Now that sounds like a fun place to visit. Assuming I get to treat the host to dinner out at least once.
Grrrrrr. I’ve been biting my tongue on that all morning. Several emails thanking me for “meeting with X and I” and at least three spoken instances including “please stop in to talk to X and I later”
It is almost as bad as when they say “I still need you to take care of that for myself.”
I really don’t know which is worse.
Email subject: “You’re Formally Invited!”
Uh, NO. I may be “officially” invited but your email spam to a million people is in no way a “formal” invitation. :rolleyes:
Or to takeout, or anybody can cook in. But the central point is that the treatment is closer to that of roomies or family than to what would be done for a formal guest.
It’s generally considered bad form to reply to facebook “Happy birthday!! Hope you’re having a great day!!” wishes with “NO I’M FUCKING NOT THIS HAS BEEN THE WORST DAY OF MY YEAR” isn’t it?
Up with the baby at half 5, despite asking the other half for a lie in. No cards from the household, only the present I had requested from the hubbie, no cake, no offer of doing the school run for me (he’d have done it WITH me, but not alone?), I dropped a full recycling bin on my foot struggling to put the bins out while taking the baby in the pram with me on the school run, some bitch was parked across the pavement so I had to walk on the road with the schoolkid and the pram, came back, had a massive go at the other half which ended in tears, and THEN I had a court date to go fight with my ex.
And I think that “it’s my birthday and I kill people if I want to!” is also not an acceptable excuse yet. Even if you really really really wanted to.
May what’s left of the year go better than today.
Ooooo I can beat this! I got dumped by a friend! Friend-zoned by a umm friend!
Her text read : I think we need a break, our relationship is really stressing me out.
(all of my friends wonder if she meant it for her actual husband, but the month’s blissful silence since I happily agreed, confirms it was for me)
(hang on… I already ranted about this last month, right? meh, it’s my birthday and I’m old, I’ll repeat myself)
I should hop across the pond, and we can go to a pub and commiserate while sharing several pints.
in the city I work in, the (largest) high school has put up banners around town advertising their “homecoming.”
Why? presumably the students (and their families) know when it is. So why is anyone else supposed to give a shit about a stupid high school football game and dance?
I don’t give a shit myself, but around here that’s when they have lots of class reunions and all the alumni come back. Even the people who aren’t parents of current students show up if their high school friends are there.
I’d rather pick a weekend to meet up with a few people I actually liked.
One of the towns I drive through on my way home from work shuts down their main street (a.k.a. the only road through town) for an afternoon to celebrate their homecoming. I wish they would advertise this so I could avoid the area entirely.
Glad that wasn’t said by one of my students! I’m so used to saying “Me. Objective case.” in conversation, that I would’ve reflexively blurted out “My mother and me’s. Objective case.”
An acquaintance (Asian) recently moved and her kids started at a new school.
Her first grader signed up for football and at his first practice, when they called attendance, the other kids made fun of his last name (“ching chong, wing wong” sort of shit). Noone stepped in to stop it.
Kids can be assholes and if they come from racist households they bring that shit out into the world. You can’t blame 6 year olds for mimicking what they see at home. I pit the coach for letting this shit go on.
My friend doesn’t know how to respond. I told her to talk to the head of the program and follow up with an email so that there is a paper trail if this sort of behavior is not disciplined immediately in the future.
The kid doesn’t want to make a big deal of it but I am guessing that is because he is embarrassed by the whole thing. Victims of racism frequently just want to forget it ever happened but this lads to a horrible habit of indifference to racism throughout life. It might even make it easier for you to become a racist if you have anesthetized yourself to racism against you.
Can we all please start asking more direct questions?
Instead of asking me, “Are you working Saturday?”, please ask, “Would you like to go do X on Saturday?” (I was not working, but I had promised to help friends move.)
Instead of, “Are you busy Wednesday?”, please ask, “Are you free around lunchtime? I’ll be in the area.” (I was totally busy, but able to move things around for lunch.)
Instead of, “Do you have any plans next weekend?”, please ask, “Are you free at any point next weekend to do X?” (I don’t really feel up to X, and this way I can say I have plans.)
It’s just so much easier to answer the real question instead of trying to figure out how to answer the question that was asked or having to say, “Why do you ask?”
To the people trying to sell things and posting pictures online:
Can you clean up before taking the pictures??? Can you understand that the mess and clutter make it less appealing?
I seem to have little non painful blisters - some sort of rash, perhaps - along the edges of both index fingers. And I have no idea why.
I’m hip deep in a futile rewrite of a book that needs to be thrown into a dumpster fire and written from scratch, except I can’t because my agent has already put in the time to edit it, so I’m wasting my time trying to “fix” it to show her I’m a good trooper.
And this morning she hits me with an email full of concerns about the new book. To wit, the opening isn’t strong enough and not enough happens in the first third. And I was feeling really damn good about that book.
I am the worst fucking writer ever. I mean, I read my stuff and I think it’s okay (until I go back to rewrite my first novel, and want to tear my face off, the storytelling is so sub-optimal) but obviously it’s not okay because I’m stuck in fucking rewrite HELL and it won’t stop happening.
Oh well. I guess as long as I’m rewriting, I’m not doing anything new to generate more rewrites. How does that come out in the end, huh?
Sounds like Dyshidrosis, which commonly occurs on the sides of the fingers. My sister and I both get it. Stress is a pretty common trigger.
This. I’ve been periodically getting these on the sides of my fingers for almost 50 years. They’re slightly itchy and harmless.
More birthday rants - before the big day, my sister paid for me to have a massage and lunch. All good.
The day after my birthday, she sends round a pack of Crayola twistable crayons, wrapped up in used Amazon packaging. Ummm, clearly for my daughters, okay.
Nope. She emails asking if I liked “my present”, I said yes, the massage and lunch were great. She didn’t take the hint, and replied again saying no, what about the crayons, and she’ll send a Cinderella DVD round once she’s watched it.
I guess I’m missing the funny side here, as I just want to say to her look, I appreciate her giving my daughers crayons and a kids DVD, as the items are clearly for them, not a birthday gift for 39 yr old me?