I know that you hold two endowed professorships, are a consultant, have two published scholarly books, and have well over 150 publications to your name. Great. I have 0 so far, and the paper I’ve been working with you on for well over two years now is still not in the pipeline. I know that you won’t send anything less than perfection, but I need this pub more than you do! You’re at the point of diminishing returns with every pub you get. We have a good paper; let’s send it out, so I can have a chance of finding a job somewhere whenever I do leave this program. Thanks.
My mom had her gall bladder out in 1985 or thereabouts. They managed to completely block her common bile duct, which resulted in a very nasty bout of pancreatitis about a week after surgery.
Her doctors refused to believe my teetotaler mother was not an alcoholic since that seemed to be the only reason they could think of for having pancreatitis.
To the med students coming in for residency interviews: Please point me at the Interviewing for Residency for Dummies book, because I’m sure it says in bold print in multiple locations, “Whether male or female, you must wear a black suit to your interview or else you will never get a residency position,” and I want to confirm my theory for myself. I’ve seen dozens, probably hundreds, of interviewees coming in and I’m hard-pressed to think of more than a small handful who were wearing something other than an all-black suit . Someone daring will rarely wear charcoal gray, or a pinstripe noticeable at more than 15’ away. The one guy I met who had on a brown suit was from another country. I mean really, I don’t care that deeply about fashion but you guys look like flocks of nervous crows. At least it makes you easy to find and herd back to your group if you get lost.
That’s good thinking. Personally for my next move it’ll be within a day’s drive of Michigan. If the Canadians don’t wanna be bloody minded about transferring credits I’ll prolly get my next degree in Toronto. Although my friend up there thinks we should be roomies in Montreal cause they have liqueur stores or something. Problem is it’s farther away from Michigan and I don’t care so much about the liqueur. We’ll see.
Also Spanish meaning of nostalgia really clarifies the english meaning.
I’m getting really sick of being ignored. Not here- I don’t care if I’m ignored here- but in life.
I don’t really ask for much. I mean, I’m not one of those people who requires constant attention. I don’t run around complaining about cliques or expect to be popular anywhere.
But I do a lot for people. I have friends, but sometimes a lot of them seem to be just people who need someone to look after them and like me because I will.
This is really stupid, but not one person, EVER, has commented or “liked” my statuses on facebook. I know that’s dumb. But for god’s sake, the guy who just posts “good morning” every morning, “good night” every night, and updates about whatever mundane thing he had for lunch- HE gets comments. I’m really not asking for much here.
I comment on other people’s crap all the time, so it’s not like I’m not giving anything. And I even occasionally (when I start feeling really pathetic) post something specifically to “bait” responses (stuff like I once posted “Dorothy is pregnant again” to see if anyone would either be confused or say congratulations, or I’ve posted “which is better, X or X” type polls because I figure those are easy to answer without getting into a conversation.) … I mean, I’m not even looking for ATTENTION attention- like I don’t expect anyone to ask me how I am or be my friend or listen to my problems or any of that. I just want an “I agree” or “in your ear” or “lol”- something to confirm that I’m at least seen.
I even stooped so low yesterday as to come out and say “if you can see this status, please say something or ‘like’ it” - and NADA.
I know this is pathetic, but I’m really sick of being treated like I not only don’t matter, but practically don’t exist.
Weird. I have a few people who “like” every status they see. Seriously, I’ll post “I have H1N1,” and you can bet, the old aunt here and the lonely bachelor guy over there are going to “like” it. I need to hook you all up.
I’ll tell you the secret to not being ignored, go about your business in the nude. There was a chick who stole gas, like $60 worth of gas. Never caught cause although 20 people saw her no one could remember what the car she drove looked like. Heard it on the grape vine kinda story so take it with a single grain of salt.
Failing that due to local laws or modesty, become a social butterfly. I’m an extreme kinda introvert, but most people think I’m in extrovert. The trick? I learned to just blurt out whatever I’m thinking, with discretion. I learned it from a class I had with an extremely extroverted chick. I just tried what she did, after awhile the brain adapts and it gets easy, but still draining.
Another thing is to value your time. Don’t take trash from people, demand acknowledgment if you need too, but don’t be a jerk about it, make it funny. You’lll come off as secure and high social value. Doesn’t matter if you currently are, if you do the behaviors right people just assume you are, and become your minions. The gullible little monkeys they are.
I’m also not sending you off to pick up chicks (but if you do, you should send me pics for my sage advice), but google pick up artist. A lot of that stuff is simply playing with your perceived social status, being perceived as high value gets you acknowledgment, even if your not off to soil some miss thang’s loins.
SurrenderDorothy, my above minirant was also related to Facebook - my mom (not in so many words, but the meaning was clear) responded to my status by telling me I’m a bad daughter.
I am SERIOUSLY pissed off that she thinks that’s the proper forum for her to play her stupid guilt tripping martyr games.
I’m kinda wishing no one would respond to my Facebook status at this point. Everyone who had previously responded to my status now has emails about my mom bitching at me and my angry response. Great. I love it. MY FAMILY IS CLASSY.
Kyla, I’m not a FB user, but is it possible for you to put “Bad Daughter” as your status? 'Cos that would rock.
Also, saving your mother the annoyance of doing it herself might get you some “Good Daughter” points with her. I mean, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.
I could, but I’m not going to. We switched to email and had an angry exchange in which she told me that she NEVER lays guilt trips on me. Of course not. I dug up an email she sent me a few months ago that says, “I love you and hope the feeling is reciprocated” and forwarded it to her. I have to constantly reassure her that I love her because I don’t call or email enough. Of course, she never calls or emails ME, see, because it’s pretty obviously not an actual desire to know what I’m doing, it’s a test of how good a daughter I am. The only time SHE initiates contact is play the passive aggressive martyr and say things like “I wish you loved me as much as I love you” and (I swear to god she did this, I was so angry I didn’t call her for a month and my dad finally had to intervene) “I think you love the dog more than you love me. Your birthday used to be the happiest day of the year for me, but now I don’t know. Blah blah all this stupid crap about how much I tried to be a good mother but now you don’t care about me anymore I am the queen of passive aggression.”
ETA: I got all wrapped up in my anger, I forgot to say that we worked out some stuff in the angry email exchange and I don’t think it would be productive of me to change my status to Bad Daughter. Although I was tempted to change it to something like “Kyla hates passive aggression”. But I didn’t.
oh wow, nice. My mom is on facebook too, but she behaves herself.
and thank you, cricetus, Tao’s, and covered_in_bees. I generally don’t feel unusually left out in normal life (at least in those areas where I really try to be included), it’s just that, like cricetus said, there are people who seem to respond to or “like” anything and everything and it’s kind of frustrating to be ignored.
I swear, the people who put up the posters and crap at work are _trying to drive me insane. Before it was just ordinary posters hung crookedly, but with so many pins I can’t quickly correct them, but now it’s … it’s a travesty I can barely describe.
<deep breath>
It’s a poster with a graphic of a brick wall. In the middle of the brick wall is a poster, taped to it crookedly. Taped with masking tape, so that if it was real it would peel off in 30 seconds. There is no way to pin this poster to make it straight.
It’s like an in-heat Siamese cat on the eardrums of my OCD.
Hey douchebag in the red Tacoma! All of us would like to make that left turn and get to work a little sooner. Why don’t you just wait your turn like the rest of us rather than cruising up the right lane and muscling your way in at the light, you fucking self-entitled prick! I would be willing to excuse your arrogance if this were a one time thing, but this is the second time this week you have pulled that crap and I have noticed you doing it at least a half-dozen times before.
One of two things has just happened. The possibilities:
A co-worker is heating up something really vile for dinner in the microwave that’s in the break room on the other side of the wall from my office.
The toilet has overflowed.
The fact that I am still not completely sure which of these two eventualities has occurred, should be a signal to you to explore healthier eating. The muskrat/gefilte fish casserole with beets and sauerkraut has a certain piquancy, but requires better ventilation than our workplace has to offer.
Fuckers. I’m aggressively paying of my remaining credit card debt. I have under two grand on my AT&T card that I was on schedule to be done with very very soon.
They’ve been sending me balance transfer offers relentlessly for months. I have a balance on another card that’s next in line to pay off, but the terms of the transfer weren’t good enough to justify moving the balance.
Until the other card sent me notice they were boosting my APR by 3 percent. So, transfering that balance to my AT&T card made more sense. Plus, I don’t want to reward the other bank, who I’ve been with for a long time, for upping the APR on a good customer that they were already making money on.
Today I got notice that AT&T is bumping my APR on the two grand by 15 points to 24.99%.
