Infinite recursion GO!
Not again.
A guy called work a couple of weeks ago and needed to talk to someone about our products. I needed to gather information for him and asked for his phone or email. He gave both, but had a tendency to rattle things off pretty quickly.
He said his email and I said, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” He did and I said, “Okay, that is what you said.” And he said, “Oooh, you’ve got a dirty mind. I like that.” I was taken aback. I said something like, “Um, so I’ll will contact you with this information.” And he said, “Oh, I bet you’re really blushing now.”
Ick.
He called back a few minutes ago and got my PA. He said he had forgotten my name and when she told him he said, “Oooh, how could I have forgotten that!” She said he sounded creepy and weird when he said that. She took a message. Bleh. Some days, my job is ooky.
Oh, and I have a coworker who starts stories in the wrong place. If he’s trying to tell you about what he’s doing this weekend, he’ll start in 1942 and the conversation will be littered with "You remember Ralph? He’s went to school with… "
NO I DON’T REMEMBER RALPH BECAUSE I NEVER HEARD OF HIM AND GODDAMN IT FIND A POINT! FIND IIIIIIT!
Well, to be fair, in media res is the flavor of the month in hot new narrative devices.
I think it’s because everybody likes the opportunity to dress up and play Exposition Fairy now and then.
I know I have a problem with giving too much backstory to someone who doesn’t see why they should care. I try to avoid it.
Your *ranting *doesn’t mean you have to go somewhere else. You are 100% welcome to rant about my ranting about other people’s ranting right here, and I will defend your right to do it. (That doesn’t mean I can’t *also *mock you for it.)
However, *if *you wish to post rants that I will 100% not mock you for, then it would be *in your best interests *to post them somewhere else.
What does the W stand for?
I haven’t seen this level of recursion since I haven’t seen this level of recursion!
SFG is bored. Here is entertainment. Poke people with a stick. I…understand it can be irritating, but it’s Shot From Guns. Honestly, it’s like getting irritated that the sun is shining too brightly. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, SFG gotta snark.
“From”. You know, in its variant spelling w-i-t-h.
May I minipit my brain? My brain is stupid. It does stupid things, and makes me do stupid things, probably as part of a deliberate and malicious campaign to make me look stupid. It hates me, I’m sure of it.
But yet, I just can’t imagine life without it. I am such a codependent loser.
Just a reminder: using sexually explicit insults against other posters is against the Pit rules. Please don’t do this again.
No warning issued.
I less than three you.
Really, part of the problem is that people in threads like these are bearing the brunt of everything else I wish I could say, but don’t, in my private life, because I would like to continue to stay employed. The Pit is my own personal version of heaven, where I can tell people *exactly *what I think, even when what I think is incredibly tactless and rude. And the glorious part is that everyone here has by definition opened themselves up to it, simply by posting here, because that’s the entire point of the forum.
Seriously, what’s your problem? Grey matter is a total crutch. Get over it.
There is something to be said for not taking the Pit personally or even seriously. The minirants thread does sometimes feel like a bubble of MPSIMS floating along the flames.
Shot From Guns has a totally different meaning than Shot With Guns. I’m sure there are people who would prefer the latter though! 
I don’t half doubt. 
As far as I’m concerned, if certain people on this site don’t loathe me, I’m doing something wrong.
That might be the halloween costune I’ve been looking for.
OMG, I swear if the customer service rep behind me doesn’t learn to use her inside voice, there’s going to be a messy homicide, possibly involving a weed whacker. I can hear her through my NRR 31 db ear plugs with my music headphones on *over *them.
Hah! Funny that you edited–I was going to ask what db level plugs you were using. Personally, I love these NRR 33 ones, and I’ve seen a lot of feedback from people that there’s a pretty substantial difference going from 31 to 33.
Of course, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s fucking ridiculous that anyone is *that *fucking loud.
I have a friend who will try to join in a conversation by latching onto an inconsequential part of the dialogue, starting his own story that has no relevant point, meandering around over three other subjects (usually he manages to bring an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer into it somehow), never getting to their points either, and then lamely tapering off, all while we are anxiously (and silently) trying to find a way to escape from him. And he does this every time he’s part of our group.
Nice guy, but a bit of an idiot.
Okay, people, I get it. Barbara Boxer is evil. She eats puppies. She is destroying the state of California along with the Governator. You can stop sending the message at every commercial break; it has been received. Hey, here’s an idea: instead of throwing money around with these attack ads, how about some ads that tell us why you should be senator? Burn your name into our brains, and we might remember it on election day.
It kept my daughter quite a bit safer, though. And you know what? I can accept the fact that some busybody stranger thought it was demeaning to one or both of us. I’m not all that concerned about what other people think, especially when I have an excellent reason for doing whatever it is I’m doing.
Where did you disappear to, bottle of perfume and are you hanging out with my shell necklace? Please come back!
I hate that I put shit away and can’t find it later. I suck.