Hate my job, and I’m spending so much time hating, I’m not doing it. I really need to stop the self destruction before someone notices.
random page on low iodine diet. No dairy products. Anybody know why?
You can ask an admin to change your login name, purplehorseshoe.
And now a hard drive is about to crap out on me.
Wonderful. :mad:
Dentist. :o
Drill. 
Tongue. :eek:
(And now, said tongue is in the ‘it ITCHES!’ stage of healing.)
<< I’ve got a cat in my lap and I can’t get up! >>
:eek:
I guess when that dentist says “hold still”, he really MEANS it.
Two things:
the school district that made such a big deal about me being available for every grade, every class, every day as a substitute? Turns out that they have almost as many subs as they have teachers. What this means for me is that instead of working about 80% of the time, which I figured on, I’ve had two jobs in a month. Also, they’re pay cycle is completely fucked up. Once a month I’m used to. Once a month, a month behind means I won’t be paid for the work done in September until fucking NOVEMBER!
someone pulled the Obama sticker off my car. Probably while I was parked at the high school that was my second subbing job. So now, I have to go find a new Obama sticker, because there’s no way I’m letting the sticker stealer win. Interestingly enough, three other friends on Facebook have had their Obama stickers stolen.
Dear face,
STOP BREAKING OUT. I get it, the pill is messing with my hormones. It’s like being a teenager all over again, yada yada yada. Whatever. But when I wash my face EVERY DAY, with a product that is specifically designed to get rid of zits, guess what’s NOT the right response? That’s right: CREATING NEW ZITS. I’m not even popping them, for chrissakes; give me a fucking break.
The correct response for your daughter to the dickhead would have been " Stupid Fucking Slut" is redundant.
I’m sorry you had to be all motherly and your daughter didn’t get the satisfaction of nice cockpunch to the idiot.
Shirley, I thought you knew better than suggesting the daughter punch the assmouth in the groin. It’s more convenient to kick the groin.
I can’t stand making such an obvious mistake. (rant)
You just reminded me of a story about my mother - who really does deserve her own Pit thread - back when those flat bumper magnets had fiiiirst made an appearance.
Ma: Where do I buy those yellow ribbon magnets?
Me: I dunno. Why?
Ma: I want one for my car. I want to show everyone how much I support the troops! And their families!
Me: I dunno. Wal-Mart, maybe? Target?
Ma: Oh, never mind. I’ll just pull one off someone else’s car.
That’s right, she wanted to show her support for the soldiers’ families by stealing an “I support the soldiers’ families!” magnet off some soldier’s relative’s car.
:rolleyes:
Also, :smack:
My boyfriend borrows my car to drive to a meeting in Charleston. Which I don’t really like but I don’t have a reason to tell him no, and he does it because his van (which he needs for work) gets terrible gas mileage, and I can drive the Mustang, etc. So I don’t like it, but whatever.
So I’m late to work because for some reason in 1966 nobody had to back up a driveway and the car just Would Not Do It. Argh!
And then around 10 I get a call from my boyfriend sheepishly telling me my car is broken down on the side of the road and do I think I could call AAA even though I’m nowhere near it. What is it with him? He has a magical power to break cars. You should see it, it would knock your socks off. It’s really never his fault, but somehow mechanical malfunction follows him around in a green cloud. (He missed his meeting, which I feel really bad about even though it isn’t, obviously, my fault.)
So now my car is in Charleston. I do not live in Charleston. They’re trying to find out what’s wrong with it. All of my stuff is in my car. It is full to the brim with my stuff. There is no way he could possibly remove all my stuff, and I don’t know this shop and if they can be trusted at all. Who knows how long it will be? Luckily, his parents live in Charleston, although nowhere near where my car is now. (Summerville, I think. I really have no idea. I hate this!) How much will it cost? Who knows, it’s a mystery! How am I going to pay for it? <shrug> What the hell caused my car to stop going forward in the middle of I-26? ARRRGH!
I’m tired of Dopers who seriously need anatomy lessons.
hijack
My mom’s 1964 Ford Galaxie also had “reverse” issues!
I work at a private law firm and about ten months ago, we laid off several secretaries. The rest of us took a 10% pay cut and doubled up on the amount of attorneys we worked for. Business is finally starting to pick up again, and the workload is becoming hellish. No one is saying a word about readjusting the secretary/attorney ratio back again, however. Nor, you can be sure, of giving us back some of our salary that we got dicked out of. It is commencing to suck.
Same engine, I think. It would be fine if it wasn’t up a hill. I think the son of a bitch stalled out ten or fifteen times trying to back up my own driveway this morning. Drives like a dream otherwise.
$1,080, and that’s after I called around and found out what it actually ought to cost. Fuel pump, blown. Relay, blown. Fuel lines and all that shit, fuxxored. Car, in Charleston so I can’t just have it towed to a mechanic I know and trust. Boyfriend, also in Charleston, stuck.
Blue book rade in value of 2004 Pontiac Grand Prix with all the bells and whistles now that Pontiac is no more? $6,000.
Here’s a link to the Car Talk recommended mechanics list. Maybe that will help.
Too late. The boyfriend did what he thought I wanted him to do (which was what I told him to do before I heard the number) and told him to go ahead, so by the time I got a chance to call and find out exactly what was up there were parts of my car all over the place, evidently. Sigh.
Hey, maybe your mother and mine were sisters. Remember when they recorded that “We are the World” to raise money, I think it was for starving people? My mother thought that was a wonderful idea.
She recorded it off the air and made copies and gave it to dozens of her friends.
Yup. :rolleyes: and :smack: are all you can say.
Unfortunately it was a case of my tongue zigged while the drill zagged. (Gotta swallow sometime, ya know.)
My tongue still itches, and I’ve found out people give you pretty strange looks if they see you scratching your tongue.
Stalling? Hmm…my mom’s just refused to shift into reverse sometimes. All drive gears were there, as was neutral. The gearshift had to be precisely placed in a tiny area just before the “R” indicator to actually locate reverse.
How about the neutral safety start switch? I seem to remember some issues with that as well; the car wouldn’t start or had trouble running in park unless the gearshift was held in a certain position.