Stupid lady cutting my hair neuter your cats. It’s not cute when you tell me you don’t and then try to fob off seven week old kittens on me. They’re too young to be away from their mommy. The reason you can’t find homes for them is because there are too many morons like you who should not be allowed to ever own pets.
And I thought I was posting while I was in the middle of something else …
… at least I have my clothes on.
Growls with you.
There used to be a hippy shop in the area that had a poster on the window advertising free kittens. I went in to ask if they need help having their cats fixed…because that’s what I do…and was told that they never fixed their cats because they loved having kittens underfoot.
Pissed me off so much that I started badmouthing the shop to everyone and refused to let my friends have patches sewn on by the lady with the sewing machine. I sewed their patches on for free, while bad mouthing them.
The shop is closed now. I really hope that they got their cats fixed, because a lot of people went into the shop and said that they weren’t going to buy anything because of the free kittens.
I did have my pants off when I posted that.
Yes! I subscribe to the healthy cooking version (love), and they are constantly nagging me with this crap.
I really should look in to why it happens, but somehow I’ve also ended up with a cookbook this year that I had to pay for. I don’t recall asking for it, but it’s actually kind of nice so I’m not going to send it back.
Somebody stole my litterboxes. I leave stuff like tools and chainsaws out all the time and nobody has ever taken a thing. Yesterday was litterbox washing day, so I brought the clean ones in, dumped and bleached the used ones, left them to dry and went off to do other stuff.
I didn’t pay attention when I got home, so I don’t know if they were gone then, but this morning I went to stack them in the barn and they were gone. 6 of them. Sometimes they get blown behind the barn, but I looked everywhere and they are gone.
Who the heck steals used litterboxes? Everyone in my neighborhood knows that if they knock on my door and ask for cat help that I will happily hand out NEW stuff or tell them where to get it free/cheap.
My flabber is gasted over this.
Who in the world steals litter boxes? That’s bizarre.
I’m a little late to the party, but since this situation has been driving me nuts for a while…
I do web development work, or I’ve been trying to, as a student at the same time. I picked up some remote work where the guy who hired me (I’m technically an independent contractor) didn’t even really give me a chance to say whether or not I wanted the job. Guy is also talking shit about the woman who worked for him before. I should’ve ran like hell then and there. :smack:
Fast forward a week or two, and I’m realizing I’ll have a shitton of work for school. I tell the guy that I don’t think I can handle the job on top of my school work and everything else I have going on. Plus, as a web developer, I’ve noticed that the site is about as far as you can get from good code. The hosting company he uses is also a piece of shit, and I’ve spent at least three hours in the last week trying to deal with their screwed up system.
I’m still stuck in the damn contract for another two-and-a-half weeks, unfortunately. The guy thinks he can just call whenever the hell he wants to, when I have expressly told him that I have a very busy schedule.
He calls me yesterday, while I’m in an all-day meeting. Leaves a voicemail that says call me back, no details whatsoever on what the call is for. He emails me this morning and says “Call me.” I haven’t mentioned yet that he has no goddamn clue how to type properly, which has rapidly diminished my respect for him even further.
I try calling him on both the office and his mobile phone. No answer, and no voicemail. I email him back and say that I’m on limited minutes and that there was no voicemail option at either phone; I also that I’m extremely busy today, so could you not call me and just email me what you want?
He emails back and says I should’ve left a voicemail (which, of course, there was no fucking option for, as I stated in my email :rolleyes:) find a landline phone (…yes, my generation will definitely waste our money on having landline phones set up in temporary living situations…idiot). He’s using horrible grammar in the email, as usual. I finally give up, after about an hour of arguing with myself over whether or not to call him. I call him.
He immediately starts telling me “I’m sounding sarcastic.” I’m not even making sarcastic comments, just not in the “most cheerful, relaxed ever voice.” Dude, I just want the hell out of this job.
I, unfortunately, decide to ask him about a set of “jpeg files,” on the website. He says “Oh, those aren’t jpegs.” I immediately check the directory, and yes, they are most definitely jpegs. Dumbass has no clue what is on his site; I just decide not to start an argument about it. Then he tells me that I need to update some banner which I can’t even see on any of my browsers. I tell him as much, and he says he’s running an extremely outdated browser. I can also clearly see how he could’ve just told me all of this bs in an email, but whatever…
Oh, and the icing on the cake is that he wants to meet me to give me my last paycheck. Dude, what part of I AM BUSY do you not understand? I do not have the time to drive forty minutes away from where I’m living just to pick up something that you could easily mail. I have to ride a bus for thirty minutes just to get my car. :mad:
…that was definitely my longest post ever on here. Whoops. Uh, thanks for reading to my rant, everyone, if you have chosen to…
What part of ‘selling your soul’ do you not understand? 
Yeah, it’s amazing how some employers think they own 100% of your time when they’re paying you by the hour. Bad enough on Salary, but hourly? :dubious:
Yeah, I know. And they were used but clean ones. Who the heck steals used litter boxes? I sure hope they didn’t take them to use for litterbox cake at the office party.
I would think twice, or maybe 4 or 5 times, about meeting this guy anywhere. Something about this stinks like 3-day old Limburger cheese on a radiator. Tell him to mail it, or write it off as a lesson learned. Don’t meet him anywhere. At all.
Forgot to post this yesterday.
Went for about a 3 mile walk and decided to eat at the KFC buffet most of the way through it. Probably 15-20 people in the place.
These three white women in their 40’s get up to leave. One of them says she wants to grab some desert to take home. Her friends try to tell her she can’t do it. She won’t listen, so they walk out without her. A couple of minutes later she’s at the counter asking for a bag to take the stuff home in. Manager is pissed.
Mgr: You ordered the buffet?
Cust: Yeah, but I wanted to take some things home for later.
Mgr: You can’t take anything home with you.
Cust: Just give me a bag.
(I turn and look and she has THREE containers of food)
Mgr: That isn’t leaving the building. Throw it away.
Cust: I’m not throwing away perfectly good food!
Mgr: You paid for the buffet. You can’t take anything home with you.
Cust: I just wanted something for later!
Mgr: It’s not leaving the building.
Customer grabs the food and runs out the door screaming that she’ll never come back.
Employee in the back: Well there’s a customer who won’t come back.
Manager: Good. If she does, I’ll kick her ass out.
For the record, I’m on the manager’s side. A person in their 40’s goddamn knows well enough that you don’t pack up additional food from a buffet to take home.
snerk
I would not in a million years have predicted that. Spike has a talent. Thank you so much for sharing.
Maybe a rant: must report for jury duty this morning.
Fuck motherfucking fuckdammit shitfuck. So pissed right now.
I asked the co-worker that I went to lunch with to check her car to see if my card was there. No luck. When my expanded search was also fruitless, I asked her again to dig around and see if it was in her car, because that’s the most likely place for it. Nope, she said, not there.
She just texted me and said that they found my card while they were vacuuming out the motherfucking car. Then you DID NOT LOOK VERY FUCKING HARD FOR IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, DID YOU?!?!?
I guess I should have known better when I expexted some kind of concern or thought of putting others concerns first from a fucking self-absorbed 22 year old.
Maybe they were planning a trip to Times Square. 
My teacher smokes. She also KNOWS that due to my lung condition, and general hatred of smoking, that I can’t stand to be around smokers while they’re smoking.
So today during my class’s breaktime, I was sitting outside peacefully…and my teacher lit up a cigarette and went to sit down beside me. I got up in a huff and sat somewhere far away.
ARRGH
Kind of a rant-turned-schadenfreude:
I know two sisters who are both working as teachers in Chicago, one at a private school and one in the Chicago Public Schools system. They married very wannabe-libertarian husbands, both of whom were born into very wealthy families and didn’t have to work at all to pay for college, etc., and their husbands have very much “I got mine”-type of attitudes, along with the attitude that their headstarts in life really didn’t matter that much, and you just aren’t that motivated if you couldn’t similarly achieve like they did. Needless to say, the guys are not pro-union.
Chicago Public Schools teachers went on strike today, first time in 25 years. The CPS-teaching sister is on the picket line, her sister is cheering in support on Facebook, and of course her husband is “Like”-ing his wife’s posts and pictures. 
I suspect the private-teaching sis will arm-twist her husband into at least giving lip service support to her sis if he hasn’t already done so. I guess it’s different when it happens to your kin, eh?
You know, if your class has an instructor from the dance studio, a former ballet teacher, 8 students who have been in the class for the past year, and two more people who have multiple years of the same/very closely related style of dance, I just don’t know that you can appropriately call it a beginner class. There was one girl in the class aside from myself who had minimal to no dance experience (I have about 2 years of a radically different style, the other girl only had yoga), and to say that the two of us were confused would have been exceptionally generous.
But, I suppose that one does not expect to become proficient overnight. So I shall practice, put my best foot forward, and try not to fall over after attempting some type of spin that I couldn’t possibly pronounce.
Ugh, I had the same sort of experience with a running group…Wednesday Beginner Run the group was called. Great! Be kind of slow, plenty of support, kind of a heyhowarya when a new face shows up.
Nope. It was mostly a bunch of regulars; some seriously in-shape people. They took off at what I would estimate to be an 8-minute mile for a 4.5 mile run. Sure, they stopped at a couple crossroads and waited for us poor slow bastards to catch up…but that, folks, is not a beginner run.
Needless to say, I stayed away from that group and spent a lot of time on the trails by myself.
The Mystery of the Missing Literboxes has been solved. There are a couple of boys that live a couple of houses down the street. 5 to 7ish, I think. I can’t tell kid ages very well. But they took them to use for a fort or something in their back yard.
Their grandparents noticed the improvements today and everyone was waiting for me to come home. I had stopped at PetCo and replaced the boxes on my way home and was unloading them from the trunk when I was ambushed by 2 crying children, a very upset woman who was scolding them because I bought new ones and a man pulling his wallet out and asking for the receipt so they could hang it on the fridge so the boys would know how much they needed tp pay out of their allowances.
I suggested that I just return the new ones tomorrow, but he was pretty adament that the boys need to pay so they remember the lesson. He apologized, she apologized and the boys apologized and promised to never come in my yard again.
I actually have mixed feelings about this. I know the grandparents were trying to do the right thing and teach the boys well. It was just really uncomfortable because the boys were so upset.
But…mystery solved.
There was a funny moment though. It was when I mentioned that they weren’t storage boxes, but were used litterboxes. I had a problem not laughing at the horrified expressions on the grandparent’s face.