It’s (almost) a new month, it’s time for another mini-rant thread.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it many more times: People, you don’t have to bathe in your cologne. Seriously. I don’t care what the Axe commercials tell you, smelling like Generic Factory-Made Odor will not increase your ability to attract women. It will instead cause me to go into full sinus attack mode as my body tries to eradicate the nasty chemical cloud you’ve introduced into my air.
Also, if you’re going to a university library to work on your assignment during the last week of classes, please leave your child at home. Other people besides you are trying to work on major papers right now and they don’t want to have to pry Princess Precious off of the computer she is so bent on destroying. And once you do manage to distract her from the fun beeping machine she’s banging on, will you keep her nearby? This is a big building full of little nooks and crannies wandering children can get lost in. Either get your boyfriend/husband/whatever he is to get off his ass and keep her entertained or leave him and Princess Precious at home. I guarantee you and everyone else will get more work done without her.
See the sign thay says, (incorrectly, I might add, but that’s another rant): “12 Items Or Less”?
That means when you have 20-some items in your freaking cart, you are not supposed to be in that line. When your boyfriend helpfully pointed this out to you, and you replied, “It’s okay, we’ll have her ring it up as two separate orders,” that’s not okay, either.
Amazingly, he looked back at me (with my six items) and gave me a look as if to say, “What can I do?” I just rolled my eyes at him and sighed loudly.
This was enough to get him to man up and pull the cart out of line and tell her, “No, we have way too much stuff and have to get in another line.”
That’s right, bitch! Find another line! And not an express line!
20 items in a “12 or Less”? Amateurs. One delightful woman in front of me in the “10 or Fewer” (that at least made me happy) had 34 items in her cart. And then bought cigarettes.
I used to be a cashier at Wal-Mart and it was not at all uncommon for people to go through express lanes with carts overflowing with merchandise and we weren’t allowed to turn them away, though I sometimes did.
All right, who hid my cellphone? I don’t use it very often, so I keep it turned off most of the time. I know I had it with me when I got back from my trip last Monday, and I remember that it was in my shirt pocket at the restaurant that night (because I looked at it and turned it off then). When I got back to my place I know I emptied my shirt pockets, but it was late and there are several places I could have dumped things. I’ve checked every place I can think of, and just called the restaurant to see if maybe it had fallen out while I was there.
Obviously, since it’s turned off, calling the number won’t help, since I’d just get referred to my voicemail. It has to be somewhere, but I’ve run out of places to look.
Yeah, in fact one of the places I shop, the express line is the only one where you can actually buy cigarettes, thus guaranteeing that people with overflowing carts will end up using it.
Meanwhile, I try to avoid shopping on Black Friday weekend, but I really needed to get a two-rung step ladder, and I had to go to four places before I found one in stock. Did I somehow miss that short stepladders are the hot item for Christmas this year?
Lack of cane had me lurching from couch to wall to exercise bike to doorframe to wall just to get through the house.
The pain that comes after walking for an extended period is bad enough, but I hate that due to the nature of the injury, it’s the absolute WORST immediately after getting out of bed or getting up off the couch.
I pit my neighbor with his noisy beater of a commute car. He likes to park it underneath my bedroom window (as opposed to the parking lot at HIS apartment complex). He fires it up at 0545 and lets it “warm up” for at least five minutes before clattering off to work. I guess I should be glad that he doesn’t have a big subwoofer planted in his trunk… :dubious:
I do as well. Two papers, one poster session thingy, a 40 question “reference help” thingy (long and tedious-- brilliant!) and a presentation on INSPEC, which I don’t quite understand but have to explain anyway. At least most of the rest of my class won’t get it either. I got a bunch of “goldfish” faces in return for explaining it at the Thanksgiving dinner table today. At least I’m excellent at pulling off insanity and I’ll actually have an elective next semester.
Who else is ready for three weeks away from class?
Papers? Gah, to be so lucky. I have Papers AND three major Final projects. One of which is a group project my group has not worked one iota on. I have done everything and am only about half done. (Software Engineering)
I also have a Flash Authoring Final project due next week and I’ve not had time to even start.
What is up with psycho people in the museum that think they’re the only ones there to see shit? Some pushy cunt today was sitting there rapping her fingers on the glass over the exhibit and rolling her eyes, then finally said “EXCUSE ME!” all loud and pushed right into me. I wasn’t even there for that long! And of course when she shoved past me she sat there for freaking ever and wouldn’t get out of anyone else’s way. NEWSFLASH: this is an exhibit full of tiny trinkets that take a while to look at you dummy! I haven’t seen such bad museum manners since the Treasures of Tutankhamun at LACMA.
Oh yes, the OP. The bastard to the West who plays that stupid cowboy music and who’s dogs run about unleashed. I wish he would get a job making six figures a year in Australia.
Ok, so now I only hate my entire GI tract. I hate feeling nauseated, and I hate IBS. Fuck you, large intestine! I eat fiber–lots of it. Leave me alone.
(ok, that was disgusting but strangely cathartic).