All of you, please please stop it. Just stop it. Do not call me and when I answer say, “Hey, it’s me.”
Guess what. All the women in my life and pretty much most of the men sound exactly alike on the phone. Especially if you’re calling on a cell phone. Are you my sister? My boss? A friend? Which friend?
I don’t know who the fuck “me” is until way too long into the phone call, ok? It’s embarassing and stressful for me. And frankly, it’s kinda rude on your part.
As Faith No More would say: Introduce yourself! (Who are you?) :mad:
Nothing yet. He was in the cath lab early this a.m. He’s in another state and his wife is, understandably, not able to make dozens of calls, so she’s posting on Facebook from her phone. No updates for hours – I just checked. Maybe that’s at least not bad news.
Don’t send me some random snippet of boilerplate text and tell me it’s for the Client XYZ proposal. WHICH Client XYZ proposal? Is this going to the same one as the edits I’m doing for someone else in the office? If so, why are you sending it to me and not the person who’s got control of this document? Why isn’t there any note from you about where to insert it, or a note in the other person’s changes about where to insert it?
Ugh.
Follow-up corollary:
If I identify you via caller ID and pick up with, “Hi, Person X,” don’t open with, “Hi, its’s PersonX.” It just makes it sound like you’re not listening to me at all.
Still alive? Hopefully stable? Even if they haven’t yet figure out why he had the heart attack, I’d say that’s pretty good.
Oh, sure, big guy with your technical mumbo-jumbo and your solutions.
Why don’t I have it at home? Because it costs money! Why pay $6.95 a month, every month, when two scenarios are cheaper… so much cheaper that they’re actually free:
You tell me who you ARE (“Hi, niblet, it’s Bob.”)
You wait until my answering machine picks up and you tell me who you ARE (“Hi, niblet, it’s Bob. Again!”)
Lindsay Lohan goes to jail for what will amount to about 3 weeks. Her relatives are sobbing in the courtroom. Another relative is carrying a sign saying “Free Lindsay”. Get a fucking grip, you fucking douchebags.
What’s worse is that she will emerge in a few weeks proclaiming that she is a changed person and that life has more meaning now and I’m gonna hurl all over my morning paper I swear to fucking christ.
Dear colleges and trade schools posting advertisements for classes hidden as job openings.
Stop doing that, you wankers! :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
If I need a class I would look for it, and not in the job openings lists sent from Monster! I would still need to have a better job than the one I have to pay for your fees anyhow!
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Hell’s Teeth SFG unless that flag was flying from a ship it’s the Union Flag not the Union Jack…
Real rant follows – it’s a damn easy job you have on days like this. You stand at the front, read the standard Christian twaddle about everlasting life, they’re in a better place now and that monster who was willing to sacrifice his son to himself or whatever the nonsense is and then you read out something specific about the bereaved and his\her family.
Two notes:
She was Mother to my Father not Brother FFS.
That’s not my sister’s name arsehole.
Wikipedia says you’re being needlessly pedantic and it’s perfectly acceptable for me to call it either the Union Jack or the Union Flag, regardless of where it’s flying. Neener neener.
Honestly, if anything, I expected somebody to complain that it’s the flag of the U.K., not the flag of England.
It never ceases to amaze me how often you hear about officiants at funeral or memorial services fucking shit like this up. I mean, c’mon, you can’t fucking write it down? Weddings, too–IIRC the woman who married two of my best friends last June didn’t get *either *of their surnames right.
When I went to college, the seminary students were all required to take special speech classes, including a special section on how to write out things phonetically just so they could avoid mispronouncing names during these things.
When i’ve mentioned this to other pastors/preachers/rabbis - none of them did. :smack:
At my husband’s grandmother’s funeral, the officiant was fine - it was his aunt that was the problem. It seems she didn’t want to share her mother with her sister (my husband’s mother) - she took over the whole funeral and basically shut my husband’s family out. Nice. I’d like to say that death brings out the worst in people, but apparently this is just a normal day for this woman.
