Good people somewhere up the management chain are the bestest thing ever.
… while squishing a slug is one of the worstest things ever.
Well, that and high school cliques.
My kitty hates me now. Apparently stuffing a cat in a cat carrier and taking her off to the vet to be poked and prodded is not something they get over easily. 
Does anyone ever look back and say they’re glad they didn’t have a social life when they were a high school senior? I mean, absent something better, like taking college courses and expanding their horizons that way? If she’s going to be out of the loop for the rest of the year, that is a problem.
I mean, we realize in retrospect that we’re not going to be keeping in touch with these people as long as we thought we would. Not addressing the additional suckitude of losing the friends a few months earlier than you otherwise would have. And anyway, my ultimate point is that we can almost always *only *realize that it’s not that big a deal in retrospect, because it’s precisely those years of experience that make it less important. For someone who’s still a teenager, it actually is earthshaking.
Ever just want to…I dunno, chew someone’s face off?
I’m getting reeaaaally tired of flaky people.
I don’t want to be chewing anyone described as flaky, unless the word “flaky” is preceded by “moist and.”
Or “buttery and …”
<Homer Simpson> Mmmmm, butter…</HS>
Well it was winter of my freshman year of college. I was living with my cousin and his wife while I was going to school full time and I had finally broken down and got a job at McDonalds. This meant I was out of the house most of my waking hours. Meanwhile, my cousin’s wife got a very smart black lab puppy as a present from her dog breeding parents. This dog really was very smart and very energetic and my cousin and his wife spent almost no time on him. So a bored, smart dog turned into a destructive, annoying dog. He could open doors and made everything his plaything. So I come home after a tough shift at McDonalds and find the dog in the living room destroying my glasses. I also find my cousin and his wife in the same room watching TV. My cousin lazily looked up and said, “Oh, he’s chewing on your glasses.”
I think that is where I would snap.
When they took me to jail, the other inmates would ask what I was in for.
“Killing two people and a dog” (long pause) “With my eyeglasses”
NO ONE would fuck with me. They start to and all I have to do is sigh, take off my glasses, stare at them for a second and say something like “Damn, there goes another pair…”
You want a mini-rant? Here’s a mini-rant for you.
Why the **ever-loving flying fuck **can no one effectively teach Proof by Induction? I’ve seen my professor in his office, scoured the internet (visited 15+ websites), went to the Math Lab in my school library, and read the textbook. The texts (website, textbook, etc.) all make mathematical leaps you’re “supposed” to know, and everyone who’s tried to explain it to me (including the professor) doesn’t really seem to grasp it themselves… they wave their hands around and hope by some miracle of God that I understand.
The professor didn’t know how to help with his own fucking homework problem. Myself and another student asked for help with it and he was obviously confused.
This is going to be a long semester.
Chimera- I about did. There were other things wrong with living with my cousin and his bitchy wife (like not letting me eat much food in the house even though I was giving them extra money for groceries) but that event really took the cake. I moved out of there at the first opportunity.
My kitty likes me again! Yay! I think the meds are working - she got her second dose today, and actually came out and played a little bit this evening. I was realizing that in 12 years, she’s never been sick or hurt before - I don’t think she knows what is happening to her, or what to do with it, hence the crouching in a corner all day.
WHAT!!!???!!!
You better just watch your step, Sparky.
And I mean that in the most innocuous, non-threatening manner possible.
…Pardon?
Grammar fail in the quoted post, bolded section. “Myself and another student” should be “Another student and I.” You’d (hopefully) never write “Myself asked for help…” which is how you can check your usage.
I’m a CompSci/Bioinformatics major… the spelling and grammar employed by my professors is hideous, so I don’t need to worry about it too much.
Do what you want on your hoity-toity college campus. Here on the SDMB, communication is the be-all/end-all (well, and kitty pix).
IME they tend to get over it in a few hours.
Case in point. A couple of nights ago I was giving mine a bath for fleas with him explaining to me in no uncertain terms how he was going to remove my spleen via my urethra.
A few hours later when he was mostly dry he came and jumped up in my lap for his bedtime rubdown. All was forgiven.