I swear to God, we have receipt gremlins in this house. I am extremely careful with receipts (mostly because this happens so frequently), make sure I put all the ones that we might need again in their little folder, so why, every time I actually need one of those receipts, is it not in there? I can’t even blame the move for this one - we bought the laptop after our move last summer. There is no way in hell I looked at THAT receipt and didn’t think to keep it. Maybe I put it somewhere special so I wouldn’t lose it. :rolleyes: at myself.
The inconsiderate ASSHOLE who was, for some reason, parked beside the dumpster downstairs at 7:30 this morning BANGING something on the edge repeatedly. :mad:
Woke me up from what I had hoped would be a lovely morning sleeping in a bit (holiday and all). I went to the window, looked out, and called down, “Dude, could you please stop banging? It’s a holiday and it’s early.” He said “Yeah” (with an attitude) but he stopped and drove off a few moments later.
Not sure if he was dumpster diving or what (looked like he had the body of a vacuum cleaner in his hands) but WTF??? What kind of rude, oblivious DICK do you have to be to not know or not care that banging something loudly on a hollow metal object at that hour might just DISTURB the people who live nearby? :smack:
It was built for our local festival, but we rent it out for the money, and because it’s there. There’s also a playground, a ballfield, a volleyball sand court, and tons of parking, albeit on grass. This time of year it’s mostly HS graduations. The jerk rented it for a 50th wedding anniversary for his grandparents. Either him or his brother is a doctor, according to their dad, and it sounded like the other two had pretty nice jobs too, so they very well could have afforded something nicer. I did tell him what it was, and his dad is local so he knows. But the way the jerk and his mom spoke to me, they would have complained if it had been a 5 star establishment.
@Cat Whisperer I’ve found the easiest way to find something that has disappeared is to no longer need it and be looking for something else. XD
You know, I found the phone manual I had lost while I was looking for the laptop receipt. I’ll have to look for something else tomorrow and see if the receipt turns up.
I think there’s something wrong with the pipes from the hotwater heater to the hall bathroom somehow. It should not take 4 minutes to get the water to warm up in a 1100 squarefoot house.
To the oblivious bitch who tossed her still burning cigarette butt into the packed sidewalk leading away from the subway station. I know it’s an addiction, but if your butt had landed ember side down on my foot instead of butt side down I’d have been chasing you inside and calling the cops instead of just saying “What the fuck” to your back. Is it really too much trouble to not throw burning things at crowds of people? Good god woman, grow a brain.
A recent incident locally: Some knucklehead is in a cell phone store and sees two guys grab a bunch of iPhones and take off running. He chases them out of the store, where he sees them jump into a car and start driving away. So this moron pulls out his licensed sidearm and starts blasting away at the car’s tires, accomplishing zero except to endanger others in the vicinity. The cops arrest him and charge him with a couple of different crimes. On the news, he’s just all bewildered hurt feelings and “I was just trying to help. Cops do this all the time.”
Dear nitwit: concealed carry doesn’t mean you can perform police actions. That’s called vigilanteism. If you’re going to carry a firearm, learn the laws about discharging said hogleg. Try to let the dim light of reason pierce that macho fog in your brain as to why it’s a bad idea to start blasting away in a populous area. Shooting out the tires? Really? Why didn’t you just try to shoot the deadly phones out of their hands like the real cowboys do?
I know I’ve ranted about this before, but it bears repeating: I really, really wish someone would explain to a certain manager here that the plural of “employee” is not “employee**’**s.”
I dreamed our office pool won the lottery and my share was $4M. I’m really pissed off it hasn’t come true yet.
I hate office pool lotteries - I feel compelled to participate, because who wants to be the asshole that didn’t pony up the week they won? Office pool lotteries can FOADIAF. Then get resurrected and dipped in hydrochloric acid, then die in another fire.
I’m glad I’m not the one asking you for two bucks for the lotto syndicate. 
(I agree btw- if you do win by the time you split it, it usually wouldn’t be enough to retire and you have to share it with people you work with).
Oh, I give them my two bucks with a smile; I just cringe inside.
Get in line.
I don’t do office lottery pools, myself; I use the Peter Ostrum method of wanting it more than any of the other people who buy tickets.
I’ll let you know when it’s your turn.
Just tell them you’ve already played using numbers left to you by your dead grandmother (who died in a fire) and you’re superstitious about playing exactly those numbers 'cause it’s the only thing she left you (except alone).
A sniffle or two while you’re saying this couldn’t hurt.
There is a guy in my office who is having several symptoms of a heart attack: chest tightness, pain in his left arm, upset stomach. This has been going on all morning. He REFUSES to take any aspirin because he is “fine,” and he doesn’t think he needs to go to the doctor/hospital. DUDE: You have a lovely wife of many years and two small kids at home. Five different people told you to take some aspirin. We all have some, even. Take the pills, or STFU. Maybe you aren’t having a heart attack, maybe you are, but if you aren’t going to do something, then stop causing a departmental panic. Quit being a jackass and worrying us all.
With friends like Israel who needs enemies? I wonder if they can maybe make Obama’s job any harder right now.
Actually, had we won, my share would have been almost exactly 4M - the total was like $120M. And I didn’t even know there was an office pool lottery until after I had been here for several months - the man who runs it does it very laid-back - which is great. He used to call i the Madoff Fund.
The air conditioning in our office broke today. I’ve tried to deal for the last three hours, but I am starting to seriously wonder if I can maintain consciousness until five o’clock.
Is THIS how far we’ve fallen? A comedy about a 15-year-old with a big dick?
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100601/ap_en_tv/us_ap_on_tv_hard_times
MTV deserves to die.
Went job-hunting again today. Only got one lead–it was a craigslist thing, and it looked a little off, but I had to try. Went there, and of course it was a stupid scam for selling knives. Typical amway bullshit. That’s obnoxious enough, seeing as they stole 3 hours of my life already. Grr. But on top of that, I cut myself during the presentation. AND IT STILL HURTS! GAAAAAH! :mad::mad::mad: