Women’s clothes! :mad::mad::mad:
Not only are they expensive, randomly sized, and oddly proportioned, but they’re frequently of shit quality. I’m a calm and gentle person, but after twenty minutes of clothes shopping I thirst to shed human blood.
Here in the Great White North, Mountain Dew does not have caffeine. If you are in the US, however, it has A LOT of caffiene. Caffiene + kids = no sleep.
I’m especially put out because it’s actually a very pretty blouse and it otherwise looks great on me…very demure and elegant. And now I ruin the effect by having all these spots on it, argh! I just found another one on the bottom hem, and there is absolutely nothing I’ve done to cause it! I didn’t spill anything on myself, I haven’t eaten anything, I haven’t touched anything…I’m just sitting here at my desk and typing. What the hell?!
Seriously? What’s the point in drinking it, then? Without caffeine it’s basically neon-colored battery acid…
What’s the diff between that and Essure? (Other than having “sure!” in their names… :rolleyes:) Or should I start a GQ thread? ::braces for wrist-slapping::
I autopilot type all the time, sometimes with hilarious results. Fortunately, I usually catch it.
Pretty sure that’s illegal. The entire point of Mountain Dew is to be a caffeine delivery system.
Novasure is endometrial ablation: heat or (in the case of Novasure) electricity is used to destroy the lining of the uterus. The purpose is usually to deal with heavy menstruation, with sterility as a secondary effect.
Essure is used to cause sterility and does not affect menstruation. Small structures are placed in the fallopian tubes, causing the growth of tissue to block them.
The heat index in my neighborhood yesterday was 107 degrees. At 11 o’clock at night.
Fuck you, sun.
We bought tickets online to have our picture taken with William Shatner at our local Comic Convention this year - I’m not sure what the point of doing it online was, since that meant that instead of standing in a couple of different lines for a couple of hours, we stood in a couple of different lines for a couple of hours. We had to exchange our online passes for real passes, and I’m fairly sure that people were just buying the passes in the same line that we were in - some benefit, huh?
They had us line up then go into a stadium to sit down in line (which was good, I guess), and at one point had us troop down the stairs and troop right back up the other side. For a bunch of geeks, you’d think they’d be anal enough to figure the logistics of this out.
Oh yeah, then at the end of the day, we stood in another line to find out that our pictures would be ready tomorrow - you did buy a two day pass, right? Uh, no. That one worked out okay - we came back the next day and got in for free. 
Weird. Phoenix Comicon managed to streamline it better. If you bought your pass online, you could skip the purchase line, and someone with a barcode scanner takes your pass and scans it in a bare second before you go over to stand with the celeb.
Our pictures were ready in less than an hour. :o
I mean, granted, PCC had a bare fraction of the attendance SDCC does, and sheer quantity does cause problems, but from the sound of things organization was generally just more efficient. That sucks considering SDCC is the big one.
I think our local is suffering from growing pains - it went from a modest thing to a big thing overnight, and they’re obviously still playing catch-up. I’m hoping that they’ll figure these things out - I mean, it’s a geek convention - you think they’d be all over the technology to do these things better!
And in other bitching, fridge, what the hell is up with you? First you’re too warm, now you’re too cold. I’m starting to remember why I had it set to such a warm setting - you were freezing my stuff. Oh well - we know the fridge is broken in other ways - we might have to move up our plans to replace it.
Technology to do things better (a) costs money and (b) requires that people know how to use it.
Today’s new wisdom teeth recovery experience: the runs. Each day brings a new and unpleasant surprise!
I don’t get it. All of these GI symptoms could be explained as side effects of any of the meds I’ve been prescribed, only I haven’t taken any of them! The Phenergan and Percocet are sitting untouched on my desk and I never even filled the clindamycin. Can you get vomiting and diarrhea just from thinking about these drugs? Maybe it’s some totally unrelated stomach bug.
It could be coincidence. Or it could be a delayed reaction from the Versed.
The Phenergan will stop you right up, for your information.
I’ll keep that in mind if I get desperate! It seems to be subsiding for the moment.
It could be worse: I found a blogger online who described how she had accidentally swallowed one of her gauze pads in her sleep and had to spend the next few days, er, spelunking for the remains to make sure it didn’t get stuck in her intestines. I have had a number of experiences this week but that has not been among them. 
Dearest fellow employees:
Kindly shut the everloving fuck up about how miserably hot it is downstairs with the a/c on the fritz.
Yes, it’s nearly 80 degrees in the gallery, and there’s no air moving so it’s really stuffy. It is also 80 degrees in the kitchen before I turn on any cooking implements, which I typically have to do in order to, you know, serve food. I am currently the only cafe employee, so I have been trying to cook, take orders, bus tables, and clean up by myself. In the 80+ kitchen. While you sit on your ass at a desk.
It may have escaped your notice, but the kitchen, being a renovated storage closet, lacks any heating/cooling vents. Perhaps you recall telling me to use a space heater during the winter when the kitchen was 55. Perhaps you might even recall shrugging and telling me to turn on a fan and suck it up when the kitchen first hit 80 degrees two months ago.
Much as it pains my to say this, I’m afraid I simply cannot muster any sympathy for how awful it must be for you to sit at a desk for three days in the same heat I’ve spent two months running like a maniac in. It seems to have all gone down the drain along with the sweat I’ve wrung out of my shirts and bras. All I can do at this juncture is shrug and suggest you turn on a fan, pull up your big girl panties, and suck it the fuck up.
At any rate, you will simply have to cease and desist the whining immediately. If you do not cease and desist, I will soon lose my battle to resist bludgeoning you to death. Thank you for your kind attention in this matter.
No love,
CCL
The hell with you, weather! I check the radar online to see if these random rumbles of thunder I hear mean anything. I see two thunderstorms writhing contentedly to the north and south of My Fair City with a big dry spot in between. Go on with you if you won’t bring any rain, you bastard storms.
And to hell with each and every person living in the towns that actually got rain. All the storms neatly avoid My Fair City this year.
Dear friend.
Please stop pushing me to make a decision, then get passive-aggressively angry when I don’t make the decision you want me to.
Also please stop framing choices in ways to make absolutely sure that whichever way I chose, I end up the target of blame.
DIAF.
Thank you.
I’m thinking that you are badly mistaken in the greeting line.
Heh…I’m not quite that desperate yet. 
The super-heaviness usually only lasts one day; I can typically manage it by changing frequently, but some drama in the quality department kept me away from the restroom for too long. (And sadly enough, the drama wasn’t even severe enough to warrant a post in the Workplace Rants thread…I basically just had to stand around and listen while one of the contractors bitched and moaned about how engineers do things.)