My family sees nothing wrong with asking me to socialize with a step-son that cost me $33,000 in “fees” to the state because of his wrongdoing. I would say that is pretty unreasonable. I think they are fools for socializing with his to start with. I just stay away - very far away…
That could be me! Except the “being a customer service representative” part – I could never do that. You don’t get the conversational clues you get with face to face contact, and have too short a time to understand vis a vis email. Plus bad connections, remembering what you should say to leave a short voicemail, etc…
I was IMing with a girl who sort of liked me, and she was asking why I didn’t call her cell more, and I said I sort of had a phobia about talking on the phone. Then, 5 minutes later, I told her I had just successfully made reservations for an online gathering over the phone… :smack:
That word… I do not think it means what you think it means. She is dependent, not codependent. Codependent is more like someone who needs to take care of needy people. People who need somebody to depend on them. In this relationship, you would be the codependent one, because you’re the caregiver. Mind you I’m not saying you’re actually codependent, just that the dynamic, as I understand it*, is sort of reverse of how you’re using the term.
*feel free, someone, to fight my ignorance if I’m wrong here.
Sadly, no.
However, if you want pictures of the giant vulture costume that also graced my server room (and whose head also occasionally graced the reception area), PM me and I’ll give you the links 
You are correct. I was thinking of a cod pendant I’m considering buying her (she likes to fish), and I got confused.
Certainly a mistake any of us could have made–indeed probably have made.
Whoosh!
She wrote an article or two, I recommended her for a vacancy on the board she made a few meetings, talked down about the people, quickly faded off the scene.
As the stepson didn’t really live there, the soloflex was really for the them and they used the sons name to tweak my sympathy.
I still have the soloflex (20plus years) but I asked the guy next door, Scary, if he would store it in his house for me (is that unreasonable?) and in return I’m letting him use it, (yes its still in use) 
who/where is the whoosh?
When I was working as an ESL teacher back in Seoul, there was a lot of tension between the instructors and the administration. We had arguments over holidays, teaching methods, break time lengths . . . everything down to the color of our socks (well, not really, but it came close). Because I was the only bilingual person on the staff, I ended up translating for every issue whether I was directly invovled or not. So one day our Assistant Director calls me into her office and proceeds to reveal that she is actually insane:
AD: You really should stop taking sides, you know.
Me: Taking sides? On what?
AD: On everything. Whenever we ask you to translate, you take the teachers’ side.
Me: Well, I’m sorry, but I hope you realize that I am a teacher as well. You didn’t hire me as a translator.
AD: Why are you helping the foreigners?
Me: [long pause, as I try to understand the implications of the question] . . . what?
AD: That won’t get you anywhere, you know. Those white people, they pretend to be your friend so they can use you when they need you, but in the end they’ll stab you in the back.
Me: [jaw drops] Erm. . .
AD: It’s always your own people who help you in the end. [takes on a motherly tone] I hope you remember that when you move to the US. Stick to the Koreans, they’re the only ones you can trust.
Me: [afraid to move lest my brain explode] I see. Yes, I’ll try to remember.
AD: We just hope you’ll help us from now on. Talk to the foreign teachers, and try to help them see that things work differently in Korea. They’ll listen to you.
Me: I’ll . . . do my best. [staggers quickly out of office in case such stupidity is contagious]
So, basically she wanted me to stop “taking sides” with the foreigners against my own people. :rolleyes: From her tone of voice you’d have thought I was working as a whore selling government secrets to Japan during WWII.
HazelNutCoffee, that really is jaw-dropping stupidity. But please tell me you’re Korean, otherwise it becomes face-dropping stupidity.
Oh, yeah, I’m 100% unadulterated Korean. The above really makes no sense if I weren’t. I mean, not that it makes much sense to begin with. The thing that angered me most about the whole thing (apart from the blatant racism) was the fact that Korean Americans like myself are treated as outsiders most of the time, but in situations like these we suddenly are expected to be loyal to “our people.” I think telling someone they owe you a favor after treating them like shit falls under “unreasonable request.” Talk about pretending to be your friend and stabbing you in the back. The irony of the whole thing still makes me gag.
I chose our wedding date to be April 2nd. It was my grandparents wedding date and they stayed married until my grandfather died. I had always assumed he would be the one to walk me down the aisle. So there was MUCH sentimentality with the date we chose.
My husbands uncle was going on vacation with his best friend IN HIS PRIVATE JET, to his PRIVATE ISLAND and asked us to move our wedding date because they weren’t flying in until 11am.
I caught no end of flack over this and was pretty much told I don’t give a crap about anyone because I wouldn’t move the date, because evidently it is easier for me to reschedule florists, photographers, locations, clergy, order new invitations, change flights, etc. than it would be for said uncle to say “Hey, Bob, can we leave an hour earlier? I got a wedding I need to attend.”
For the record, our wedding was at noon, the reception was from 1-4 and the uncle never showed up. The reception was 10 minutes from his house and maybe 20 minutes from the airport.
Then again, this is the same guy that charged rent to his father to live in one small bedroom. Even though the father had paid over $400,000 for the lot the house was sitting on. And paying for maid service, and paid their childrens tuition and paid off all their credit cards, and supported and paid his way through medical school.
I’m curious – how do you spend any more than a minute or two in the company of someone like that without accidentally stabbing them in the testicles with a meat fork?
For me, there would have been a well-used ladle around at all times too.
Funny, I was just in another thread which had a link to the SDMB frappr map. It has thumbnails of Dopers on the left, and I saw one and said “Wow, who’s the babe?”
Gosh, you’re cute.
Can you tell me where that thread is? Thanks.
Here. Follow the link in post 5.
That’s pretty cool! I added myself.
I once had a friend who called me while I was at work, sobbing that she was going to kill herself. Even though I was the only manager on duty I left and tracked her down to drag her to the hospital. I took a bag of white powder from her and took her to the emergency room since I thought she had just snorted a bunch of cocaine. I gave the bag to the emergency nurses who somehow determined that what was inside was aspirin. She was faking drug abuse for attention! When they figured it out she was committed to a psych ward for several hours. About 2 weeks later she called me and asked me to come over because she had something for me. When I got there she gave me a bill for over $9000 for the time she spent in the hospital since I was the one who made her go I should pay for it right? That is the last time I spoke to her.