Thanks, yeah, that’s my experience, too, unless I just want to lose consciousness. I’ve got hydrocodone, and I’ll use it as necessary, but I use ibuprofen more than about anything else.
I’m gonna vote for crazy. It’s possible that she had just dealt with a real perv, but once you got into the breadmaking discussion, I think that she should have assumed that your intentions were innocent, and you wanted something that a grocery store is in the business of selling.
The slap was completely unwarranted, unless you had your fly open and you were stroking yourself and leering at her. And yes, the manager definitely needs to know about her assaulting a customer after accusing him of perving on her.
I went to the medical practice and got the results from the referring doctor. All was right.
A few weeks later I was at the same practice and saw a different doctor. She said that the results of the colonoscopy meant I needed another in 3 years rather than 5 years. Well, that was news.
Earlier this year I changed to a different medical practice. I knew the three years was about up so I rang the office of the Gastroenterologist to find out about getting a referral from the new doctor.
The staff had a look at my file and said, I was supposed to have a colonoscopy every 12 months.
So, now I am 2 years overdue for one and need to arrange one rather quickly. I also have no idea why this was not passed on- nor what the problem is that requires this. I am certain my backside is not that beautiful the specialist finds it desirable to look at it frequently.
I would also add I am not thrilled at the concept of having one every frigging year.
We received approximately 7" of snow at my house. Heavy, heavy snow. Managed to get out of the driveway, couldn’t get back in. Luckily, the neighbor who I despise every other day of the year, came and helped me out. We got the driveway shovelled in about 15 minutes (well, at least wide enough to get my vehicle in), she pushed me out into the street so I could get a running start, and BOOM I’m back home. And the plow just went by.
This is fucking ridiculous.
And I received a call from the transplant office. Guess what? I have a fucking cyst on my spine and they think they need to remove it asap. All I want is a damn kidney, not spinal surgery. I am so over all of this crap.
I love you, friend, but please fuck off with the conspiracy theories.
The newest bullshit he’s spouting is that the Boston bomber that was killed was NOT the real bomber and he was killed so he couldn’t SAY he’s not the real bomber.
The real bombers were the private security guards. :eye roll:
He’s a big fan of Infowars, I’ll just leave it at that.
Also, I heard that Mr. Wonderful is gassy, hates cats and dogs, has his wife’s name tattooed on his butt, snores, has toenail fungus, moves his lips when he reads, never cleans up after himself, a picky eater, and whiny when he’s sick.
The “seven year itch” is a well-known thing for a good reason - it happens to a lot of people. You’re married, not blind or dead - you can still see good-looking guys and think how yummy they are. I think crushes happen quite frequently to people in good marriages; my advice would be to not make too much of it, but to be careful with it as well; as you say, don’t act on it, don’t go out of your way to hang around with Mr. Hotness, be aware of keeping your boundaries strong with him.
My company had its big annual meeting this morning. Right before it started, the slideshow did a countdown of the last 60 seconds leading up to the start of the meeting. When it got to about 10 seconds, a loud sound effect of a bomb went off. I know that we’re not anywhere near Boston, and some people laughed when everyone jumped, but was that really necessary?
So out of boredom I peeked into a message board that I used to frequent. I won’t name & shame, I’ll just say I stopped going there because I couldn’t handle the whining about mundane things that people considered “rude”.
Anyway this one post was from a woman who had been at a restaurant in NYC “well known for it’s rock and roll memorabilia” (FFS it’s the Hard Rock. I’ve been there.) Anyway, I guess they were sitting on an upper tier in the dining room across from the mural, and she felt someone “in her space.” She looked up and a couple of girls were standing beside their table taking a picture of the mural.
It was one of those “what would you do in this situation” posts. If that board wasn’t so anal about “politeness” I was tempted to sign in and say “Oh I don’t know, how about NOT BE A WHINY BITCH. A photo takes, what, 60 seconds tops? Someone was in your space at a tourist attraction for the time it takes to get a picture and you’re all butthurt about it? Un-fucking-believable.”
But no, I just vowed to never go back to that board when I’m bored. Pretty much all their posts are of the “someone did something “rude” and I’m all butthurt about it” variety. Bunch of pretentious, whiny assholes.
Did you all know that Texas has a problem with feral pigs? Not javalina, but escaped pigs that have gone feral.
This morning, Bill told me that he was going to take his client to the job site and asked me to go with them. I knew that I’d need to dress in heavy boots and jeans, we would be walking in very rough country, so I got dressed for that. While I was getting dressed, Bill complained about my 9mm Glock and wanted me to carry my Desert Eagle and a shotgun.
I LOVE doing security work. Our club often does security at concerts/events and its great. I get to stand around wearing a security shirt and fondle my pepper spray while looking dangerous and crabby.
Feral pigs are much worse than people. I’ve spent half of my life training myself to react to threats.
Today was the first time I shot at a living target. Part of me was proud that I was able to stop the feral boar. Mostly I’m sad that I killed an living being that was only trying to survive.
Client was as impressed with Bill’s bodyguard as he was with the job site.
tl/dr. I shot an animal today, and I’m not sure how I should feel.
On Tuesday, we took Roxie (our cat) to the vet to see if she still has the evil fungal infection. We got the results today. When she was diagnosed, her level was 8.42. This week, her level was 0.4. Good, right?
Nope. She has to be less than 0.2 before she’s considered “cured”. So, that’s two more months of medicating the cat twice daily, with the expensive antifungal liquid.
The pig wouldn’t have given you the same consideration or quarter. And I say this speaking as a vegetarian who eats that way partially for personal moral reasons.
As humans, we’ve fucked up our environment in many ways, and one way is releasing (accidentally or intentionally) animals into places they shouldn’t be in. Feral pigs are a danger, and sadly, they need to be taken care of.
We had two bomb threats in two days at major transit stations here in Montreal. (Luckily the “suspicious packages” in both cases turned out to be harmless.)
