I’ll chime in, quietly. We recently hired a new woman who loves to talk. So does a coworker of mine. The problem is, my desk is between theirs and I like to work quietly. Fortunately, we’ll be rearranging the office soon.
That’s just where I store non-refridgerated stuff. Keep in mind, I’m single, I don’t have a lot of food in the house. I bring the food home, put the cold things in the fridge and the non-cold things on top. Whenever I eat, all the fixins are located in one local.
The two loudest people in my office like to talk to each other. Across the top of their cube wall. Which is next to mine. My unsolicited editorializing about their fascinating conversations about celebrity/royal gossip (“Gee Scott, I had no idea you knew the Windsors!”) have not increased their shame. I may need to stoop to an intervention.
I see. Carry on.
The similarity between the words you and your. Honestly, I make the same mistake. (I even did it verbally late last year, referring to a TV actor’s delivery as “in-you-face” during a conversation with friends.)
Can’t we all adopt yer as the possessive form?
I see you understand my displeasure 
. I am wearing my Rolex Submariner now, a very nice watch in its own right, but it goes in the drawer as soon as the Speedmaster comes back.
Well, if I’m the mope in front, I did it because you were tailgating me. And I cackled maniacally as I slid through the light and left you to cool your heels at a greater distance than 18 inches behind me. If you want to attach your lips to my butt, lets get out of our cars first.
Obviously not addressed to m7f5 personally, who for all I know wouldn’t dream of tailgating, but I have been on the other side of this situation.
What you don’t know about me is that I have a plan with my bank - my debit transactions are covered in a flat fee (I get 15 covered each month; some banks have unlimited plans), so I can use my debit card to buy a pack of gum if I want to (I try not to, because that really is dickish). Where your rant really should be directed at is the banks who charge the merchants for each debit transaction, and also charge the customer for that same transaction. Double-dipping bastards.
You’re right – I wasn’t tailgating. I was coming home from work and was a block from my house, nothing special to see there and no rush to get home, so I simply moped along at the other fellow’s pace with a good gap between us. I’m fully in agreement with your technique and I employ it myself at times.
Wow, you have to pay a service fee to use your debit card? We’ve never, ever had to pay a service fee. Get an account at a credit union, dude, so you’re not nickel-and-dimed to death!
And for me, paying by debit card is usually faster than paying cash. I pull my card out as soon as they start ringing my stuff up, swipe it, punch in my account, tell the cashier it’s debit, and I’m outta there far faster than it would take them to count me out change.
My tiny rant? It’s freaking cold outside! And it’s been freaking cold all week! Thanks to our stupid house not having sufficient insulation** under the floors, it’s cold all the time in here when it’s cold outside. I am sick of wrapping up in an electric blanket just to sit at my desk and work, even though the thermostat claims it’s 72° in here. It’s about 50° down at floor level (we’ve checked!)!
**We don’t own the house and don’t plan to live here past this summer, so it’s not our problem. And we’ve talked to our landlord about it, but apparently it’s not a big concern for him. Which I don’t understand since he used to live here himself and pay the whopping electric bills from trying to keep the house warm. And we’re certainly not going to pay to insulate his house. So it’s an electric blanket for me, which is a damn sight cheaper alternative.
It’s quarter to two in the morning.
It’s still 33.2 degC at the airfield behind my house. Where there’s likely to be more breeze and thus be a bit cooler than the temperature INSIDE MY FUCKING BEDROOM.
Summer can suck a hairy fat one.
I hope that thunderstorm they’re promising comes tomorrow. Today. Whenthefuckever.
Ladies! The benches near the lockers are not there for you to park your giant hockey gear sized bags while you shower! Either put them in your locker or UNDER the damned bench.
Stop chitchatting and taking 20 minutes to do one set!l (this is in the “expressway” where we multi-set users have to yield to expressway users).
And last, but definitely WORST. To Mr. Porn Movie Gasper man,
Look. You’ve done one rep, maybe two, there is no reason whatsoever to make those disgusting, gasping, groaning sounds with each and every move (yes, on the eccentric and egcentric [I’m sure I mangled the spelling on those] moves both). You’re not lifting that much (I looked), and something’s just not right if you’re under that much strain from the first or second rep on.
I swear, this man sounds like the sound track of a bad 60s porn movie. I’d rather have one of those He-Man (hear me be “the man” I’m lifting SO much) grunts.
Hey! How did you get to see my last employee appraisal??? 
Ha! I pay no service fee to pay with debit, and a $5 service fee to withdraw cash from ATMs here.
More beginning of semester rants.
Where’s the autonomy II: So I take the train from Chicago to the location of my school.
Twelve females board the train shortly after I’ve seated myself.
It was clear all twelve females were friends. They sat together and were seemingly all talking together.
Fair enough. What I did not notice, until they exited the train together,
was that all twelve were wearing jeans mini-skirts.
And I pay nothing for either debit or withdrawing from ATMs, provided I keep at least $1,000 in my account (which I always do - it’s also a nice buffer to guarantee that I will never bounce a cheque).
I do prefer using cash for small purchases, but it’s just for self-discipline; it helps me keep a closer eye on my finances (also cuts down on the chances of getting my account info stolen, but I don’t really think about that much).
What banks are you people using? I pay nothing to pay with my debit card or to withdraw cash from ATMS, and I get an interest free overdraft.
Interesting. A couple of people in this thread were having hissy fits because people DON’T use their debit cards. They were protesting against checks, but seemed pretty hostile about cash, too. I think I shall continue to please myself in this matter, since I can’t make everybody happy anyway.
I would, however, like to take this time to pit my body. Why it has picked up every stray bug since September, I don’t know. I’m considering cutting off my head. I think I’d breathe more efficiently.
My rant is tiny both in subject and in the grand scheme of things - we went out to the hot springs in the mountains for this long weekend (Radium), and while I had hoped it wouldn’t be too crowded because it is still winter, it was. The hot pool is a SOAKING pool, not a SWIMMING, SPLASHING, HORSE-PLAY pool. I wish to pit all the kids that were constantly splashing the other bathers (and our towels), the ineffective parents who were either letting them do it or actively participating in it, the teenagers who were dunking each other and splashing those around them, and the lifeguards who couldn’t be bothered to tell anyone to stop splashing everyone.
Other than the constant irritation in the hot pool, we had a very nice week-end. I won’t be going there on a long weekend again, though. Maybe mid-week.
Not really a rant, but it bugged me, so I’m posting it.
I have a co-worker whose every action tramples my nerves. The latest one was today, when she was talking to our supervisor at my desk. She anxiously asked the supervisor about some problem she was having, and then, maintaining eye contact the whole time, took out a stub of lipstick, opened wide and smeared on a nice thick coat of paint! Skeeved me out no end. Call me old-fashioned, I just kind of like to separate my chats with the boss from my cosmetics-application activities. barf