I had to get my car fixed this week, HAD to, because it would no longer start. Total cost of repairs - six hundred dollars. But at least I have a steady job now, right? My paycheck’s coming next Thursday. I’ll scrape by somehow.
So I get to work. Turns out my cash register was short by fifty dollars last night. I wasn’t the only person using it, and it could have been a mistake, and nobody knows what happened, but dammit, I was on it from eleven to six, so it’s my register and my problem. Also, I cleaned the bathrooms (two hours before we closed), and now there’s some weird graffiti on the men’s room wall that may or may not have anything to do with the man who owns the bagel shop. But he certainly thinks it does. Long story short, I got sent home while they sort things out. No one’s blaming me, or accusing me, no one’s pointing any fingers or anything. They just don’t want me at work today. Or possibly tomorrow. We’ll have to see about next week.
For fuck’s sake, just fire me if you’re going to, and don’t tell me that no one’s pointing any fingers when you won’t let me near the cash register! And for the love of God, if you don’t want me to come in the store, you need to say it BEFORE I GET IN THE STORE, instead of letting me suffer through the most awkward hour of my life before you ask me to leave. I don’t particularly enjoy being upset in front of my coworkers.
Right. Time to start skimming the want ads… again…
To the three of you that sit in my general area: Your fucking ring tones are fucking annoying, distracting, and frankly disruptive. Every time it’s your fucking kids calling you! The fuck? They KNOW you’re at work! Why can’t they call you on your work phone?
Moreover, you have a responsibility that if you anticipate your kids are going to call with your stoopid fucking annoying, distracting, disruptive mutha fuckin’ RING TONE then be a fucking grown up and put the goddamn thing on vibrate! And then, when you come back to your office, check your mutha fuckin’ phone to see if anyone called!
At the ve.ry.fuck.ing.LEAST turn the volume down! Jeeeesus! There are more people working here than just you, you fucktards!
Doesn’t matter, because an AK won’t penetrate the side armor of a SUV driven by a clueless soccer-mom. You have to upgrade to at least an RPG. Or maybe a 20mm chain-gun. The only thing an AK is good for is cleaning up the crosswalks of 8 year olds who dawdle when crossing in front of you when school lets out.
Anyone seen those banner ads with the buzzing mosquito that won’t shut the fuck up until you click on it? God, I hate them. Some have a little box you can click that mutes the little fucker. But I still hate 'em. Hate hate hate.
I’m guessing this was a mother-daughter pair, each with her own cart, walking – no, make that strolling, crawling – through the aisles with their carts FUCKING abreast.
Hmmm. Let me rephrase that. With their FUCKING carts side-by-side.
They creep along at little-old-lady pace, chatting and comparing the unit price of cans of green beans, completely blocking the aisle. When I realize the nature of the obstacle I’m facing, I whip my cart around head to baking supplies, pick up what I need, and head toward the pasta and rice… AND THERE THEY ARE AGAIN! GAAAAAA!
I spent the whole damn time dodging these two, who were totally oblivious to the consternation they were creating.
I hate our City Council. A few years ago a Special Local Option Sales Tax was passed to build, among other things, an ice skating rink. The rink in the Civic Center is not often available to the public or to the hockey clubs because of other commitments. The money is in the bank. The Civic Center manager produced information showing that the rink would not be a drain on city coffers, but would actually produce revenue. The owner of the local hockey team offered to put up $200,000 to cover it if it didn’t pay for itself. They still won’t build it, and they won’t give a reason why. The City Manager (who is overcompensated and underqualified) just says that “now isn’t a good time”.
Look, guys. You work for the voters, remember? We asked for it, we paid for it, now build it!
I have a boil in the Worst Possible Place. I got it lanced yesterday, but the doctor wasn’t able to get much pus out of it. So now I’m sitting on one cheek, with towels spread on my chair and my couch. Even if the doc couldn’t get much crud out, it IS draining today. I have given up trying to get my husband to bandage it properly…fortunately, a maxipad works pretty well to collect most of the drainage. I’m on antibiotics now, and so of course I’m developing a really vigorous yeast infection.
On the upside, the doc gave me some Darvocet, which takes care of almost all of my pain. And almost all of my worries, too, as long as I don’t have to actually, you know, think or make rational decisions or drive.
I’ve been waiting for a tiny rants thread. I thought I was going to have to post a tiny rants thread myself, mine being that no one else would post one.
To all of you tourist-types who can’t read: Platter=fries and coleslaw. It says so on the sign, you know, the one that’s SIX INCHES TO YOUR RIGHT?! Learn to read, for Christ’s sake!
Tell me about the garbage can being full before it’s overflowing and there are trays galore covered in trash and food rotting in the heat. I would appreciate it.
Quit ordering milkshakes! God, if you knew how much of a bitch they are to make, you wouldn’t consider it. I have bruises on my arms from opening ice cream containers, my hands look and feel like I have arthritis, and there’s milkshake on the ceiling. P.S. I wouldn’t recommend a shake made from an ice cream with chunks or flakes or bits or chips in it. They don’t go through the straw.
Yes, I realize there’s one TV in the house and that your TV time is your “relaxation time”, but there’s also only one computer and my computer time is MY relaxation time. YOU sit on your ass all day at work, whereas I sit for maybe 15 minutes and stand for the remaining 7 hrs 45 mins. Who decided your time is more important than mine? The mouse and keyboard clicking are not “too loud”, you’re just being a bitch because you don’t like me and you resent me because Daddy likes me more than he likes you. Okay, that rant is not tiny, I could start a Pit thread on it myself. Whatev.
I hate to interrupt a perfectly cleansing bitch and moan thread, but if this is a pilonidal cyst and it recurs, Iodex and a heating pad overnight works wonders to clear it up butt - get it??? har har - quick.
Poopyhead. :mad:
Now for my rant: Will someone please, I mean pretty please, make a sleeping pill that will actually cure my ever-present insomnia? That is all. Thank you.
Snapped an anterior cruciate ligament 3 weeks back playing squash. So no more squash or biking for about a whole fucking year.
Peeved irked and irritated. Damn you ACL why the hell did you have to go and pop on me eh? And lefty ACL don’t even think it.
Damn you impatient cancer patients (har!)!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know…“I want chemo NOW!” “I want a bone marrow transplant!” Whine, whine, whine. It’s always about YOU, isn’t it?! Yeah, well, some of us here in the lab were trying to have a conversation, thank you! What about OUR needs?! Oh, no, that never comes up. You just expect me to cut my precious break time short just so I can tell you a few minutes sooner if you’re going to live or die! Well, guess what?! I don’t care!!
The above post was made entirely (well, mostly) in jest. All of our patients get tested in a very timely manner, and nobody’s test results are held up by my breaks. Still, it’s fun to complain about, just to see the looks on peoples’ faces.
It’s not a pilonidal cyst. My husband had one of those, and I got to clean and dress it several times a day. No, mine is just an ordinary (but large) boil, in an inconvenient place. It’s getting better, thanks to the lancing, draining, and antibiotics.
When stocking the dog food section, please be advised that Alpo’s Beef Cuts are totally different than their Beef Slices. So stop fucking filling both spots up with Cuts! I’m tired of un-stocking this shit every morning.
While you’re at it, what the hell made you think that cat food of any variety went in the dog food aisle? What’s that you say? Reading is hard? Then just look at the fucking pictures! See? This one has a picture of a little kittie and all the rest of them have little doggies on them.
GHHAAAHH!!
