I understand where you’re coming from. Let’s see. God only knows who might have tried them on, for one. I was dealing with people who didn’t know to leave their underwear on when trying on bathing suits, for heaven’s sake. I had to start asking them to. “Why?” “Would you want to try on that suit if somebody else had tried it on without their underwear?” “Um…I guess not.” “Exactly.” And we won’t go into the state of said underwear; I don’t know, and I didn’t ask. (If we knew they’d done it, said suit would go back to claims. But I couldn’t tell you how many people might have done it without my knowing about it.)
They could easily have gotten on the floor at some point, and at least at the store I worked at, there was all sorts of dust and dirt under the racks. Unless they were stained, we’d brush 'em off and put them back up.
And you have no idea how many people with what germs might have touched them. Yes, that sounds paranoid. But bratty kids with colds still get into stuff, and if their idiot parents didn’t make them stop…I washed my hands constantly, at least two or three times a shift.
I’d like to pit all of last week. I’m glad you’re gone. You sucked. You were the suckiest week that ever sucked.
My glasses are starting to suck. The plastic covering on the temple pieces are starting to crack and getting caught in my hair. My hair will fall out of whatever style I put it into at the beginning of the day without your help, glasses.
Thank you, Momo U, for cancelling my REQUIRED class with exactly 2 hours left until the beginning of the semester. It’s not bad enough that I have to take this cross cultural crap, but to cancel it and fuck up my schedule is really not nice.
IT professor: If you’re teaching a technology course, maybe you should learn how to use the online scholastic system we use. Your notes suck, and the 75 minutes we spend together make me want to throw the book that the bookstore won’t buy back at you.
HR teacher: I like how you gave us an 80 on our group project because we couldn’t determine exactly what you wanted. I know it was only the 2nd class when we did our report, but my powers of ESP were severely lacking for the 2 days we had to find a topic and develop a 15 minute presentation. Next time, I’ll be sure to just let you kick me in the junk and we’ll call it even.
To the horrid cunt whom I had the displeasure of carrying last year through our science class: I have a job that makes me work 40 hours a week, then have class after that. I truly pity that you need to find somebody to hang out with at 2 am because your lazy unemployed ass can’t handle the stress of 12 credits AND 10 hours of work in the same week. Don’t call me an asshole for not returning your calls. I’m certain that my wife would not like that I am calling another woman at all hours of the night instead of spending what little free time I have with her. And, as an aside, if your major is Political Science, perhaps you shouldn’t be getting a cliffs notes version of the Communist Manifesto from the kid that hasn’t read it since he was in 9th grade. Sometimes, you actually have to READ a full book. Hard to believe you failed that philosophy course.
5: To the lady that sells sandwiches on campus: You’re not doing me any favors by taking my money. It’s not bad enough that the sammiches are stale or flavorless, but the fact that it’s $3.25 and I get a free side order of attitude is finally enough to make me stop buying altogether.
To those who use “speak truth to power”: stop it! It’s over used and it’s not even grammatical! It just doesn’t parse. Maybe “speak the truth to the power”, but power doesn’t fit particularly well here. Try “authority”, since that’s what you really meant.
“speak the truth to the authorities”–this phrase approved by Pleonast.
To whoever is about to complain about the grammar in my post–don’t bother, I don’t care.
Maybe they mean “speak the truth to GET power.” I dunno. It doesn’t make sense to me either, and I would be looking kinda like this if someone around me felt the need to use that phrase. It sounds like a nonsense phrase to me.
If it’s 0 degrees outside, and we come in to a frigid office…the heat is broken. Even if we get the emergency heat turned on, it takes hours to warm it up. When it’s 1 PM and we’re all walking around in coats and scarves INDOORS, maybe it’s time to just admit defeat and SEND US FREAKIN’ HOME??? The office next to us left at 9:30 AM. Perhaps we should also take the hint?
Yeah, it’s pretty sad when I leave at lunch just to get into my car and get the heat going so I can warm up before I come back to work.
You are adorable, gorgeous, cute & precious, the lights of my life and I love you with all of my heart & then some.
Please, PLEASE, PLEASE quit ASKING SO MANY FUCKING QUESTIONS!
“I would like some water” they say
(I go to get cup) “Sure, no problem” I reply.
(I start filling it, right in front of them)
“I want water” “Can I have some water please?” “I want water” “Are you getting me some water?” “Water, please?” “What are you doing, Mommy?” “WATER!”
FUCKING SHIT, I AM RESPONDING TO YOU, STOP ASKING ME OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!
It doesn’t matter what it is – couple of minutes ago, it was PlayDoh “Here, I’ll give you some yellow PlayDoh to share”. As I’m fucking OPENING THE CAN, standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM “Can you give me PlayDoh?” “I want some PlayDoh!” “Are you giving me PlayDoh?” “What are you doing, Mommy?” “Can I have some yellow PlayDoh?” “I like PlayDoh”
My son starts every single sentence with “Mommy…” All day long.
MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY
I swear, it’s a fucking MIRACLE anyone lives to KINDERGARTEN!!!
Now she’s 17 and still not all that swift. She’s my ONLY child, and when she calls home for a ride or whatever, and I answer the phone… “Mom?” (Yes, darling, what other woman would be answering the phone at home?) “It’s me, Kate.” (No shit, sweetie. No one else calls me Mom.)
From what I remember of the course, it refers to distractions inside your vehicle, such as kids, cellphones etc. The point was that statistically speaking the overwhelming majority of hijackings occur within a 1 km radius of your home, especially at your gate. By minimizing the distractions and monitoring the vehicles behind you, you can pick up if you are being followed, which is often the MO of the hijackers.
In fact, the suggestion was to include your kids in the monitoring process, by making it a game for them. They would check the vehicles, and feed the gender and number of occupants back to you. If you felt in any way threatened, you would then bypass your home, and go to a public place such as a garage.
Yeah, I know, sounds like a war zone, but that’s life in good old SA.
Dunnow, the person most likely to do it is a Swedish guy who plays a female human shadow priest and a female dwarven paladin. His wife plays a male human mage and a female dwarven paladin.
Makes for some interesting conversations until you realize the gender switch
Actually, I have a different counter-Pit. If you’re going 10 or 15 mph below the speed limit in the fast lane, I won’t tailgate you, but I’ll sympathize with people who are. I’ll also pass you as soon as I get the chance to and wonder why you’re not moving over. I saw it on my way to work this morning and wondered what the person who was going about 40 mph on the freeway at rush hour was thinking.
IT’S THE NEXT DAY, and it’s STILL 55 degrees in this office! The emergency heat is obviously not working, either! Can you cut us a freakin’ break and let us go home???
What kind of crazy-ass “rush hour” allows for 40 mph traffic?
In the work parking lot, I happened to be walking by when some woman in a car with its own gravitational field parked it across two spots. I told her (in a nicer way than this) to quit being a fuckhead and park like a grownup. She whined back, “Oh, it’s just really hard to park this thing.”
No shit, fuckface! Maybe when you were at the dealership you should have remembered that you lived in San Francisco, and therefore vehicles made by NASA would be a wee bit impractical, instead of leaving us in Corollas to have to deal with your incompetence and selfishness.
Also, to the NP who interrupted me twice while I was writing this post on my lunch break, well, you just have poor timing.
if someone around me felt the need to use that phrase. It sounds like a nonsense phrase to me.