I had to take some papers home from the office, but my bag was too small.
My girlfriend canceled on me, and I am drinking alone tonight.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
Not a good day.
My stepchildren’s mother is about to die, so we are having major household upheaval as the girl-child and her dog prepare to move in. Everyone is sad and/or hating everyone else.
Jeez, and some of y’all have problems just as bad or worse! Hang in there, guys.
Would it help to talk about it?
It was raining hard while I was waiting for the bus this morning. My clothes and shoes are wet, and I am uncomfortable.
Went back to sleep after I turned off the alarm this morning, and left for work later than usual, so got into heavy traffic and arrived at work half an hour later than usual. Not a problem at work because my hours are somewhat flexible, but this sleep deprivation and long commute thing is not good. If I could find a job closer to home I so would.
And I am so very sorry for all those in pain and losing loved ones.
Does that offer make him an asshole? There may be a detail you’re leaving out, but from what you described, you proposed a sexual relationship and he was clear about the boundaries he needed to set with regard to one.
Anyway, my thing is picayune (the day is young), but after working until very late last night I had intended to get up at 10:30 to go to a protest. But one of my clients called me at 9:30 (waking me up) with a rush for later this morning. No sleep for me! makes coffee
This had me on the floor. Good show.
My wife is giving me the silent treatment because I asked my dead-beat step-son to move out. It’s been 4 months of dope and TV, waiting for him to go to his Dad’s house “as soon as I clear up a few things”.
Yes he is depressed. He has used the people around him for so long they no longer want anything to do with him and he can’t be bothered to work at a job or at life. That would make anyone sad. Perhaps I am too insensitive to see how laying in front of the TV, stoned, is helping the situation but the deal was “a few weeeks”. It’s been four months.
Just got the call from the vet. Our 15 year old kitty has end-stage renal disease. I’m on the way to join my fiancee at the animal hospital to have her put to sleep.
Warm and supportive thoughts to everyone having a craptastic time right now.
I’m still sick. 
I see that it could be worse.
Welcome to the boards. I’m sorry to hear about your cat. I remember the day I had to do the same for my cat Whitey was the worst day of my life so far.
(happened yesterday)
I had a nightmare about Obama getting me laid off.
Nearly two years of my wife and I trying to conceive, and other than a miscarriage, no signs of life. I was listening to a radio drama this morning during which a lady gave birth. I found myself welling up. Sucks.
I woke up this morning to hear that the lady who I was subbing for wanted to go back into work today (her dad died so she took time off). I’m glad she’s back in, but that little extra money would have been nice for someone who’s unemployed and getting screwed by the medical insurance.
Also, my roommate invited his GF over I noticed this morning. Now I’m feeling lonely and jealous and kinda hopeless. Doesn’t help she’s damned cute and the fact he invited her over means his boss is likely cutting corners as far as staff (but that’s not today, so ignore it).
Last night, after we were closed, one of our customers left an angry voicemail because he couldn’t log onto the website. He left no phone # or any identifying information whatsoever, other than his first name, Jim. I can’t look up his information with only a first name. Caller ID says “Number Unavailable”. I just got back from lunch, and he left another voicemail, angrier than the first, demanding that someone call him back NOW. He still didn’t leave his phone number. Boy, I just can’t wait until Jim calls back.
Oh, gosh. I was sad all day and now I’m sadder. I’m sorry about all your troubles, Dopers. (Smeghead, I feel especially bad for you-my sympathies )… My complaint is so small and stupid. Today’s complaint, that is. Our ginormous aquarium went bad. Mr. Salinqmind and I did an emergency water change, but the whole house smells like a backed up sewer line. We have a 17 year old plecostomus in there, big enough to fillet and eat, that’s the main culprit. He’s going to outlive us.
I drove for 50 minutes in the pouring rain to a going-away party for a man I used to work with. It was supposed to be at 11:30. I waited until noon and drove home - in the rain. When I got here there was a message on my machine asking where I was - the message was at 12:22.
I checked the email to see if I had made a mistake - even though I knew I hadn’t the former boss called yesterday to tell me he had to be there by 11:30 so that he had time to eat and be back by 1:00. But I checked anyway.
No, the time was 11:30 and the place was right. Apparently the guy going away got to chatting with people who couldn’t make it and they forgot me.
Even 9 hours later I am still angry. I would have preferred they excluded me rather than waste my time - I have plenty to do here, I didn’t need to drive there.
No specific bad thing happened today, but I’m venting anyway. I’m depressed right now, and am having a hard time getting my mind off it. And it’s been raining all day, so I couldn’t go for a walk in the sun and fresh air, which would’ve helped things. At least I’m here alone right now, where I don’t feel the need to put on a happy face.
The Colorado legislature cut $300 million in funding for higher education from the budget for next fiscal year. At my particular community college, our share of that cut amounts to losing about 62% of our state funding.
I’m scared to death.
I understand the need to set boundaries in a relationship, and I was glad he was honest about what he wanted. The thing is, we had a little bit of a connection (or so I thought) that went beyond simple attraction; we enjoyed spending time with and confiding in each other. I actually wasn’t the one who proposed a relationship, though he knew I liked him; he pretty much took me aside and said that if I wanted, he could “teach me certain things” suggestive eyebrow waggle, and that I would enjoy myself if I took him up on his offer.
My first thought upon his offer was not “Damn, that’s hot”, but “Wow, that’s all you think of me? I must not have made as good an impression on you as I thought.” I realize he wasn’t trying to hurt me, but it just gave me the impression that the “connection” we had was no more than smoke and mirrors.