddenly today Friday’s forecast has changed to 30% chance of morning showers. NO!!!
Won’t work for you Merikuns but : fuck Bastille day. Fuck the assholes blowing homemade fireworks all night long. Fuck the 200 dB “ball” held by the local City Hall, playing nothing but 80s shite, or techno remixes of 80s shite. Fuck the Bastille day military parade, for France’s army had nothing to do with the Revolution in the first place. If the message is supposed to be “yes, Paris, you overthrew the government once, but now look at the toys we’ve got, stomp, stomp, stomp”, fuck it twice. And above all, fuck every drunken asshole who’ll vomit about freedom and equality on Bastille day.
God, I hate it here. But everywhere else is fucking worse.
We should? Are you that guy who takes an unidentifiable quasi-science-experiment food-oid product out of the refrigerator and turns to a loved one and says “Here, taste this.”?
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Won’t work for you Merikuns but : fuck Bastille day. Fuck the assholes blowing homemade fireworks all night long. …QUOTE]
I feel for you. My redneck neighbors are still shooting off Fourth of July fireworks. I can’t wait until the run out. Or blow off a hand.
You really think that would stop them? 
My neighborhood’s pool is finally going to open this week, right across from my house, after months of construction delays. None of the promised landscaping is in place, and the jackasses responsible for the construction have decided to add an unlocked play area at the last minute. None of the equipment is in yet, but I just bet it’s going to be some cheap plastic crap that fades within a matter of months. Oh, did I mention that the construction company still has a massive porta-potty set up on the sidewalk? Yeah, I have a great view out of my front windows right now. :rolleyes:
Email cc:'s.
Employee submits form to payroll chick with a cc: to me. This is the policy. Submit form to payroll chick with a cc: to me.
Portion of form is incorrect. I hit “Reply All”, and address the employee by name to tell her what’s wrong with her form.
Payroll chick emails just me saying, “What are you talking about?”
I reply back to her saying, “The form employee just sent you is wrong.”
Today payroll chick sends email to employee (with a cc: to ME) saying, “Your form is wrong.”
You stupid fucking moron. I already told her that! You were cc:'d on it!
Boss sends email to me with a cc: to the CFO with a list of docs.
I hit “Reply All” and say I can get them all except the stuff the CFO will have to do.
Boss emails ME and says, “CFO will have to get that, that’s why I cc:'d her.”
I email him back, “Yes, I know. That’s why I cc:'d her in my response.”
Gah, headsmash.
Good. This means no one will have an excuse to pee in the pool. 
You know what?
I am sick of the people I work with, sick of the people I deal with at the grocery store, on the roads, at the bank, at Target. I am just plain sick of people. They are all STUPID SHIT HEADS and they are in my way and they do NOT think critically and they are unexamined and believe everything they read and hear and I have HAD it.
God DAMMIT, I am crabby right now. If this isn’t a rant I don’t know what is. And if you don’t like it or don’t agree, bite me.
I’m terrified of failing the bar exam. And I am SO FREAKING TIRED of studying!
Shut up brain!!!
Yeah…I can’t wait for the 'ool to open now! 
I do hope they have bathrooms…I know they have showers, but they’re located in an open stall alongside the clubhouse. I know the clubhouse has bathrooms, but it’s supposed to stay locked unless there’s a special occasion.
My boss has this really annoying habit. Well, I guess he would say the same about me. I’m not the most sweetness and light kinda woman. I imagine that’s pretty obvious. I try to fake it, but some days, you know, I just can’t.
My boss always greets me with, “How are you?” Now, some people take intend that as an actual inquiry, others see it as just a greeting. Boss wants it to be both, but when I answer fine he won’t accept it, when I give him a lowdown on what’s going on then he’s bored and put out. Either way I go, I get crap.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I’m just annoyed.” (Like I always am. We’ve worked together for years. I know it annoys you that I’m easily annoyed. That’s why I try not to make it your problem as much as possible.)
“Why, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, really, it’s just one of those days.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
So to get him to drop it, I tell him what’s annoying me, then he responds with an answer that says, “Jesus, something that stupid? Christ, that’s nothing, why are you bothering me with this? Look, can you pull the Johnson file?”
:dubious:
Boss, I KNOW you don’t really care. And I KNOW that you’re not going to do anything that’s going to solve my problem. Plus I’ve told you before that if it’s important I’ll tell you, otherwise I’ll get over it. And I’m TRYING to be all sweetness and light, but it hurts my feelings when you insist I tell you what’s going on and then you invalidate me. That’s why I’m trying to just get you to move on. But then you get mad at me when I tell you I’m fine.
Stop. Please. Stop.
Some days just aren’t worth the effort it takes to wake up.
Have you by any chance asked your doctor to check your thyroid? The reason I ask is I just went for my very first non-gyno physical. My doctor noticed my thyroid was enlarged and ran a test. Turns out I have hypothyroidism and am now taking a pill to regulate it. Within 3 weeks, I noticed my patience level has gone WAY WAY up. My lack of it before had led to problems at work and at home. I, too, could not let someone’s stupidity go and felt I just had to “fix” it.
Your thyroid controls so much in your body. One symptom of hypothyroidism (of the many) is depression. I highly recommend having a blood test done.
Now my mini-rant - damn my dad’s parents for passing on to me a susceptibility to periodontal disease. Even though I have both of your’s dentures as a memento (it’s a long story), I did not want to have to use them. I’m 42 and way too young to soak my teeth.
How would he respond to, “You’re the one who asked”?