Tear down one sign, two more spring up!
I don’t get it. 
Years ago when I was living in Austin they had a big race through the city - I can’t remember if it was runners or bikers. Anyway, they closed a bunch of streets for the race circuit … which trapped me inside my own block. Literally every exit out of the block in which I lived was closed off. :mad:
purps, what I THINK Nava was getting at was comparing Cat Whisperer’s co-worker’s expectation that Cat Whisperer was the driver for the lunches and didn’t even ASK. Like the guy in Nava’s story - everyone was expecting something from him and unwilling to offer anything in exchange or thanks. Except for the little boy who did and HE would be the one to get his request granted.
I think. I’m drinking though - I could be wrong. 
WTF???
What’s really getting me is that TBTB closed the road two Wednesdays ago, and told us it’d reopen on that Saturday, then on that Friday, they told us it’d be Monday. Then on Monday, they said Friday, then that Friday, they said Monday, then on Tuesday they came out with “indefinitely due to inclement weather”. :mad::mad:
Well, the hood was popped. Battery was old and Mom is weird about cars, so she went and bought a new battery. Mechanic friend replaced it.
And noticed there is a smallish crack on the engine head. He said I could get maybe another 1000 miles… too bad I do that in two weeks.
Fuck.
This isn’t a rant. It’s more of a…tired? It’s a tired.
I’m TIRED of going to the grocery store and EVERY SINGLE DAY, having to run the gauntlet of charity/fundraising beggars. EVERY SINGLE DAY. Weekends. Weekdays. EVERY DAY.
Having to say “no” to a continuous stream of wide-eyed waifs of both genders, looming firefighters, local football teams, guiltmongers (“want to help send us to camp?” How the hell do you answer that?), and associated do-gooders wearies me. I give to my own charities, and the organizations I support, and I am tired of finding literally no day free of the onslaught.
Yea, call me Scrooge.
Pennsic is a rather large camping even in the beginning of August. Roughly 12000 to 15000 [yes, thousand] people show up. The regular way to get to the campground is Curry Rd, which is more or less best described as take this exit off of RT79 in PA, at the end turn left, immediately turn right onto Curry Rd, go half a mile, park in the vast sea of cars and do the paperwork and pay to get in. There has traditionally been an aging single lane bridge between the exit from 79 and the camping area of Pennsic.
So, a few weeks before the MAJOR money making event in the area what do they do? Tear up the bridge so that to get there you have to exit in Slippery Rock and go over hill and over dale and around your ass to get to your elbow … and I can pretty much state that in the absence of going out and over the [nonexistant] bridge, and hanging a right on the main road to go to the various stores to shop, everybody simply did their shopping in Slippery Rock instead. Way to go, New Castle.
The little boy asked…AND he also gave the man going down the mountain some money up front to buy the whistle. If you’ve ever bought food for the group, and everyone swears that they’ll cough up when you come back, you know that you always end up short, somehow.
So its not just my City that is this stupid; that makes me feel better.
In other rants: Dude, coffee yesterday was nice, but really, you were boring as hell, and I just didn’t like you. I felt no spark with you whatsoever. You emailed me from the parking lot before I’d even got in the car to leave, saying you’d like to see me again. When I didn’t respond immediately cause I was busy at work, you sent me another email. So I responded. With a polite “you’re a nice guy, but I don’t see things working out between us, you’re just not what I’m looking for, sorry.” This is NOT a cue for you to send me another long email about how if I just gave you a chance and we met up once more you could show me different facets of your personality. Seriously dude. Just no. Take the not so subtle hint, OK?
I HATE talking to my grandma on the phone. She has hearing aids but she must not put them in or turn them on or something. Today’s conversation:
Me: D hurt his hand
Gma: He what?
Me: Hurt his hand
Gma: What did he hurt?
Me: His hand!
Gma: What?
Me: His HAND!! Ugh!!! Nevermind.
Gma: Well I want to know!
Me: His hand. H-A-N-D hand.
Gma: He got tanned?
Me: (too frustrated to giggle at that) No! His hand!!
Gma: I can’t understand you. Spell it for me.
Me: H-A-N-D Hand hand.
Gma: His hand?
Me: YES!!!
My head hurts now. This is why I prefer to talk to her in person. At least she can kind of read my lips. Or I can point to my hand. 
I bet if you started making shit up, she’d hear it all.
“D dipped his hand in a vat of molten gold, now he has a gold hand and he’s using it to kill people.”
Oh yeah when I accused my deaf granny of cheating at cards IN A WHISPER, she heard that ok.
Chimera, you must know my grandma. She would definitely hear that!
Eh, when I was a Security Supervisor I had a Vietnam vet working for me. He would pretend not to hear things pretty much shouted in his ear from right next to him, but at the same time he would be singing along to a very very quiet radio across the room. I always chalk that sort of thing up as “You’re just not paying attention to what people say, and you’re making excuses for why it’s not simple rudeness and lack of respect on your part.”
And yeah, then I start making shit up or getting downright rude just to test the theory.
Oh wait, you heard me mutter “idiot”? How is it you didn’t hear the metal detector go off right next to you, or me telling you to stop the guy? Which is it? You can’t hear, or you don’t listen? Because one of those may get you re-assigned, and the other may get you fired.
My mini rant is about people who respond to posts on this board with, “Meh”.
WTF does that mean? Here’s what it means;
“Whilst you may find your post interesting and insightful, to my superior intellect it is trivial and pointless. So much so that I can’t even be bothered to use a real word to respond to it. Having said that, I do need to respond in some way, just to ensure that you are aware of your essential stupidity and my staggering genius. Behold my magnificence, worm!”
It’s just fucking lazy. In fact, if you are tempted to use the term, don’t. Cut and paste the above instead please so that people can truly appreciate the extent of your superiority complex.
And, do not respond to this with “meh”. I will note the first person to do so and make a point of tracking you down and ridiculing your footwear in front of your friends and family!
The one that makes me raise an eyebrow are the teens with a box of storebought candy (M&Ms, Snickers) soliciting for you to buy them at a stiff markup so they can go to basketball camp. It’s always basketball camp, I don’t know why. My assumption - possibly incorrect - is always that it’s just fundraising for the kid himself.
Romney is right now a few miles away from my house giving a speech. Mike Huckabee just said that Republicans should not let me out of my house on election day, and should let the air out of my tires. Despicable.
Is it really necessary to change our computer passwords every 3 months? And every change has to be markedly different from the last password (no changing just one digit), and every password must contain letters number and a shifted key. Is that all really fucking necessary?
You know I could just keep a password in my head but now that you make me change it to something radically different every 3 months I’m just writing it down on a post it note and sticking it on the monitor. There. Hope you feel safer.
Dearest, best beloved, giant pain in my ass Husband o’ mine:
I agreed to do the ‘get stuff to the bookkeeper’ chore because your method (or lack thereof) just about caused her to quit. It did make her raise her rates. And I think I’ve got a handle on how to get it all sorted and tagged and whatnot reasonably efficiently - at least it no longer takes me an entire day.
BUT I CAN’T DO IT WHEN YOU DON’T GIVE ME RECEIPTS OR CATEGORIZE THE ONES YOU DO GIVE ME!!!
Crippledchristonacookie, you do 99.999% of the spending from the business account, thus YOU know what it was for. What takes you 10 minutes to do would take me 2 hrs easily. We have the Shoebox program that makes it easy for you (your idea) and you separated accounts to make it easy(your idea) so just DO it already!
I’m not your mother and I’m not your secretary and I hate nagging at you to get shit done.
Frustratedly yours,
She who is going to start spending $$$ on lottery tickets.
I live fairly close to a street like that here - between north and far north Calgary there is a road that is blocked off for all traffic but buses, so hundreds of thousands of people go a mile out of their way and a mile back again because the City, in their infinite wisdom, have decided that the logical route that people want to use must not be used; you must use the other, much further away road. It drives me particularly crazy when I’m running errands and I want to get to the Safeway that I can see a block away, but I have to drive two miles out of my way to get to it.
We did that when our lawn sign for a mayoral campaign was stolen. 
I just assume that everyone working in offices has a Post-It note with their passwords written down somewhere in their desk.