Let this be a lesson to everyone. My naggin’ works! 
CONGRATS ON THE A HAZE!!!
swampy, rest assured I could not have done it without your nagging. I’d probably STILL be working on the damned thing if it weren’t for that!
well, I think Haze has proven the only way to do well in grad school is to debauche your way thru. Who knew? 
Congratulations!
Boo on no water for Li-Li
Myndy - was that email written by an early 20th century Italian immigrant?
That is one cool woodworking toy!
taxi - holy crap! someone went and built Jabba’s barge! $20K seemed like a bargain for the thing until I saw the scale (there’s a pic with a guy peaking out the top - I’m surprised he wasn’t wearing some knock-off Jedi garb)
Time for a Mike’s, then off to bed.
Obviously you owe your mark to all of us. Congratulations!
The water’s back on. We’re going to fill buckets tonight, and complain to the landlady tomorrow. It was only off for six hours, but they were six hours with no warning. Bah.
I think I’m going to have a bath.
Congratulations on the “A”, Haze!!!
Congrats Nava and Rosie!!
Those of you with the sick can keep it - we have people dropping like flys here at work with it! I really really don’t want it fankyouverymuch!
I am totally unpacked
I now just need a mattress for the guest bedroom and a desk for my office and CasaEms will be ready for visitors.
CONGRATS ON YOUR “A,” HAZE!!
Ooh, all these lovely purple letters for me? Thank you so much! 
Sorry to keep burdening y’all with my drama. I just got off the phone from talking to That Guy, who basically called to tell me that Saturday night was a huge mistake and that he was sorry that he treated me badly and that he thought he was unhappy in his relationship but he wasn’t etc, etc, but that he still wanted to be on good terms. I would like to be on good terms with him as well, but only because I have no choice, as we’re working together and we have mutual friends, Plus we get along well enough as long as we’re not sleeping with each other. :rolleyes: I still feel incredibly used (so what was I, some kind of personal experiment for him? A test of faith?) but what’s done is done. He’s learned that he really loves his girlfriend, and I’ve learned that letting a guy walk all over me leads to no good. So we’ve both learned something, I suppose.
I didn’t tell him this - perhaps I should have - but the reason why I feel so strongly about ending it this time around (as opposed to last time, when I felt like I had no closure) was the whole Scottish Darling key fiasco. I absolutely hated myself for putting her through all that mess simply because of a guy who doesn’t deserve the time of day. I still haven’t forgiven myself for that. I cannot believe I hurt someone I sincerely care for, all in a moment of drunken lust. I suppose it never occured to me that what we were doing would affect anyone outside of ourselves (and his girlfriend, perhaps). I feel terrible that that’s what it took to give me a wake-up call, but what’s done is done, and I have to learn from it and move on.
So, that’s that. It still hurts, but it’s also somewhat a relief to think of it as finally over.
I think it’s really important to focus on your friends like you’re doing, Hank. They’re likely to be around (even if only by e-mail) a lot longer than THAT guy.
I had a nap, and yet, I’m sleepy. Gonna crawl back into bed with my book and see if I can fall asleep again.
It rained some more! Yay!
Nighty night.
GT
haze - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, everyone gets to do things that were dumb and/or mistakes and usually if a friend got mistreated, and they’ll sit down and have tea with you after, that means it’s gonna be ok, and it’s a lesson you learned.
I agree, that bear needs some credit on your A, but I think we ALL get a sub-credit as well.
Anyway, just got in. Wife and I went to Ikea and got one of those under the bed drawers, since we have so much [del]crap[/del] stuff, we need one. I really think it’s only going to turn into a hiding place for one of the cats, but it’s what I do -humor the Wife.
Haze, WOOOOOOO on the A!!! And let me tell you–my boyfriend in college not only forgot to tell me that he had a fiance back home, but he also slept with my four … yes, four closest friends. It’s a hard lesson to learn, but it looks like you learned it. But, of course, feel free to e-mail me if you want to bitch. I can make it sound like nothing.
Yay BioRosie!! You never realize how much you want to walk until you can’t. I figured that out during the Tailbone Incident.
And you know what? I noticed it was rainy and stuff, but thanks to something Mama Tigs said, I went and looked it up … and whaddaya know? We missed an entire tropical storm! We should turn on the TV or read the news sometime, huh?
We’ve had a sudden reversal of funds here at the Bell Tower. Remember Roomie’s severance pay? They took it back. Which meant I had to scramble to cancel the autopay on most of our bills, and we’re still in the hole because some of them went through before the funds were withdrawn again. If it were my former company, I’d throw a holy hell fit and make sure everybody in payroll and HR knew my name before the day was out, but Roomie assures me that she spent two years explaining to their clients why they couldn’t give money back and nobody was going to listen to her. I’m still pissed. We had to go to the mall and return the celebratory clothes we bought yesterday because we could no longer afford them. And then something occurred to us–with all the crap we’ve been through this year, we had not once gotten good and plastered. So, when we got home from the mall, we set our hearts on drinking away our troubles.
Then we remembered pretty quick that we don’t drink much because we don’t like to drink. I had five glasses of champagne (leftover from my birthday) about seven hours ago, and my head still hurts. Grr.
Ok, I’m home, I’m beat, and the cat puked on the computer desk. Oh the cat just lept on my arm, and clawed me.
Congrats Haze!!! An ‘A’ and getting rid or dolt boy. Remember, unlike some middle age guys, I’m single.
Yay, BioRosie! Soon you can walk and get your own BLT!
LiLi, that sucks.
Sorry about that, Drae. Maybe you can pimp Winchester for some cash?
Hmmm…so this is the good ol’ MMP, huh? Haven’t been by here in a while.
I’ll start out with a: Congratulations, HazelNutCoffee!
This has been my most productive Monday in some time. I had my eye exam*, got my FMLA paperwork mailed to me (why they couldn’t just give it to me is beyond me…), scheduled an appointment to take my car in for a bodywork estimate, paid my electric bill, tried to pay my phone bill and found out I actually already paid it last week, went grocery shopping and filled out my benefits enrollment stuff. I may actually get everything that I need done finished up and over with.
The only thing I didn’t do was empty the dishwasher and put in the dirty dishes cluttering up the sink.
*Except I won’t actually get the new glasses until “about two weeks” sighs Which means I won’t get 'em until after my surgery.
Guess what? You get to be welcomed by a genniune durnk post.
Okay, I’m not that drunk. Maybe a tiny bit, ah, elevated, so to speak.
Hey, I deserve a break here.
It’s really evil of me, but I feel a tiny bit smug that I got a better grade than That Guy on my thesis. 
I forgot to mention something silly about the whole conversation with That Guy. Yesterday I was pouring my heart out to one of our mutual friends, who was telling me that whatever happened wasn’t because I was doing something wrong and wasn’t enough or whatever, but it was just that at this point, nothing was going to make That Guy leave his girlfriend. “Not even a model” was the expression he used. And today bascially That Guy repeated almost word for word what our friend had said to me, even using the exact same expression. I was amused and a bit angry that he couldn’t come up with his own words, but I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, so when I met our friend again today I asked him about it.
Me: Er, so did you talk with ---- yesterday?
Friend: Sure. After I talked to you. Why?
Me: <bursts out laughing>
Friend: What? What is it?
Me: Did you write him a script of what he should say to me?
Friend: What? . . . Oh. No. No, he didn’t.
Me: <nods because is laughing too hard to speak>
Friend: Jeeeeesus Christ. Fucking coward. What an asshole.
Aaaaaaaand that sums it up, doesn’t it?
I know I’m okay when I can laugh.
Drae, yeeesh. I’ll have to get that story from you sometime. At least That Guy never lied to me about the fact he had an SO.
:: trips off to bed ::
Yay for the A, Haze!
Drae, it seems to me that the Dept of Labor might be interested in Roomie’s former employer’s shenanigans. Or your state’s Wage and Hours Board? If nothing else, for the satisfaction of it, and so that they have a complaint file. The gubmint can make itself useful once in a while. What else are taxes for?
Yay, BioRosie!
Hell yeah. You also deserve a kickass celebration.
I just wanted to say that I have profound respect for liberal arts scholars who rise to your level, Hazel. I mean, everyone knows that engineering or physical science students who make it to the level of a master’s degree have to be extremely focused on their work in a way that humanities students are usually assumed not to be. But I think I can dimly understand the the dedication that must have been driving your efforts, for after decades of reading literature I feel that I finally have begun to comprehend some of the interesting threads of style and plot that you guys are on about. Never once, in university, did I consider becoming a grad student in English, but now if I could I would want to develop a thesis on English humor, for I see commonalities all the way from P.G. Wodehouse to Douglas Adams and beyond.
Morning all! on behalf of the Asio-European Contingent, I hereby declare Tuesday Morning open! (**Nava **and **BooFae **aren’t lazy, they’re just an hour behind me :D)
I’m multi-tasking this morning!! (Doping and Caffeinating all at once.)
YAy on the A, H[COLOR=Red]Aze[/color]!!
And on seeing That Guy’s true colors, coming through loud and clear. Lesson learned. No permanent damage done. You’ll be fine
**Draelin **-- :eek:!!
Me, well, no phone calls at night, so I guess the installation went OK. OTOH no mail in my inbox either, so I’m still not officially relaxed yet… that should happen within the next hour or so, hopefully.
Later, people. Sweet dreams all you American late risers
Haze, CONGRATULATIONS on the A!!! Great job!! Teaching at a community college sounds fun. I hope you enjoy it.
Special, my English is not so good, despite the fact that it’s the only language I know.
brendon, welcome to the MMP!
Mork, is that e-mail for real?
rosie, congrats on the mobility progress.
Jahdra, I don’t get why telling the recruiter your e-mail address as your name would help you determine if there was a real job or not. I must have missed something. I’m glad there turned out to be a job at a company you want to work for. How’s the cold? Are you feeling better?
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Li-li**, all that throwing up sounds awful. But I’m not sure what to say about it. Feel better soon? You sound pretty upbeat given all that’s happening.
roo, that really was unclear, wasn’t it? I tend to skip important information when I’m sick. My point was to find out whether or not the recruiter was actually interested in me enough to pay attention to how to spell my name properly. It’s one of the not-so-nice impulses I have sometimes, to test whether or not someone’s paying attention, or if they’re detail oriented. It’s a nasty, passive-aggressive thing to do, which I should have outgrown by now, but I didn’t feel well, and I tend to regress when I don’t feel well. I stop being conscious, and then all those bad habits come creeping back. I should have waited and called him back in the afternoon, instead.
I’m feeling better now. Wide awake from sleeping most of the day, but I should probably get back to bed.