Fuck you, people who leave giant, yawning gaps between their car and the car in front of them, especially in the left lane, and double-especially when there’s a left turn lane coming up. Dude, I could parallel-park a friggin’ Humvee in that space you left, and I wanna catch that precious left-turn arrow before it turns red and I have to sit through a really long-ass light cycle. But noooo, you’re in my damn way. Ooch up, already! MOVEIT! MOVEIT!!! Roll forward, you stupid space-taking-up cow of a human!
I think they do this to discourage patrons from lingering at the free coffee refills too long. On a hot day, the first thought is “refreshing!” and then, once people start to shiver, they leave. Or it could be that the people who are working (and moving around) like it cooler than the ones who are just sitting.
My mini-rant: You know, I spend several hours researching and writing a job application. It only takes a few minutes to email me “No way dude u r teh looser” or something. Why would hiring people excuse you from common courtesy? And to those who anounce ahead of time that they won’t get back to everyone: posting on your website that you’re going to be rude does not make it okay. (Honestly, how hard it is to cut and paste a form email to even a few hundred people? Has no one heard of mail merge?)
So I turn my computer on this morning, and while listening to the usual noises it makes when booting up it occurs to me that the screen is still black. Then it registers that the power light on the monitor is off. I press the power button and nothing happens. Check both ends of the power cord to confirm that one of the cats hasn’t managed to pull something loose; even though that’s never happened before there’s always a first time. Try plugging the monitor into a different outlet, which doesn’t help.
Sigh. Get dressed, take the bus to Staples, and come home with a new 29" widescreen monitor, hook it up, and all is well again. Except that I had to spend money that wasn’t in this month’s budget.
I don’t even get that courtesy from the temp agencies looking on my behalf. I get a call from them - “Hey, you’re up for a good position!” and that’s the last I hear from them. Would it kill them to let me know why I was not accepted? Is there a rumour going around that I have the leprosy? What?
Thanks for walking away from your job without warning, boss. It’s a shame you didn’t leave right in the middle of the busy season, as that would have really been a giant middle finger to us.
Holy fucking shit I fucking hate my fucking job and all my fucking coworkers. Seriously. So Goddamned angry right now. bunch of fucking morons the lot of them.
The dingbat niece I’ve posted about before had gone and done it again.
She loaned $800.00 (mind you, she has no job; this is money saved in her account from graduation or birthday or Christmas money gifts) to some guy she knows only from talking to him online or by phone. He sent her the pink slip to his car as collateral for the loan. He has paid back only a little.
Forward: she took off to another state the other day to try to recover the money and also to meet a different guy (she knows him only from social networking) and his mother with the idea of marrying him. She’s “known” him for all of four months. Her reason for marrying at age 20 with no job and a humongous student loan for cooking school that needs to be paid back? : She wants to get away from home.
Her mother’s response to the above chaos: “She’s not stupid; she has the pink slip.” And “we’ll pray about it.”
Do Major League Baseball players have to spit unceasingly while they are at the ballpark? I know, I know; they all chew tobacco; but that excuse doesn’t make the spectacle any less stomach-turning. The TV networks insist on filling in all the down-time in a typical baseball game with close-ups of the pitcher, fielders, coaches, batter, and dugouts. Each and every close-up of each and every person either begins or ends with a stream of sputum. I don’t understand how it is that both dugouts aren’t ankle-deep by the seventh-inning stretch.
Watching a single guy spit doesn’t bother me much, but watching two hours of non-stop spewage has become more than I can stand. I’m going to have to give up watching the sport.
Three days of booms and bangs from fireworks is MORE than enough, and your assholes’ BOOOMS are setting off car alarms next block over. Thanks for my new headache, motherfuckers!!!
Wow, I love getting sick on my favorite holiday and not being able to go outside and see fireworks. That was exactly what I was hoping for. Thanks, Universe!
Next year, try for an all day rainstorm.
Your holiday is still ruined, but you feel well enough to really want to party all day and light off bombs all night.
I think I’m about to become an ex-co-leader of our local anxiety support group. My other co-leader is getting on my last nerve - she does one thing with the group; show up and lead the meetings. She delegates all other tasks. The problem with that is that she is sick half the time, and I have found out that she is going to miss a bunch of meetings for her vacations this summer (and just assumed that I’d be fine with covering all the meetings). We need a new location, too, and instead of her making any effort to find one, that has been assigned to me and anyone else who wants to look. I know a leader is supposed to delegate tasks, but aren’t they also supposed to do some of them themselves?
I am well aware that people can only treat you like a doormat as much as you’ll let them, so it’s about time to have a clarification discussion - I’m not interested in being either a co-leader or a leader’s assistant (whichever one I am this week). I never wanted it, and I want it less every day. I don’t mind doing some internet work to keep our ads current and emailing members about time changes, but that’s about it. I just want to be a regular member, and show up or not show up depending on how I feel on that day. In all fairness, I don’t think she wants to be leader, either. She’s just faster with, “Not it!”
I’m selling a few things right now, mainly old electrical appliances that we don’t need. I got rid of a good 12000 BTU air conditioner the other day to a very nice young guy, and i also have a 5200 BTU air window air conditioner for sale.
Here is the information that i put in the ad:
So a guy calls today and says he wants to look at it. I tell him he can come and look, and reiterate that it’s a 5200 BTU unit, and that it’s great for a bedroom or other similar room, but not powerful enough for a large area or a whole apartment.
So, he turns up and i bring out the AC and turn it on. He sticks his hand in front of it, says “Yeas, it seems nice and cool,” and then asks again how many BTU it is. I tell him, again, and he says that he thought it would be bigger and more powerful. :rolleyes:
The goddamn power rating and all the dimensions are right there in the fucking ad! Moron.
Thank you for delivering Very Important Envelope #1 last week. I would also appreciate it if you would deliver Very Important Envelope #2, which was mailed by the same person at the same time (June 26). (To everyone who is wondering why the sender didn’t just use one envelope in the first place: I don’t know.)
Oh, and Oversensitive Smoke Alarm? You’re not helping. “Toast on the Lowest Setting! Toast on the Lowest Setting!” and “The Oven Is On! The Oven Is On!” sound very different to my ear from “Fire! Fire!” but you don’t seem to make that distinction. If you weren’t wired into the building, I’d replace you or at least remove your battery.