I get that you have your period this week. However, please keep in mind that this is a shared bathroom, and clean up after yourself. So far this week I have found menstrual fluid dripped on the toilet seat, the toilet unflushed with your bloody toilet paper in it, menstrual fluid smeared across the toilet seat, and now menstrual fluid smeared on the floor by the toilet.
And this is all on separate occasions.
I am not paid to clean up after you. Hell, the cleaning staff shouldn’t have to clean this up after you.
Please have some consideration for the rest of us using this bathroom.
I understand that you love anthropology, and really want us to learn the subject. However, making us each either write a poem about anthropology or rewrite lyrics to a song is obnoxious. This is not a creative writing class, nor is this a theatre class. Giving us extra credit for performing said poem or song does not make it any less degrading. Making it a full 10% of our grade and using “artistic integrity” as one of your metrics to judge said work just adds insult to injury.
Secondly, the “Great Job” stamp on my homework is amusing, but frankly, I’m a little squicked out that you treat us exactly like 3rd graders. I do, however, appreciate the gold stars and the snack breaks in the middle of class.
Lastly, I understand it’s a short class, but trying to cram 250 pages of reading into one week is a little extreme, considering that we took four weeks to get through the first 250 pages of the textbook. A little more even division of reading might have made the class harder in the beginning, but I think it would be for the best.
I hope you understand that I won’t be taking your other classes as much as I feel you’re a very, very nice lady who genuinely wants us to succeed. Glad we could have this chat.
Why, every “Taco Salad” day in the cafeteria, when there sit stacks of many sturdy and delectable-looking taco shells, do they consistently pick the broken, holes-in-the-sides, on-the-verge-of-falling-apart shell for me? Every. Time.
A big hearty f-you to the bitch in the parking lot after lunch today.
After I waited patiently, with my blinker on, for the prime spot right up front (of the back part of the lot), and kindly waited for you to pass by after coming around the entrance corner up on two wheels, rather than pulling across the lane as I should have (avoiding a crash with your poorly driven car), I am thrilled that you let me watch you pull into my parking spot.
You son of a bitch. You called your wife, my coworker, an hour ago while she was at work to announce that you want a divorce, leaving her desperately scrambling to hide her despair while trying to cope with her job.
Dear McCormick Spice Eejits:
Please cease and desist from using the pry-up top on containers of black pepper, or at least make one that will not screw off. I recently switched over from Schilling brand (with the screw-off top) to yours, and twice now I’ve screwed off your top and dumped a tablespoon or more of pepper onto my victuals, rendering same inedible. How would you like it if I rendered your victuals inedible. Hmmm?
To the local Gamestop: thanks for completely giving up on PC games. Now I know to go straight to the Target. Yes, their selection is poor, but it’s better than zilch. I’m sure all the console gamers will keep you in business.
Dear Co-worker, you are strange to say the least. Why are you heating vinegar to the boiling point in the microwave? Oh, yes, to run through the coffee maker and then the water dispenser. But you drink from neither - only bottled water for you from some snotty French company and coffee will never cross those prissy lips of yours.
I would really like to see the actual data on how many germs or bacteria are present in either and really whether hot vinegar kills said germs and bacteria. The office smells so nice. Not. I’d rather take my chances with the little bugs.
Wow, just wow, to the guy who called the coworker at work to say he wanted a divorce. What a cowardly asshole.
Not to defend her, but nothing gets a coffee maker cleaner than running vinegar (not hot though) through it. Then you run water threough about ten times, to kill the vinegar taste, and then it’s like you’re using a new coffeemaker.
Fucking filthy pigs: stop eating in class! Your lip-smacking and bag-crinkling is distracting and annoying. If I can find time to eat in appropriate areas, anyone can.
Either make an effort to lose some weight, or break down and buy some larger/longer shirts. It really puts the rest of us off when you walk around with your shirt untucked flashing your hairly belly to the rest of us every time you move your arms.
This is why I try to get everyone to email me. That way they are forced to put it all down in a reasonable way. Also, if they call you you can always say “Yeah, sure thing, right away, click” But it’s those desk-lurkers…they just cling…so needy…
I remember my mother doing this once or twice a year for the same reason. However, we have a commerical coffe pot, with a water line and hot water reserve. She goes through this whole production all the while claiming it kills bacteria. :dubious: Bacteria can live that hotness? I also don’t think she runs a courtesy pot of water after that either, but that might be my mind playing tricks on me. I swear the next pot made tastes like vinegar. I personally think it is her scheme to get us all to hate coffee, but I’m addicted… I mean, not that easily fooled.
We probably won’t have to worry about her doing the water cooler/dispenser again. Bosslady had a fit when her water tasted funny this morning and made coworker flush the system repeatedly.
Right, and actually, the vinegar dissolves the calcifications and cooked-on coffee smoodge in the depths of the coffee or espresso machine. It’s not actually doing much about germs, I shouldn’t think. The accumulated crud affects the taste of your coffee and it should be dissolved out periodically. There’s commercially-made stuff you can use which doesn’t stink of vinegar - we use it and it works well.
However, the bint who doesn’t drink coffee but must clean the coffee machine sounds OCD to me. Boiling vinegar? Phew!
Here’s a mini-rant from me: to the file clerk who sits on the other side of the partition from me. I can smell your sour cigarette breath from here. Can’t you brush your teeth or something? Feh! And your clothes reek of old cigarette smoke.
To my Mother in Law:
7:30 am is not an acceptable time to show up for a spontaneous visit. I don’t care that we are on your way home from your early-morning class. I leave for work at 7:45, so I didn’t get a chance to have a pre-work-goodbye-cuddle with my husband. And stop crying about how I’m on birth control. If you want to buy us a safe car and pay for me to stay home when I’m hideously sick, I will start trying to get pregnant. Unless you do that, you are just going to have to wait without complaining until your son and I can afford it. Suck it up, you are a grown woman. Its more important to me than it could possibly be to you, and I don’t go off crying because I can’t have a baby RIGHT NOW. And ESPECIALLY don’t tell me about how you love to shop in the baby section, and can’t wait until you can buy.
And your mother-in-law is still alive? You really need to train her better - no early morning (or late night) visits, no visits without calling first, and no pressure about grandkids. I can’t imagine my own mother being that much in my face, never mind my mother-in-law.
The work sucks, but the results will peel the skin off your tounge! 