To whomever nailed our baseboards on in the living room with 2 1/2 inch regular nails - thanks a freaking lot. It was very important that we would be able to support a whole 'nother floor balanced on top of our baseboards, should the need arise, and it made it sooooo easy to get them off and get the nails out of them. :rolleyes:
featherlou, can I borrow three of your nails?
Two to stick them into that baseboard at Mom’s which curls out of place, and one to stick into the crown of whomever put that board in place with nothing behind it.
I hate my parasympathic system. Apparently it’s mutual.
Ever since my husband quit smoking back in October, he has apparently become addicted to rageahol. He gets irritated at very small things, and after a certain number of very small things, he blows up. Yesterday started out badly when my daughter closed a door too loudly, and by dinnertime, when his son forgot to park his car in the designated spot, BOOM!
Of course, he is under larger stresses as well, but things didn’t used to be like this. I think he needs to talk to a professional.
the problem is expecting some one else to have near immediate availability to do this for you.
Amen. Why DO we count Grover Cleveland twice? What’s wrong with having the 22nd president return after the 23rd president has served his term?
Stupid math-challenged world.
I’ve got to get this off my chest, and I think it falls under the catagory of mini-rant.
Some people are too stupid to live, and I wish that one of them in particular would lose our phone number.
My husband’s best friend - a summary:
Had a good paying job.
Left it for a “good” job in a steel mill that his uncle managed to get him.
Three days in decided that steel mills are no fun to work in. Begged for old job back. Got it.
A year later, got let go from old job due to budget cuts.
Wife left.
Quit paying mortgage.
Whined about lack of cash flow while going out to bars every night for several months.
Took a job as some sort of construction site QC person.
Quit job 'cause he didn’t like it.
Found out he was not eligible for unemployment since he quit.
Burned through all of his 401K savings.
Whined about how he couldn’t find a job that pays more than $10/hr as he has only high school education and no marketable skills.
Moved in with his mom in a tiny trailer.
Got a job delivering bottled water.
Burned through several girlfriends, buying them each expensive gifts along the way.
Up to this point, he was a standard loser. Or, as my husband has named him, “Idiot Boy”. In the past three months he has been upgraded to "King of all Idiots."
Met a new girlfriend.
Girlfriend moves in to his mom’s trailer with him two weeks later. His 7yr old son now has to sleep on the couch when he has custody.
Girlfriend’s mother, with whom she had been living with, disowns her and changes the locks.
Girlfriend is “great - she even drives Kid to school for me!”
Girlfriend has non-cancerous brain tumors that cause frequent and random seizures.
King and spouse have yet to finish divorce, house is in foreclosure, they owe 2x the assessed value of the house. Mortgage hasn’t been paid in ~9 months.
King of all idiots decides he needs a new truck. He’s tired of his old one.
King gets a loan. We have no idea how.
King mentions how he and girlfriend ran out of condoms and she might be pregnant, but he’s “okay with that!”
Girlfriend has seizure while driving (by herself), calls King in a panic because she doesn’t know where she is.
And that brings us to today
King calls our house complaining that the girlfriend kept him up all night with her health problems and he was so tired he had to call off work. (apparently he couldn’t deliver water to the best of his abilities under the strain of so much fatigue) Wants my husband to help him find a new job because he’s quitting his this week 'cause he doesn’t like it. In the middle of this economy. With no skills, no money, and a spotty employment record.
My only salvation is the fact that I have caller ID now and no longer have to answer his 5x/day phone calls.
Is there something wrong with your husband that he needs a “friend” like that?
Puhleez bitch.
If you’re going to lie to me, at least make it one that will take some effort to unravel.
Oh, so your supervisor wants me to restore internet access to your workstation?
No problem, I’ll just drop him an email with a link to the online request for change.
He wants me to just do it and not bother with the paperwork? :dubious:
Certainly as the department director he understands the need for policy and procedure.
Just forget about it now?
Sure thing. :rolleyes:
Did I mention that he was the one who asked me to remove access in the first place?
I still sent him the email just to make sure he hadn’t changed his mind… 
Twat.
Oh, sorry. I should have figured that out, since you seem to have all of your own employment ducks in a row, already.
It’s just that the notion of having someone else maintaining one’s resume is a difficult one for me to get my head around.
Something tells me you might be restoring access to that workstation before too long.
Just, not for her.
THE first right-winger person I know that claims Obama was not the president until he re-took the oath of office this morning is going to feel my wrath.
It will either be my mother, my dear friend T, manthous’ brother (or sister, or ex-wife), or this gun-lovin’ extremist maniac from Alabama that manthous knows at work.
What do all of these people have in common? They believe every nutjob rumor that they hear, never imagining that there could actually be truth out there somewhere if they actually just sought it out.
Is his name Ron?
It’s one of those husband’s mother and friend’s mother were life-long friends so husband and friend practically grew up together situations. Also, my spouse is soft-hearted and shrinks back from any sign of conflict or unpleasantness. But this has pushed even his limits
I thought of that the moment after I hit “submit.” 
It’s not, but it should be. The silver lining in this is it makes for great stories. I couldn’t make up someone this clueless if I tried.
Today’s story: Husband suggests that the real reason his friend wants to leave his job is because he’s not making any money. The water delivery job pays about $13/hr, but when you lose track of how many water bottles you’ve delivered vs how many empties you’ve picked up, they take it out of your paycheck. He’s not making beans because he can’t count well.
Truly mini, a momentary aggravation:
Listen, Field Employee, I don’t call you at your location from here at Corporate and ask for your assistance with something because I just like to make people’s lives harder and didn’t think you had enough to do. My job includes accomplishing a task that requires assistance from you in the field, and your job includes providing that assistance when requested. So keep your deep sighs, aggravated tone, and grumbling to yourself, okay? You “don’t have time to help me”? Guess you’ll have to find the time, huh? Just because I phrased the “request” as a request out of politeness, don’t make the mistake of thinking that it’s optional. I know my calls sometimes make your life harder, and I’m sorry about that, but I need your assistance, part of your job is to provide that assistance, so fucking suck it up. I know sometimes everyone has an off day and “shoots the messenger,” but I should not have to deal with the same badly-veiled hostility from you every single time I call you. I don’t get that shit from anyone else.
And furthermore: I am not all that and a bag of chips and I don’t think I am, but the bare fact is that I am so far above you in the corporate food-chain that it is nothing less than complete idiocy for you to be borderline rude to me every time we have to talk. I work very closely with the person who writes your performance reviews. You’d be smart to keep that in mind.
Jodi, I think what’s really at work here is that he has a crush on you, but he’s too shy to say anything. Ask around. Are you the only person he treats this way?
A pleasant thought, but no. The request to shut it down covered all workstations in the department.
Don’t get me wrong. I actually enjoy it when someone tries to play me. It makes for an interesting diversion from the routine. I even appreciate it when I discover that someone actually succeeded. As has been said, you learn more from your mistakes than from your successes.
But if you’re going to play, bring your A game. Anything less and I will be very unforgiving.
I hate little inbred idiotic foofoo asthma-having purse dogs. I hate them 100x more when they constantly yap at me inside what is supposed to be my home.
Does he not recall his first child being born? There’s some fatigue right there.
I loved your phrasing, though.
Dear Sheboss:
I know you have trust issues. You need to call us in order to make sure that we’re still breathing. But, instead of calling us on our Spanish cellphones (roaming charges, yay), then telling us to call you on your landline, then grumbling when we ask for the number (which we have no way of knowing, as it changes from day to day) or, even worse, directly calling us on our cellphones, could you, dunnow…
… email? And wait more than one hour before sending a second email or even a third or, again, calling us? (She’s been known to send almost a dozen emails to a single person in half an hour)
… call our landlines? Given that those, unlike yours, don’t change daily.
… when you’ve finished with someone, ask him to put the next person on, instead of repeating the little ring-ring ceremony?
Please go on vacation or something, I was focused until you called, damnit! And that guy you ask me about every time, the one who’s about 3x as intelligent as you are, at a lowball guess? YES, he understands what he needs to do! Better than you do, actually!
Sooooo…
what if I give you a blow job and/or wild sex - will that motivate you enough to slip me through the system undected? 