Huh. Our library has current textbooks “on reserve” when profs request it; almost all of them do. You can check them out for like 2 hours at a time and leave collateral. I was under the impression that this was common. Weird.
My friend, you are on an on ramp to a highway on which people are going 55 mph to 65 mph. You’ll be joining them in a few hundred yards. Would you please consider going faster than 30 mph?! You see, I’m behind you and, when you merge onto the ramp, I’ll be stuck between you and the guy who was half a mile behind you, but who’s catching up fast because he’s going the speed limit, while you’re going just over half of it. I understand being timid about merging, but doing it slowly doesn’t help!
See above comment about theft. It will happen. It’s cost prohibitive to keep replacing them.
Well, ours aren’t supposed to leave the library, and I’m pretty sure they’d set the alarms off if someone tried to take off with them. Not trying to argue with you or anything. 
Whatevs.
Thought of another couple on my drive this evening - people who stop so short of the light that they don’t trigger the sensor, and pedestrians who cross after their walk light is well over and stop people from making a legal right turn which prevents me from going straight through on my green light until it turns red because I’m stuck behind the right turner who is waiting for your illegal ass. Jerk. Oh, you were scuffling kinda quickly because you knew what you were doing was illegal and jerky - that makes it better. I am so goddamn sick of driving in this city. Another downside of a booming city - every jerk from everywhere moves here and tries to drive exactly like they’re used to driving.
Ingrown toenail on my big toe! Why do socks have those seams on the toe? They hit right were it hurts!
My upstairs neighbor’s alarm is so loud it wakes me up.
I’ve never lived next to people so organically loud. I don’t think there’s anything they do quietly. (They finally have turned down their music because I’ve twice bitched to them directly, then to the resident manager, then to the complex owner.) They slam their door. They slam the outside door and then stomp down the back stairs. They slam their dresser drawers. They slam their closet door. They have a weird loud vacuum thing they run in fits and starts. Everything they do is loud!
We had this too. I went to Santa Cruz, maybe it’s a UC thing?
I’m annoyed at my fifth graders today. But only because I didn’t have seventh grade today. Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be annoyed at them again. Only two and a half more months until school is out and then I will flyyyyyy back to America to eat burritoes and go to the library and get all the books and also the avocadoes and oh I’m getting a new computer and I won’t have to teach unruly children anymore YAY!
They keep those under Dewey 634?
CW just showed a spoiler for a show that is being broadcast right this minute. :dubious: They showed the last scene from today’s episode; all the girls crying and hugging someone in the middle. Obviously the girl who’s about to get cut today. I got a good look at the girls doing the hugging - so they’re not getting eliminated today. Nice to know, CW.
Seriously, WTF?
You mean you are giving up teaching? What are you going to do instead?
For my rant, I would really, really, really like whatever it is I have to go away. It started slowly last Monday, and I have been miserable pretty much constantly since. AND I WANT TO GET A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP AGAIN!!!
Talk to me like a human freaking being. I don’t need to hear you joke about how the Army would not be able to handle you. I don’t need to hear you cuss at me because I am offering your child a fully paid college education. Your child is not too smart for the Army. That is frigging insulting to me. (I had a degree in Psychology when I enlisted with a 2.8 GPA) We don’t have a genius cap where you will be disqualified for being too smart. We don’t have a disqualification for people who have plans in their life that don’t include the Army right now. In fact, we **need ** people who are smarter than the rest.
For my supervisor, I am trying to put people in the Army. I am working hard to do that. Acknowledge my successes. Don’t threaten me for not being above my goals. Do that often enough and I will have to lie to you. Never to the applicant. I swore to myself that I would never do that.
SSG Schwartz
I just want to express my thanks for that last part. Keep up the good work. And don’t let the bastards get you down.
I get that Equipoise likes Happy Rhodes. I think everyone in CS gets that Equipoise likes Happy Rhodes. I’m surprised she wasn’t in the latest “Blues” thread saying “You know who sings the Blues best? Happy Rhodes!”
It makes me want to not listen to Happy Rhodes, frankly. Which is sad, 'cos I like Tori & KaTe and all sorts of singing women, but I dunno, I got the same gut reaction as I do to JWs - “What’s wrong with your God you gotta push so hard?”
I mean that my Peace Corps service ends July 1 and then I am FREEEEEEE. I’m going to grad school in the fall.
The secretary at my school (the one who previously corrected my pronounciation of the word “Arizona”), just came into the teachers’ room, where I’m sitting at the moment, and said something nonsensical to me.
Me: What?
Her: I’m speaking English and you don’t understand it.
Me: Maybe you think you’re speaking English, but that didn’t mean anything.
Her: You don’t understand because you’re American, not English. Markova understands, right?
Markova: <says nothing>
(Markova is the high school English teacher here and her English is abominable.)
I am SO fucking tired of Bulgarians, who don’t even SPEAK English, tell me what I do and don’t know because I’m not actually English. They have no clue at ALL what they’re talking about, and yet practically every time I tell a Bulgarian I’m an English teacher, they make some derogatory comment about how “American” is different from “English”. STFU, YOU DON’T EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH! Not everyone is from the Balkans, you know! Just because Macedonians and Bulgarians refuse to admit they’re speaking the same language doesn’t mean that everyone in the world is a crazy language splitter.
How Not to Get Help from the Desk Monkey
- Come up to the desk out of breath and ask to see the gasp wheeze
- Reply to the quizzical look with the oh-so-specific “Famous Historical Figure stuff.”
- Reply to that quizzical look with a random name.
- Hit the desk between each reply.
Don’t give me that look. I’m not the idiot here.
Kyla, I think at that point I would start telling her to speak American to me. 
My nervous habit of nibbling at my lips and cheeks and fingertips is really getting out of control lately. My head and jaws ache, my teeth feel like they’re being pushed out of place, and I have a constant case of cottonmouth because moisture doesn’t seem to adhere to the gnawed inner surfaces of my mouth. I stop when I concentrate on it, but a few minutes later I’m at it again. I think I need a fucking pacifier just so I can rest my face!
OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM GOING TO SET FIRES IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES
When you wander your slack ass up to the desk and I tell you that the department is closing in ten minutes, THAT IS A HINT. It means “there’s no way in hell that you’re going to get anything done in the next ten minutes.” Also, when I ask if you’ve filled out a registration form and you say yes, please note that yes /= no. I can tell you lied a lie with your lying mouth when you said “You have to fill out a form just to come in here?” If you’re coming in to work on your artifact project, yes. You would know that had you actually FILLED OUT THE FORM.
Your paper is due Monday, isn’t it? Fuck off and fail.
Fucker on the bus:
I should have fucking known that you were digging in my backpack as we waited in line to exit. I could feel tugging. I should have just spun around and confronted you, but I just didn’t.
Feeling suspicious, I checked my pack a couple of minutes later and lo, a pocket was open.
Well…I hope you’re real satisfied with my crusty mascara and 99-cent eyeliner, sir. That’s right, that was my makeup bag you took. I have to buy more makeup? Oh noes! You didn’t even get my good foundation. Tsk. I’m also not sure Viva Glam is your color.
I will purchase more makeup. You will continue to be a thieving shit-for-brains. I win.