Ah, but you are young and strong. You can take it. (a paper in Math? Holy christ). I am in my 40s, old and stiff. I have to find 50 errors in a cataloging record–that’s half the final. The other half is I have to correct all 50. Now would be a good time to be oh, I don’t know–TAUGHT SOME CATALOGING, YOU EMOTIONALLY RETARDED, INTELLECTUALLY BANKRUPT SMURF FROM HELL!!! (not you, Ninjachick,darling–my HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE CATALOGING PROFESSOR WHO COULDN’T TEACH HER WAY OUT OF A PAPER BAG AND PROBABLY CAN’T BE TRUSTED TO TIE HER SHOES CORRECTLY!!!)
Voodoo doll will be made tonight. Anyone care to join the Ritual? Oh, wait–I have class tonight. <sigh>
Call me rude Pastor Buck but I pit you for taking that deaf kid’s money that he saved up for his new hearing aids. SO what that Pastor Buck is a quadraplegic, he is the uninformed darwin candidate that broke his own neck diving head first into unfamilar surf in the bahamas. On a family vacation with his two kids and pregnant wife, see they had spent the previous year grieving the loss of their infant daughter who died after Pastor Buck rigged a 25lb fan in the window above her crib. It broke loose and fell into the crib and killed the baby. The next year he dives head first into the surf and breaks his neck. Lots of tragedy yes, but why accept the deaf kid’s hearing aid money Pastor Buck? I think you should give it back! Yes yes he offered it to you and now every one is singing the deaf kid’s praises, but did you really have to accept it Pastor Buck?
Well, chela, I kind of think he did have to accept it. It’s a free-will offering (I assume) and isn’t actually for the good of Pastor Buck but for the good the of the church and the glory of God. You may be 100% right that the kid should have used the money differently, but that’s not the pastor’s decision and not for him to say. Not to mention, a person who makes such a personal sacrifice in what they belief is the greater good, might well be devastated to find their offering refused.
This isn’t to say that Pastor Buck shouldn’t spearhead a campaign to get the kid his hearing aids; I think he should. And, sure, that might really amount to accepting the money with one hand and then giving it back with the other, but the kid’s good intentions would be preserved. That would be the best thing to do, IMO. But to refuse it? I don’t think the pastor should do that. Just IMO.
Ugh- the only thing worse than old food in the trash is the puke mop.
To the crew I usually trade out with: henceforth all assorted caps (IVs, needles, saline bags, etc) that you leave in the back of the ambulance for me to clean up will now be found in your coffee cup. They will be accompanied by the wipes I used to clean up the blood on the floor. :mad:
I hate hating my flatmate. She’s passive-agressive to a fine art, and while we got on fine before we moved in, we’re slowly driving the other up the wall. I’m not great to live with, I guess, but I told her, I TOLD HER that I can be quiet and moody but that I’ll hole up in my room and deal with it. So why does she keep knocking on my door? LEAVE ME ALONE! I get that she’s trying to be nice, I get that, but I’ve already asked to be left alone.
And, her assertion that she’s ‘a big book geek’ meant ‘exclusively chick-lit’. Humph. I was so looking forward to talking about, well, anything other than that. I’m a snob, I guess. Bah.
I feel your pain. My good friend who lives nearby and is very intelligent reads a lot, just like me. Except she reads a steady diet of chick lit. If she gives me one more book about a passionate woman who pursues her dreams I’m going to puke.
But if and only if she’s passionate and successful will she get her man! and then she will start having babies and no more “successful” for her… :rolleyes:
I hate the day before garbage day. I hate having on line class for 4 hours on Tuesdays. I hate not having adequate money for Christmas. I hate that this is the slow time for outpt surgery so I have no work (one day in the last 2 weeks!). I hate my cat. I do. He’s not a cat–he’s a furry pig who annoys me today.
My mother. She’s Issued a Mandate that this year, all presents will be handmade.
:eek:
I don’t have enough time to HAVE A LIFE, let alone handmake presents for four other people. I’m doing the work of at least THREE *workaholic * people, complete with a mental meltdown that had me staying in bed for the entirety of Thanksgiving vacation. I knit (but haven’t finished anything in a looong time). I write non-work related stuff. I make dessert. That’s it.
This is why Og gave us online shopping. I can and do look for thoughtful presents every year, which I enjoy, thanks.
I already told my mother exactly what I thought of it when she floated the idea, and she said “Oh, well, you can do what you want.” And then proceeded to issue that fucking mandate to everyone in one of her fucking mass mails a few weeks later.
Gee, thanks for making me feel even more like a souless drone, Mom. (I already sold my soul to be a corporate whore, but that’s beside the point) I could make cookies for everyone, I guess, but that sucks.
Question - did Mommy dearest specify in her email that the gifts had to be “Handmade, by the givers” or simply “Handmade”? Because if you’ve got the latter issued in your formal guidelines, why there’s tons of “handmade” gifts for sale on ebay right now - bookmarks, scarves, jewellery, soaps etc. etc.
If it’s the former, just buy any of the aforementioned “handmade” gifts from ebay and lie through your teeth!
WTF is it with people demanding this kind of gift or that kind? You’re lucky to be getting anything at all.
And this:
OK, so I was just totally dissed by my cataloging prof. We were discussing Cutter numbers and I said that they were essentially alphabetical (they start with letters).
Prof: See? If [Eleanor] can do it, anyone can do it.
WTF? Have I told you all recently how much I hate her?
On that note, I signed the check.
I wrote “Deposit” under that.
I wrote my account number under that.
Do not send me an envelope of money back through the tube.
Do not be offended when I send it back.
Yes, I know I have deposit slips in the back of my checkbook. I save those for cash deposits because I go through many more deposit slips than I do checks.
Writers, television commentators, and people who engage me in casual conversation: Stop saying things are deja vu all over again. Just stop.
It was cute when it was first attributed to Yogi Berra. It was cute the next 500 or 600 times that I heard it. It isn’t cute any more.
If something reminds you of something that happened before, just say that it’s deja vu. I’ll get it. Really, I will. Adding “all over again” doesn’t make you a witty raconteur; it makes you a trite fuckwit.
Holy shit. That is just brutal. As a survivor of cataloging last semester, I sympathize.
As for my rant, the latest batch of Mac Versus PC ads are really pissing me off. They were always mildly annoying. A few were clever. Most were dumb. A few were really dumb. But Apple has now officially jumped into insulting territory.
The latest batch of ads actually imply that the Mac is wiping the floor with Windows Vista. They imply people are returning to stores in droves and demanding XP be put on their machines. I don’t know why I care so much, but newsflash to the Apple advertising apes: YOU OWN 5% OF THE OS MARKET. The OS my college roommate designed one drunken weekend has about the same marketshare. Stop acting like you’re hot shit, because I’m almost inpired to burn down the nearest Apple store in retaliation.
At my workplace in the lab we get absolutely reamed out if we put anything in the sharps bins that isn’t actually dripping or saturated with blood. A bloody wipe would go in the trash unless it was -saturated- or -dripping- with blood or human fluid. Environmental Services gets on our asses hardcore if they find anything other than actual sharps in the biohazard containers (or actual things like vials of blood or tissue, etc).
I don’t know if this is normal policy or if they’re just getting up in arms because biohzard trash is so difficult and pricey to dispose of, since I’ve never worked in any other lab.
Can we make buses a bit more appealing as a mode of transportation?
Well, really, I don’t have many complaints about the bus. Though I’d wish the bus drivers would follow the official policy and not use cell phones while driving. Even if they are hands free units. But as long as you’re not violating NYS law, I won’t rat you out.
But can we make a bus shelter that will stop the frigging wind. Please?
And I really, really, really wish that cigarette taxes and the tobacco settlement weren’t so fucking important to keep local budgets balanced these days. If it weren’t for that necessity, I’d be able to say, “There’s no good reason for people to be smoking where I have to suffer the stench.” But, as it is, so much public spending is predicated upon those moneys, I can’t.
So, the only thing that sticks in the bus shelter is the smell of someone’s clove cigarette.
