I’m sorry, but that was hilarious. Thank you!
I pit myself.
I have to break up with someone today. I have let it go for too long and haven’t done it due to my own cowardice. But it’s clear that my hear isn’t in it, and she deserves better. So now I cannot sleep.
My boss is such a tool.
A client dropped by with blueberry bread for the office yesterday. She’d just taken it out of her freezer, so my boss set it aside to thaw. We all say how yummy it will be and how we can’t wait to try it, including boss.
This morning he says he’s going upstairs (where the break room is) and has the the bread in his hand. I call out, “I’ll take a slice too!” since I can’t leave my station. He comes over saying he doesn’t have a knife. I say, “oh aren’t you going upstairs?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to bring a knife down.”
“Um…OK, so just bring the bread…I thought you were having some”
“No” said in a tone of voice one uses when you’re five.
“Fine, never mind then” I say. I can see he’s in a mood now.
He then grabs the bread, stalks over to the reception desk and throws it in the trash bin.
Co-worker and I just stare at him. He doesn’t look at us, just walks to his desk.
Drives me crazy.
Ooh, Lionne, that would be my tip to go find another job. I’ve worked for the crazy before; it doesn’t end well. In fact, I think I’m working for the crazy now (who chastises an employee for actually doing their job?) - I look for work just about every day.
I didn’t want a dog. Remember my “official dad” statement 12 years ago when our faithful dog Ido died?
Official dad statement, " I don’t want another dog, but since you (the kids) do, you have to take care of it."
Then we got Bubba, the world’s best dog. I love him dearly but my message still stands - “YOU HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM!”
So now that you are home for semester break do you think that maybe once you could feed him, groom him, take him for a walk or, heavens forbid, pick up and dispose of his excellent lawn trophies?
I tripped over a boot drying on the hall rug and sprained my big toe today. It bent under as my foot rolled over top of it carrying most of my weight as I fell. I can move it OK and am walking without limping but it’s black and blue and puffy and is going to be stiff as hell tomorrow.
I hate winter and wet winter gear all over the place.
$70 is an excessive price to pay for a pregnancy test when I knew damn well I was not pregnant.
In other news, it’s kinda sucky to be in so much pain that when someone says “If you don’t pee in a cup for a pregnancy test, I’m not sure if we can actually do a pelvic x-ray” you say “I think that’s stupid, but I’ll pee in the cup for you if it means you’ll do the x-ray so I can be sure I didn’t fracture my pelvis and don’t need surgury”.
(Good news: While I was stupid enough to slide down the stairs and give myself a tremendous hematoma and contussion, I was not unfortunate enough to break/fracture any bones. And the overall hospital bill is high but not excessively so given the pain I was in . . . But the pregnancy test bugged me at the time, and is tempting me to write a letter of complaint, because $70 is a little excessive for a test that confirms what I already knew–no conception had occurred in the three weeks since my last period.)
Sorry, Eureka, but pregnancy tests on all women between about five and 65 is standard operating procedure in any hospital in North America. It’s a quick and simple procedure that is in place to cover your ass and the hospital’s - you think you know you aren’t pregnant, but they don’t, and as we’ve learned on “House,” people lie (not saying you do, just that people in general do). Plus, people coming into hospitals for treatment aren’t always coherent; I came in for dehydration once, and I could barely tell you my own name. Also, people can be kinda stupid (“I can’t be pregnant - we only did it once!”, etc.). Sorry, as annoyed as you might be, I cannot support this mini-rant. 
Sill, $70 for a pregnancy test is ridiculous. I can walk over to Walgreens and buy a digital pregnancy tester for $12.99. Now maybe the hospital prefers gold plated pregnancy test kits, but even at that, volume discounts should allow them to charge less than 5 times the street price for a kit.
Really, featherlou, it’s not the actual pregnancy test which I minded–given the desire for a pelvic x-ray–it’s the fact that it costs me SEVENTY dollars. Seventy dollars as a nuisance fee for someone whose only purpose in going to the emergency room is to find out IF she’s pregnant? OK, no big.
But the hospital is charging me 800ish dollars for the visit, and while most of that is for x-rays or nursing care and processing, I’m a little pissed about being charged seventy dollars for a pregnancy test because they were too lazy to figure out whether they had a form I could sign assuring them that I wasn’t pregnant and absolving them of responsibility.
It’s ok if you don’t support my mini-rant.
Thanks, but this job is great in so many aspects…I can deal with his moods.
I’ve always got my ears open, though!
Lionne, that is just thirteen different kinds of crazy.
I pit the inept property management of my building! My office has gotten water in it twice since Christmas. It comes up from under the building through the slab. They sent a guy with a wheelbarrow full of dirt to place outside the window - I doubt that’s gonna do any good.
This morning takes the cake, however. A water line broke in the mens’ room and began leaking out - the conference room and telephone closet have an inch of water in them. We’ve moved lots of plans and furniture out of the way of the spreading pool. The poor office girl called the plumber at 8:45 this morning, and as of 11:30 nobody had responded! The people who own the building have their own maintenance crews - she called the main office - they THINK they have a valve wrench but THEY DON’T KNOW WHERE IT IS … meanwhile water is pouring all over the place … does the main office even send a maintenance person over here? Does the property owner call and jack up the plumber ?? No! She leaves the office girl here wringing her hands, and us the building tenants doing our best to keep our stuff dry. Our survey guy went home and brought his wet vac up here - he’s vacuuming up and pouring it out the front door - sorry Tony, no way in hell you’re gonna keep up with a million gallon water tank!
GRRRRRRRRR!!!
I understand dialing a wrong number, I was kind enough to tell you that you had a wrong number. So when you dialed it (the wrong number) again, why the fuck do you have to be rude enough to simply hang up?
I sent an email to my HOA management company a week ago asking what I needed to do about getting authorization to have a satellite dish installed so I could switch from Time Warner to DirecTv. How long can it take to respond to a simple question?
In my case, it’d be because I was embarrassed!
Yea, I get that it’s embarrassing. But answering the phone to only hear a dial tone to me is worse than answering it to hear “oops, sorry, I’ll not bother you again”.
I Pit the Adoring Parents that feel they MUST drive their Precious Darlings to the door of their school…
and double-park 2 roads in my neighborhood Every Weekday so no-one else can pass -
one of them being the direct route to the train station that I’m driving my commuter to :smack:
That’s true. I usually do that or kind of make fun of myself.
Boss #2: I’m trying to be patient with your quirks. I really do think you rock and I like working for you. I know you don’t mean this stuff personally. It’s just that some… things… don’t occur to you as really, really stupid and annoying.
But, please stop putting things in your out-box because you want me to throw them away.
You have a trash can right there by your chair, remember?.
My son needed to go over to his former elementary school today to complete a task for the librarian.
I wrote a note excusing him about 20 minutes early out of Intermediate School
( gr. 5 and 6) so he could walk over and do his thing.
I get a call from the teacher stating he is not allowed to walk over to the other school because of school policy.An adult has to check him out, which I would have thought my hand written note would have been suffice. * Rather than waste my breath arguing over the point that he is allowed to walk over that exact route ( 200 yards, possibly) to meet up with his sister and the ride home, only twenty minutes earlier,* I wait patiently for her to come to the end of a sentance and I said pleasantly, " That’s fine. I’ll pick him up at school and drive him over."
I can tell you that my response was not what the teacher expected. I was nice and provided a solution without being barking mad.
Wishing I had said, " It’s a good thing I’m unemployeed right now so I can devote my afternoon to the quirks of school admin crap."
200 yards. Twenty minutes earlier than what he walks 5 days a week.
Mr. Beane (yes, that is his name), you are a dildo.