I know documenting stuff is considered by Teh Doers as a waste of time, but if they could kindly bother with it and do the needful :p, those of us who come fix the crap they created in the first place wouldn’t need to start by spending several months reverse engineering said crap.
Who thought it was a Good Idea to create tables with a single data column anyway? Specially to create a table for customer address, one for customer name, one for customer url… and then a pile of tables to link the above together (no, not even a single table using name plus address plus town plus country plus: several layers).
Going to bed at 2.30 was my fault. I know I shouldn’t have stayed awake until then. But I expected to get at least a few hours of decent sleep without psychotic cats jumping on my head and attacking my feet every five minutes! Kindly be much less annoying.
Finally remembered my other peeve - when you RSVP for a social event, not only do you need to RSVP if you plan to come so the arranger can include you in the arrangements, but you also need to SHOW THE HELL UP IF YOU RSVP THAT YOU WILL BE COMING! I arrange a dinner for a social group about once a month, and just about every dinner has a couple that says they will come, and then don’t show up. We all sit and wait to order our meals for the no-shows, because it would be rude to order before someone who is just a few minutes late, right? I’ve started giving them 15 minutes - more than 15 minutes late, we’re ordering without you. That doesn’t solve the problem of looking like fools to the restaurant who also made arrangements for you that you turned out not to need, though. Dinners for 10, 12 people at a restaurant are NOT drop-in affairs, where you just show up or not, depending on how you feel.
I brought those cloth bags because I want you to put my groceries in them. As many as will fit. That way I can avoid those annoying plastic bags.
That was the point.
The cloth bags are stronger and can hold more than one item. Really. You can put in the tomato paste, the tortillini, AND the bag of rice. And there still is room for more!
If you put in only the pie shell in one bag and only two yogurts in the other, then you have to use plastic grocery bags for the rest. And I don’t want that.
I’m turning into a grocery store bitch over the bagging. I’ve been grocery shopping for longer than most of these kids have been alive - I know exactly how I want my groceries bagged. You know what happens when you put the bananas in with the bag of apples? Bruised bananas. Just because they’re both fruit doesn’t mean they get crammed in together. I usually let them pack my bags, then pull away with my cart off to the side, out of the way, and re-pack them properly.
To the bitch I worked with at the church daycare yesterday - YES, it was possible to comfort that little Mexican boy even though he doesn’t speak English. You saw me do it.
And I know you KNOW that you shouldn’t have ignored his sobbing because when the Director stopped in, you picked him up and were standing there with him on your hip, as though you’d been holding him all day.
I saw you put him down again the minute she left, and I saw him return to the corner where he’d been hiding and sobbing (the place from which I retrieved him a minute later).
Phony. Bitch.
What was even stranger is that YOU aren’t a native English speaker, either; I couldn’t understand most of what YOU said because of your thick accent.
I ratted you out to the Director, I hope you get fired.
Would it kill you to smile back as we sweatily pass each other on our runs? Maybe even a slight flopping of your hand? Really truly would it kill you?
Yes yes I’m not from here, yes yes my Midwestern cheerfulness is busting on through but as God is my witness, I will get at least ONE smile from ONE person per morning run. Even if I have to tackle someone and make them smile.
I pit myself, for bitching about how long the printer was taking to print my 5-page PDF document.
Turns out the flashing I was seeing out of the corner of my eye wasn’t the “I’m thinking about printing your document” light, but the “I’m out of paper, dumbass!” light.
I should have realized that was the problem, since the first page printed fairly quickly. Stupid me!
My boss walks in bitching and moaning this morning - he’s in pain! Quick, everyone stop what you’re doing and attend to him before the world collapses!
His problem? He’s got a giant pimple on his lower back and wants someone to pop it for him. Yeah. What a classy, upscale guy he is.
That is truly disgusting, Lionne. I think your boss might have a few boundary issues (as well as problems knowing what is appropriate at work). Blecch.
A kid stole my daughter’s cell phone on the bus. When she called me up to tell me, she was sobbing buckets. My husband is mad at her and had her apologize to him for letting it happen. She did, but he’s still mad.
The husband is also mad at his own son for something much more well-deserved, and also under stress at work. Put it all together, and basically he’s in such a bad mood none of us dare look in his direction.
Yesterday, he strongly implied that he neither loves nor likes any of the kids, but feels that they are his responsibility.
I was just reminded of a pet peeve of mine (heh) - people who let their cats and dogs get fat. I should say, people who MAKE their dogs and cats get fat - Fluffy and Fido aren’t dragging home deer carcasses every day. I will exempt people who have multiple animals in the home from my rant, because as a two cat household, I understand how difficult it is to keep the gorger out of the grazer’s bowl; I’m pitting all the people who have only one animal, it depends entirely on them for all of its food, and they have turned their pet into a hassock. It’s not cute, and it’s not doing your pet any favours.
Yep. She broke the rule about not letting anyone else use it. It was a weird story. She says she let a strange girl on the bus use it and next thing you know it’s gone and the girl told her someone else took it.
Happy ending: Against all expectations, the girl gave it back to her the next day.
Husband’s still on the rag about something, though.
It’s a damned good thing that September is our slowest month at the science center because I have this wicked cold-nose running like a faucet, I’m going through kleenex like it’s water. (And yes, I’m drinking plenty of fluids and washing my hands every chance I get). I absolutely HATE being sick.
Look, if you want it that badly, you have to do it yourself. You seem to think it’s a tiny little project with no stress, but it’s a *year *of herding cats. Your claims you can’t organize are just bullshit. And the near-tears hissy fit when nobody jumped with joy to be in charge and organize your year-long project does not make me think you’d be a good person to work with. For the love of Og, grow up!