That’s funny. 
I hate when someone comes in my office all jokingly accusatory “Meeeeeeellllll - why are you leaving ussssssss???”
“Um,” I smile wanly, “because y’all cut my budget.”
(pregnant pause)
awkward chit chat ensues
Especially when I have to say, “no, I don’t have anything else lined up yet. Yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine. No really, don’t worry about me. Yes, do ask your neighbors. No, I’m not going to move in with my boyfriend over this - it’s not the right reason to live together.”
Honey, I love you. I might, however, have to move to the couch if you don’t start taking your allergy meds. Waking me up every 1.73 hours to blow your nose is NOT helping me get my sleep. Poor thing - but dammit waking up to a loud “honk” is not good.
Invest in earplugs. I use these, mainly when I’m sleeping with my windows open. It will seem really weird when you first put them in, but you should quickly adjust.
“What size drink do you want?”
“Medium.”
“It only comes in small or large.”
This would have been nice to know. Perhaps instead of asking me to pick a size out of the ether, you say “Would you like a small or a large?”
Better a human honk than a cat hork.
Depends where the honk originates.
Writers of Entourage: Just so you know, not every woman (or gay man) who is married/committed to a guy in the entertainment business has the illusion that that’s a 9-5 job and he should act accordingly. Not all of us are co-dependent black holes of need. Give. It. A rest.
So the AC went out today, and by “out” I mean “Deader than Elvis.” The repair guys came, waved a chicken foot over it, and pronounced it unfixable. They recommend complete system replacement. (not surprising - it was REALLY old, maybe even 30+ yrs. old.)
CRAP. Anybody got ten grand they aren’t using?
Huh, you got a chicken foot wave? When we paid $80 to the fridge repairman to come out and fix our fridge, we didn’t even get a chicken wave for him to tell us it couldn’t be fixed (“Oh yeah, these models were made so that the most common problem fridges have isn’t accessible, so you have to replace the whole thing. Where’s my cheque, and have a nice day.”) Funnily enough, they could have told us that for free, given the problem and the make and model, but repairmen don’t work that way. At least the fridge isn’t a $10,000 fix!
What’s wrong with wanting a certain gender? Who cares if Tortuga doesn’t see the difference, you’re not the parent. I don’t see why people get so worked up about Mac vs PC, you can pretty much do the same stuff on either, but I don’t think they’re idiots for having preferences. And just like Mac vs PC, there are real differences between boys and girls. It isn’t just about having a penis.
I have three kids and gotten what I wanted each time. Glad to meet you. You are either a one-in-a-million statistical outlier, mistaken, a liar, or have only met one pregnant person in your life. Many people get what they want. Just about half of them.
Most people want a certain gender. That’s normal and almost always harmless. Most people love their children, no matter what the gender is. My brother wanted two boys, got two girls, and loves them more than his own life. It’s insulting that you think that he loves them any less because they’re girls.
At least the AC repairmen didn’t charge me anything yesterday. I’m sure they were hoping to make it up on the RIDICULOUSLY overpriced system they were hoping I would have them installed – seriously, they’re like four grand more than everywhere else I’ve called for competitive bids. I guess a lot of people just throw money at anyone who can bring back the delicious coldness RIGHT NOW NOW NOW. I’m sweaty, but by Harry, I don’t want to be sweaty AND stupid.
You understand computers about as well as **Tortuga **understands statistics.
You know, just because I won’t let my child see Alvin and the Chipmunks based on purely aesthetic grounds (i.e., “it looks like complete crap and there’s far better movies for her to watch”) doesn’t mean that I “don’t allow the kid to be a kid.” :rolleyes:
Dear Universe: I don’t know what I have to do to make you listen to me. Now it appears that I (probably) have a cataract in my left eye, making things all blurry, but it’s not bad enough to fix yet - so in addition to having to put up with the headaches that are starting from the blurry vision, I have to sit here and wait for it to get worse before shit can be done.
Really, Universe? I mean, what have I ever done to YOU?
:mad:
At work I routinely correspond with someone via email and I sincerely hope she vanishes mysteriously someday soon, because literally every email she has ever sent me has this subject line: Hi! <date>.
The email about minor issue A sent on the 5th? Subject line: Hi! 8/5/10
The email sent to a group of people on the 10th in response to a week-long ongoing discussion? Subject line: Hi! 8/10/10
The email she forwarded to me this morning about a Very Time Sensitive Issue? Subject line: Hi! 8/24/10
Every time I see that in my inbox it’s like nails on a chalkboard. She does not work in this office, which is good, because if she did I’m pretty sure I would grab my keyboard off my desk and beat her about the head with it. THIS IS NOT AN EFFICIENT METHOD OF COMMUNICATION!
(Also, other people? You don’t need to call me to tell me you sent me an email. You don’t need to email me to tell me you left me a voice message. STOP IT.)
I change other people’s subject lines when I respond to them if they’re not good enough for me. That’s total crap, NinjaChick. How do you find anything from her after you archive it? Yeah, it’s got the date - at this point I can’t remember if something happened two months or two years ago.
I know someone who puts his *own name *as the subject line to every email. Dude, I know who’s emailing me! I can tell by your email address, you dork!
We have this one person in our company who constantly forwards emails to clients without reading them. I learned, like in the 5th grade or something, that when writing you should take another’s words, rework them making them your own. Apparently, this guy did not learn this valuable lesson.
For example, he sent me an email where a client asked for a relatively complicated formulation in a bid, this number being something that we expect from the client themselves. I replied: “Coworker, I really don’t have the time to do this, and what they’re asking is something that needs to be given us by the client themselves as specified on the order form. Also, I don’t like being responsible for this number as the client will decide to spend hundreds of thousands based upon this, and I don’t want to expose us to any potential liability if the number isn’t correct.”
So, he just forwards that with a typical “FYI…”, and the client responds: “If you don’t have the ‘time’ to do this, then maybe we should rethink the RFQ.”
:rolleyes:
Christ I hate that. It’s especially horrific when you’re talking to the customer rep. You know, the guy that’s supposed to be the face of the organization? The person who should look at an internal email and think, gee, maybe this isn’t the way we want to present ourselves to the client. It gets to the point where you have to treat your own coworkers as outsiders, even though everyone’s job could be done more effectively if they knew everything rather than what we just want the customer to know.