Obviously we’re not trying hard enough, give us a minute and we’ll think of something. 
I hate having sick kids. I took my 1yo in after he had a 105+ fever for 2 days and I couldn’t get it down. He ended up having strep, an ear infection and a URI. Next day, he develops this amazing rash all over his body. Doc says it may be a virus or it could be Scarlet Fever. In the first case, it should go away on its own. In the latter case, the meds for the other stuff should take care of it.
So that was last weekend. Today, my 7yo comes home from summer school with severe vomiting and looks like he is one step away from death’s door.
Please please please don’t let me catch any of this!! I only have 10 weeks to go with this pregnancy and I don’t want to deal with being sick! Also, I hate when the kids are sick and there’s nothing I can do to make it better!
You know for a fact that the office has A/C. You do ***not ***know for a fact that they have working A/C in their car, or in their home.
Does your company’s dress code a) allow open-toed shoes, or b) require pantyhose? 'Cuz mine a) does, and b) doesn’t. Never did understand people who are completely grossed out by feet. They’re just *feet *ferchrissakes! Be happy yours work properly and move on with life.
Oh, and this part: "… all the men dress as they would in the winter … " makes no sense to me. Is it not hot in the summertime in your part of the globe? (If not, well, now you have two things for which you may be grateful.)
The thought of spiders already keeps me awake, anyway.
I pit goddamn fucking thunderstorms! I know they’re popular, but I hate them! As a friend of mine said, “They’re noisy, wet, and scary.”
I’m afraid of being outside during a thunderstorm. I got caught in 3 storms in the past 3 days, and now there’s another one going on outside.
Another thing I hate about them is the fact that I have to turn off the computer during a storm. So I’ll turn mine off now.
:mad:
You do? 
Well, I don’t.
Update on health and work please!
July 1st is also Canada Day.
Not to mention that tap water has extremely strict regulations and testing done on it, and bottled water does not. I’d put my money on my Calgary tap water any day over random bottled water.
So we could have a mini-rant thread just for them:
“Oh, Can Ya Do / a homely native rant?”
Yes. This.
I’ve accepted the fact I have veiny (in some places) legs. I don’t really care what the rest of the world thinks. It’s genetic.
Thanks - if I’m lucky, I’ll have that playing in my head the rest of the day.
Flip-flops are not allowed in my workplace, and open-toed shoes are frowned upon. But as soon as June arrives, the halls are filled with flapflapflapflapflapflap*. Fucking annoying. The most visually disturbing part to me would have to be the ones who insist on wearing ill-fitting sandals…the shoe fits fine in the back, but the lady’s toes overhang the front of the sandal, sometimes to the point that they can curl over. That can’t be comfortable.
Stayed home today, just hurting too bad and need to rest up for tomorrow. Hell, the ear and throat pain was even integrated into what little dreams I had. Been sucking down Ricolas and Cepacols. I am not on any kind of diet, but I weighed myself this morning and I have lost 6 pounds in less than a week because of this stuff. My stomach is growling right now (ate breakfast at 10:30am, had a little bit of fruit a couple hours later), but I’m not really hungry for anything in particular.
Go in for the interview tomorrow. If this shit doesn’t clear up soon, I’ll be trying to set up a doctors appointment for later in the week.
And here’s the deal. Twelve years ago I was a Project Leader at a name company. I made decent money. I had a house. But I hated my job, I hated my life, I hated the entire fucking universe and most of all I hated myself. I’ve spent 12 years in the wilderness getting to know and like myself. This opportunity would be a pivotal step in my return. I’d have a real job making real money again. It would be a 50% raise over what I’m making now, which was a 50% raise over my last shitty job. My entire life is riding on this. Oh, and Friday is my birthday. So why am I sick as all hell? Because I’m fucking stressed to the gills.
One moment in time; that will change my world, for better or worse.
A totally made-up factoid. Leaving aside that spiders have no reason to climb in your mouth, think about how such a statistic could be established. Some lab monkeys would have to watch a bunch of people sleeping (in their houses, not a sleep lab), watch spiders crawl into the sleeper’s mouths, and do nothing aside from making a checkmark on a clipboard. Who would participate in such a study?
Thread title that’s become an earworm so I’d better write it out and get rid of it (I hope):
Julyin’ sack o’ rants!
Whew. OK, better now. Ignore me and continue on…
Oh for fuck’s sake - now that you said that, I just did too. Good Lord. You are not alone. I are an idiot too.
Take it easy on yourself, guy. I’m sure your work has been doing the talking for you for quite some time. I’m sorry that it appears there was never any way to postpone the interview a week, but the reason you’re in line for this particular gig is BECAUSE of the qualities you bring to the company, and will continue to bring, even after you get over your current illness.
So no, your entire life is NOT riding on this, however much it may feel that way to you right now. You can’t ignore the likelihood that the stress and the illness have set up a positive feedback loop, and that this is clouding your perception.
If you don’t get this gig, there will be another one, and one day you WILL be back to your previous personal best (and beyond), income-wise, and FAR beyond personal satisfaction-wise. In addition to all the other things you have going for you, you’re a DOPER, and we’re all rooting for you.
Seriously, good luck in the interview. And happy birthday.
sends dandruff shampoo and chocolate
What? You don’t get dandruff when stressed? I’m jealous!
Yup, just like he said.
It doesn’t get much minier than this - I already had the toast in the toaster when I realized I had no banana for my toast/peanut butter/banana breakfast. Wah. 