Huge, douchey white or black eyeglass frames are pissing me the hell off. They are not just ugly, they’re AGGRESSIVELY ugly, like people have gone out of their way to get the most obnoxious glasses they can find (which I imagine they have). I hate them, and I hate looking at them.
If you have huge, douchey white or black eyeglass frames, you don’t look cool in them - you look like a douche.
If, when I look at you, all I see is your eyeglass frames, I hate them.
Ask the Doper who missed her connection in Chicago
No, don’t. Ask American Airlines where the hell my suitcase is.
Or just come see me! Gate G3: I’ll be here all night!
Ooh, that sucks. Hope someone comes to see you!
Nope. Home now, but going to take a shower and go to bed. I was going to do laundry, but I have no laundry to do. I’ve been traveling for 17 hours.
Another Monday morning, another forgotten Dr. Pepper can in the breakroom freezer. It’s not like we don’t know whose they are, either. Bitch, set an Outlook reminder or something!
<sigh>
It’s too early for other people’s stupidity and bullshit.
Dude, you are one of my best friends, and I love that I can text you any time of the day or night and you’ll be there to listen when I need to talk. But for the love of God, you need to learn a different phrase instead of saying “I’m sorry” after everything I say.
Example conversation:
Me: So I had a test today. It was pretty hard.
Him: I’m sorry.
Me: I studied all night and I think I still failed.
Him: I’m sorry.
Me: I’m so tired and I still have an hour of class.
Him: I’m sorry.
His reply is always “I’m sorry” after nearly everything I say during every conversation. It’s gotten to be really annoying and predictable; he could say something slightly more productive, or at least different. “Wow, that sucks”, or maybe “you probably did okay”. It’s the same way some people use “lol” as a reply to everything; it shows he’s either really not paying attention to what I say, or he has nothing better to contribute. Fuck, man, change it up a little.
The sidewalk is not the place to ride a bicycle. Sidewalks are for pedestrians. Bikes are vehicles and belong in the street.
I dunno, if there are no pedestrians, I’d rather see that bike on the sidewalk than puttering along at 10 mph in my 45 zone, obstructing traffic. Especially when ridden by some dumbass who pays no attention to cars around him and swerves across lanes without bothering to look back to see if maybe, just maybe, there is a car coming up behind him in the left lane at the speed limit.
I’ve had too many run-ins with morons on bikes over the years. I don’t think I can ever ride one on the road again, myself.
1> I’m coming down a hill into a long stretch of two lane, 55mph country road. There are three boys about aged 12 riding their bikes, swerving back and forth all over the road. I slow and honk many times, hoping to alert them to my presence. Right when I get up to them, I’m still honking, they’re still swerving all over the road, have made NO effort to look back at me, and so I’ve slowed to 20mph because I really don’t want to kill them. Of course, one of them plays Darwin Candidate at the last second and swerves across the front of me, causing me to lock up my brakes, stopping just where he can and does put his hand on my hood. He acts utterly astonished that I was there. The burst of adrenaline caused me to swear a blue streak about how suicidally stupid they were being and maybe they should pay attention to the world around them.
2> I’m driving in the countryside. There are a bunch of bike groups all over the place. I go down this road at about 35mph in a 55 zone, because they’re so thick. I top the crest of a steep hill to find a half dozen of them STOPPED in the center of my lane, blocking the entire roadway. Not visible to oncoming traffic until I was less than 100 feet from them. I locked up the brakes and stopped less than 5 feet from them as they started screaming at me. My only alternative? About a 20 foot drop off the right shoulder into a ditch, which probably would have killed ME. I screamed back about “You’re STANDING in the road, in the wrong lane, just over the crest of a hill that means no one can see you. Are you trying to commit suicide, or are you JUST FUCKING STUPID???” - at which point everyone around them started saying “Yeah, get off that side of the road”.
3> I’m driving a 20,000 pound armored truck at 35mph down a one way street in downtown Minneapolis, about to cross another one way street that goes from my left to my right. All of a sudden, I have the image of a MORON biker burned into my retinas as he flashes across the front of me - against traffic (from my right) and crossing on a red light. LOOKING THE OTHER DIRECTION. Had he been a fraction of a second later in crossing that intersection, and he would have splattered like a water balloon all over the front of my truck.
4> Driving to work a couple of months later, a couple of miles away. About a 100 foot red streak in the intersection, a mangled bike on the side of the road, a body covered by a blanket in the middle of the road, a pickup truck parked on the side, the driver talking to police while they awaited the ambulance to come and pick up the body. A young woman had tried the same trick at a different intersection, and lost the argument with the pickup truck. I still remember that very vividly - a 100 foot bloody streak down the road and a mangled bike.
My contacts keep shifting and it’s driving me crazy. Is Lasik cheap yet?
Define “cheap.”
My stats professor is making me INSANNNNNEEEEEEEEE. I’m doing an independent study project that is, in fact, my very last class I need for my masters degree (I’ve even already walked at graduation) and he is jerking me around and not responding to my emails and telling me we’d agreed on one thing when that is NOT in fact, the case.
I am beyond frustrated. My apartment lease ended and I’m basically homeless - fortunately some very kind and generous friends have helped me out so I can stay here in Ann Arbor while I finish up my degree. Which I thought I would be done with like, a month ago. And my stats professor KNOWS this. Maybe I’m being self-centered, but it is incredibly frustrating to be basically stuck here for some vague and undefined amount of time, waiting for WEEKS for him to email me back so I can move onto the next step. It’s super stressful and it’s virtually impossible to make future plans as a result.
ARGHHHHHH.
Why are you emailing when he clearly fails at this method of communication? He doesn’t have a phone number you can badger him at constantly? Preferably more than one (office, home, cell)?
Once again, it takes **Shot From Guns **to give the simplest and most direct response.
Thank you, thank you. :bows all around:
ETA:
And Kyla, shouldn’t you have a faculty advisor whose job it is to be your advocate exactly in situations like this?
Honestly, I don’t want to piss him off or point out that he’s pissing ME off. You know what I mean? He is the professor and I am the student and I don’t want to create conflict by appearing to be ragging on him. He’s doing me a favor by agreeing to do this independent study and I want to get along with him.
He did actually just respond to the email I sent him today, probably because I titled it “Justin, could you please respond to this email?”. And then I wrote back to him AND HE WROTE BACK TO ME IMMEDIATELY. He sent me two emails in the space of five minutes!
Quick, someone check to see if hell has frozen over.
ETA: Though a highly unfortunate coincidence, HE IS MY FACULTY ADVISOR. facepalm
Well what a fucking asshole.
And if someone doesn’t reply to your urgent email after a couple of days–let alone weeks–there’s nothing obnoxious about calling them. The harassment suggestion was intended to be facetious; the point was simply that if one method of communication is failing, it’s up to you to try another if you want to get anything done. No, it’s not fair, and you shouldn’t have to, but tough shit. It’s possible that you could have been done at a reasonable time if you’d followed up more aggressively.
I’m sure you’re right. 
Yup. 
Oh well, lesson learned, eh?
Not sure how applicable this lesson will be in my future life, given that this is my last class EVER.
Unless I am possessed by insanity and decide to do a PhD. Which is, um…highly unlikely.
