Oh yeah. Work anywhere from 16-20 hours a day, and then go home and do the books. The curse of business.
Oh jeez. :smack: I feel bad, and it wasn’t even me who said the original comment.
Aesiron, you sure seem to be keeping a good humor about all of this.
I was thinking a sort of stippled effect in peach, really. Gives the brush a mediterranean vibe.
Today, they gently spackled everything in the kitchen with small spots of matt white paint having done the ceiling apparently on a whim. When we pointed out that it was traditional to put sheets down, they replied that they’d covered our stereo with a bin bag. Bless. Fortunately, my unicycle turns out to be non-stick.
Also, grout is not supposed to attach itself to your feet, right? Right? I wish our landlady would take a “paying more now saves you later” approach to workmen…
Oh she will, later, after she learns from your current situation.
There are two things you need to know.
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You’ve been here a year and a half, you NEED TO LEARN YOUR JOB
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I am not your supervisor. In fact, the only reason I’m still in this department is because they’re waiting to hire someone else and train us for the new job together.
So. I really don’t want to hear you call me across the room to help with your problem that A. Is probably something you should know how to do and 2. Your supervisor, whos job it is to help you, is sitting right there.
Yes, I know you don’t get a long with her, yes I know you’re an idiot, but neither of those things are my fault. You need to let me do my own work.
Dear Parents,
Please shut the fuck up with your unsolicited advice. If I didn’t ask you, it means I don’t care what you have to say on the subject. Listen closely: Your constant insistance that I should disregard my doctor’s advice because you know better makes me want to construct a creepy doll with your likeness and stick it with pins.
I remain puzzled as to why every obnoxious thing your kid does prompts you to say “just wait…you’ll have your turn.”
And if I hear one more fucking time about how we’re never going to get any sleep, I’ll spit up on you.
Mom,
I’m thrilled for you that getting a professional bra fitting was such a wonderful experience for you, really I am. One of these days I may even get one done myself. In the meantime, I needed new bras, they were on sale, and I picked a few up. Nagging me about getting a professional fitting makes me want to roll my eyes, not call for an appointment.
Bra shopping in general. I am a 38C. That’s too big to want padding, too small to need a minimizer. I don’t like underwires.
If there exists a 38C which doesn’t have excessive padding, minimizing tendencies, excessive quantities of fabric or an underwire, I didn’t find it the other day.
At least they raised the maximum expenditures to use the C-EZ, instead of the Schedule C, from $2500 to $5000 this year. That will at least cut an extra hour or so off filling out all my damn paperwork. 
The irony of my moving here to be a caretaker and now being disabled and reliant on my employer and her husband for simple necessities like washing clothes and having food to eat is pretty funny and I’m otherwise okay so why not laugh about it?
All things considered, I’m doing a hell of a lot better than some.
My old Motorola (v120, IIRC) had a feature on the phone itself that allowed me to only accept calls from numbers in my phonebook. It worked well since anyone who would call me anyway was programmed in there. I haven’t checked my current phone (Audiovox something or other) to see if it has a similar feature.
To my beloved fellow Dopers: Stop quoting the entire fucking OP in your replies. We know what you’re talking about; we all read the same OP, right? Knock it off. This goes double if you’re the first to reply, triple if the OP is longer than whatever it is you have to offer. STOP IT. I just read a thread that had a ten paragraph OP. Down around reply number 30, some… poster quoted the whole big thing and typed a TWO SENTENCE reply. What the fuck, seriously? WHAT THE FUCK? The real bitch of it is, neither of those sentences had much of anything to do with the OP at all and, IMO, would have worked better as a reply to a completely different (and much shorter) post. Even without a quote the post would have made perfect sense in the thread and I really don’t think the other participants would have spent much time scratching their heads thinking, “Gosh, I just can’t seem to work out who the fuck this person is responding to…” I ask again, what the fuck?
It’s been building up for a bit now.
Driver - you see that long line of cars? We aren’t waiting in line for our health - don’t come up in the other lane and pull an “oops…wrong lane!” That dog won’t hunt.
Telemarketers - stop calling and hanging up when my machine comes on - the dial tone on my machine is annoying as all get out.
Susan
Could be she moved because of her husband or SO? My mom did, when we were kids. She hated Alaska, having been raised in nice warm SoCal. The ironic thing is, that she’s the one who ended up staying and retiring from the muni and my dad moved outside 20 years before mom ever did.
Maybe your coworker will eventually get used to it? Or at least run out of whines?
Anyway, speaking of buses and elevators, (someone has probably already mentioned these, but…
On elevators. People! Do you MIND if we get OFF of the elevator on our floor before you start crowding your way on?
Buses: The sign says “exit rear door”, so don’t give US a dirty look as we’re getting on the front door as we’re supposed to, and you’re getting off and we’re not letting you. No! See, the whole idea is that you’re getting off of the bus through the rear door at the same time other people are getting on the front. VERY convenient and timesaving for everyone, if you pay attention!!! Grrrrrrrrrr
It’s cold. It’s cold. So cold. So fucking cold. Cold cold cold.
It’s cold. There’s no heat in my office and I’m here waiting for the repair man. If it wasn’t for the space heater on my desk, I’d go home. And fucking idiot asshats keep calling asking if anyone is here? It’s 8 degrees out, they are predicting a foot or more of snow, there’s no heat in this office and you expect people to be here? ARE YOU AT WORK TODAY?
Well, I am the commenter, and I don’t feel bad. I mean, it sucks what happened to Aesiron, no doubt, but bitches still shouldn’t honk at me for crossing the street.
And they shouldn’t hit people crossing the street either.
Also, this fucking huge amount of snow is messing up my plans today. It’s real pretty, but I can’t stay inside all day.
Dear Maryland:
Snow does not equal Armageddon. Get the fuck over it.
Maybe this has already been asked and answered but, people DO that where you’re from, enough instances to be a minirant worth? And where exactly do they put the O? recorring? Rocurring? HUH? wow…
OOOOOH :smack:
Duh, okay, I guess I haven’t heard it enough IRL myself to have figured it out. 
ITA on “re-occuring”. It’s like irregardless…blech
I pit myself for leaving my glasses (reading) at work, 35 minutes away with snowstorm recurring (note no “o”) over these two days. I cannot see the puter screen well, or read. Dumb, dumb, dumb! I am not back at work for 3 days. 3 days w/o reading is an impossiblity. Driving back to work is difficult at best. So, I go spend money…on new glasses (boring).
I pit stupid people. Defintion of stupid changes from time to tmie, but definelty involves those who start an argument and then say, “I’m not good with words–I can’t say what I want to.” and then refuse to discuss stuff.
WTF? Spit it out, already! I’m not expecting MLK, Jr., or Oscar Wilde. Speak!