I realize you take your life into your own hands when you ask for information at an information desk from a fossilized elder. I know that person is almost ALWAYS a volunteer and will fuck you up. I know that because I work in one of those buildings and the volunteers always fuck them up! But Carnegie Science Center, my dad needs that shitty wheelchair we borrowed from you if he wants to see anything. Telling us to go down the ramp instead of showing us the supersecret Other Elevator For The Imax is not very useful when it has TWO SETS OF STEPS at the end (well, only one if we hadn’t gone through the cafe to get my dad, who is also diabetic, something to snack on). Now, it happens that he can walk, just not too far - but a lot of people can’t, and a lot of people don’t have me and my mom to portage the chair like Louis and Clark hauling canoes all around the Great American West. And when we got there we had to go back up the elevator anyway. Also, the wheelchair would not go backwards. Thank you.
Not just any chop suey, but Native American Chop Suey! WTF?! 
Where’s my watch and rings!?
I took them off in the kitchen and hooked them all together as I tend to do when making meatballs (kinda prefer NOT getting meat all stuck in them as fingers are easier to clean) and now I can’t find them.
I haven’t seen them for over a week, I’ve torn apart the house several times, looking in all my usual spots, and even pondered moving the fridge (a daunting prospect when to pull it out you have to unplug it and pull it from its corner in the back far end of the kitchen where it is wedged in, all the way out into the dining room just so you can get around it and into that corner… I swear they just built the kitchen around the damn thing, so I highly doubt they are down there as many things would be lost if it went off the back and there is about a cm of space between the cabinets/counter and it).
Where the hell can they have gone!? I don’t care so much about the watch and one of the rings, but the other was one a friend gave me.
I don’t have a cell phone either Solfy and it fucked me up Sunday afternoon.
I had to buy a phone card to get in touch with a friend of mine, after a mishap with my shopping cart, because the payphone would not put me through, but it says on the phone itself, call anywhere in the States for fifty cents for three minutes.
That’s if you are lucky enough to know where a working payphone is. More often than not, the phones are non-existent or fucked up. :smack:
And I pit myself for being impatient and fucking up my shopping cart. Good work.
Oh, the Wheel of Death. The machines themselves are probably as cold as a fridge. A call center I worked for had one, and I got a cheeseburger after the lunch i’d brought was stolen by an asshole. It was ok, but not great.
The chop suey’s reallly kind of random. The one i’d seen mostly had sandwiches.
Idiots who stand in line at McDonalds or Burger King or wherever, for ten fucking minutes, and then get to the front of the line and when asked, “What would you like to order?” they finally look up and say, “Hmm…let’s see…” and think about it. What the hell were you doing the last ten minutes in line?!
Then the same asshole orders by saying, “I NEED a large order of fries, a large chocolate shake and a Big Mac…” Honey, trust me when I say this; You don’t “need” that - you might want it, or would like to order it, but from the 48 inch waist on your jeans, “need” is not a word you should use when making this order.
Yeah, KSO for the benefit of the Dope, you’ll have to try the Native American Chop Suey Made with Turkey Meat and report back. I wonder if the turkey is prepared as pemmican.
Fuck this pile of shit rivet gun! The damn steel rod of the pop rivet doesn’t reject and remains jammed in the tool and when you disassemble it, the parts go flying all over the place. This is especially bad when you are riveting a plate to a mast on the beach. I found all the parts except one in the sand. Hopefully the next one I buy will work worth a shit.
Fuck you, UTI. That is all.
Flutterby, I put mine on the window ledge.
Fuck you, left ovary. Fuck you to the debilitating pain I get once a month from that ovary. Fuck the OB/GYNs who says it’s normal and I have to learn to live with it. Ten fucking years and I have to fucking learn to live with it? I have a really high tolerance for pain, but this does me in.
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The wifey was just diagnosed with endometriosis and cysts on both ovaries, so on her behalf, I feel your pain.
To my Union Brothers and Sisters,
let me speak for a moment as both your building representative and one of the members of the negotiations committee:
WE ARE ENTERING CONTRACT NEGOTIATIONS! Could you stop your standard internecine bickering, backstabbing, bellyaching, pissing, moaning, whining, complaining, and shitflinging long enough for that to be brought to a successful conclusion? I know you all hate each other; I hate all of you. Right now, though, we need to have a united front in order for this collective bargaining thing to work.
When this is all over, I am going to resign my union officer slots, and then I am going to go around the building and punch each and every one of you in the balls/ovaries.
I will be happy to provide photos. But an actual field test so to speak??? Not sure I’m willing to go that far, even for the Dope. But one friend has already said he’ll eat anything on a dare so he may be the victim…
Yesterday just enough rain fell to make my car look filthy. I HATE when that happens.
Maybe they’ll go into withdrawal without a Big Mac STAT!!!1!!
(As for what they were doing for the last 10 minutes, either talking on the cellphone or listening to the sound of the ocean between their ears. One or the other.)
Dental pain dental pain dental pain.
By the end of each day, I feel like I’ve been kicked repeatedly in the mouth.
I run participants in a lab for one of my professors for credit. The studies are done on computers.
Why today, when I’ve got a ton of appointments, a headache, it’s hot in here, I’ve got an exam directly after my time here, do all the computers go fucking wonky in ways they never have before??? I’m freaking out because the professor is not available right now to help me and there is no way I can fix any of this shit. One computer completely and utterly froze, and a participant can’t pick up where they left off so I had to let her go without finishing. Another who was already crabby at me because her “assistant” wrong down her appointment time wrong and had to wait is having major weird computer problems too. We use a random room/condition number generator and cross them off a list when they have been used but the computer kept telling me her participant number has been used before, which should be impossible. And I hate feeling like the stupid asshole that doesn’t know what is going on!!! Argh!
You know, I am one of the most obnoxious grammar nazis out there. I freely admit it. For Fuck’s sake, though, at least I do actually use proper grammar myself. Seriously, the next fucking moron who, when I greet them with, “Good afternoon, this is Litoris, how may I help you?” answers with, “I don’t know, can you?” is going to get the most brutal verbal beat down ever administered. Seriously, you fuckstains – at least listen to what I have said before assuming that I am the moron that you would hire who doesn’t understand can vs may. Do not fucking correct what has not been mistaken. This has happened to me 3 times today. The last one was told “I am quite confident that I can help you, I was asking how I may help you today.” Cuntstains. Ugh.
Oh yeh, and so I don’t end up doing a full thread, and get to vent a bit – may I just put my son’s moron of a teacher in here? Seriously. This fucking moron bragged about having “a Master’s Degree in reading” during our little meet & greet at the beginning of the year. Apparently, getting a masters in reading does not include classes on comprehension, spelling, punctuation or grammar. I swear, I am ready to break out the red ink pens and start marking and returning her papers to her. Seriously. This is what I found in the packet of last week’s work that was sent home:
What my son wrote was “I lost my chowder! When I got home I took hour long shower.”
How she corrected it was “I lost my chowder! When I got home I took a hour long shower.”
A? Seriously? “A hour long shower” is correct now? Seriously? Look, bitch, if you don’t know proper grammar, do fucking not try to correct my son’s work, just send it home to me. I will correct it and send it in so you don’t have to hurt your little brain with thinking. She also managed to misspell the word “envelope” 4 times in a note she sent home last week. A note that was typed up on a computer. Is there a computer in existence that doesn’t have some form of spellcheck?
People with Masters’ degrees in Reading don’t use spellcheck.
Hey, is there an exam I can challenge for that? I’ve read A LOT of books!
It takes every ounce of willpower for me not to make snide comments to the woman. She seems nice enough, so we let a lot of the idiocy slide, but Great FSM, she’s an idiot. Another little boy has been picking on my son. We have taught both kids to stand on their own two feet and when he realised the little turd wouldn’t be reasoned with, he went to the teacher. He told her the boy has been calling him names (keep in mind this school supposedly has a ‘Zero Tolerance’ policy regarding bullies) and her response? “Well, you two should just be friends.” :dubious: I want some of what this idiot smokes for breakfast if that makes any sense to her. What a fucking moron.