Your Littlebro has a way with words.
for Little Man, though.
Now’s a good time to tell you all about one of my flaws. Ridicule me if you want. I got this way over 40 years, I can blame my dad, I can blame immaturity, whatever, but it’s not going to change. This is the point at which I direct someone to call the police and I try to pick a fight. You’re right. Won’t do any good for anyone. Won’t help the little man except maybe the one sliver of a chance that it makes him see that someone WILL stand up for him someday. That bitch is an oxygen thief, she’s stealing MY oxygen and for that, she gets a face full of demon. If she wants to look my demon in the face and is stupid enough to take a swing after that, all bets are off and I spend a night in jail while she goes to the hospital.
There aren’t a lot of things that make me throw caution to the wind and paint the kitchen white, but that would be one of them right there.
I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry for the little dude. He’s going to be one fucked up adult…if he makes it that long.
ETA: I’m not an internet tough guy or anything. Someday someone will probably kick my ass. I have come to peace with the possibility of an ass kicking or jail. If I’ve come to that point with someone, I’ve given thought to the long term consequences and have made my decision at that point. It’s happened once or twice, but nobody has ever looked my demon in the face and challenged it.
Hah! Love this idea.
Though I settled on, “Hey, you know what? I am just completely swamped at work right now and, other than overlygirl’s birthday, probably won’t be able to take much time off. Why don’t you come on over after the first of the year? I can take some time off and we can hang out, just the two of us.” Shockingly, she was not offended, which is a first. Usually she starts crying. Perhaps I didn’t give her enough credit. Or perhaps she called my sister and complained about me. Meh, I didn’t have to deal with it one way or the other.
Nava, that’s a really succinct way of saying it. And very true.
What the flying fuck … the power was restored a little over an hour or so ago here at chez aru … so why the hell is the neighbors generator making that whiney grindy sort of sound? Why is it running at all? I want to go to sleep and all I hear is that damned whiney grindy sound ruuur ruuur ruuur ruuur :mad:
Our boss is out of the office today and not checking e-mails. So apparently that means that all the other product managers under him (other than me) chose to take the day off without telling anyone or submitting for paid time off. So, out of the four people that were supposed to be online or at work just decided not to bother. What. The. Fuck? Why am I the only person online? Granted, I’m working at home. The dishwasher is busted and I’m sitting on my ass waiting for the repair guy. But in what world is it acceptable to just not show up to work because the boss is out? We all bust our asses, but being exempt and not hourly does not translate to not show up to work whenever the fuck you feel like it!
I’m not sure what to do about this. I’m certainly not going to disturb my boss on his day off. One of the product managers who chose not to show up to work seemed to be having a mental breakdown yesterday, so it’s very possible that that is why she isn’t here or online. The other one is virtual. I guess I’ll mind my own business, but I’m still fucking pissed.
You people know there’s now a November rants thread right?
True. But honestly this was one of the best mini-rants threads ever. People got rants off their chest, some advice was given, a few problems solved, virtual hugs given, assholes called assholes, and just enough snark so that it still felt Pit like.
Dammit. Maybe I should pit my reading comprehension in the other thread.
I know it’s November, but I brought it up in this thread…so…
My Shitty Coworker Quit Friday! WhoooooO!
Damn you Hyundai. Miles driven divided by fuel used equals MPG. This ain’t rocket surgery or brain science but you still fucked it up. Car companies have been publishing MPG numbers for about 40 years, one would think that it would be pretty much impossible to fuck up. Well if you thought that (and I did) you would be wrong.
You overstated the EPA mileage numbers on a bunch of your cars. Great just fucking great.
Now for the next several weeks I’m going to get yelled at by every Hyundai owner in So Cal who thinks I’m the guy that can’t do the math.
Nice job sparky. You fucked up and I catch the shit. Swell. Just fucking swell.
Can we just put an auto-direct to the current mini-rant thread? 