I wouldn’t have to be hormonal or in a shitty mood to not be impressed with that kind of horseshit - people who don’t train their dogs are a pet (heh) peeve of mine.
We had the third class of five for latin dancing today - I don’t think I’ll go back to this school. I spend about a quarter of every class standing around because there aren’t enough guys to dance with, and I brought one with me*. I understand that they don’t care about my $55 (I guess it’s $110 for me and my husband), and they’d rather get all the money from all the extra women, but I’m out.
*We could opt out of partner-changing, but you learn to dance much better with different leads and follows.
Wow. My company is even more fucked up than I thought, and I had rather high expectations of Fucked Upedness.
I met a co-worker at Walmart today, just by chance. When we parted, he said he’d see me Tuesday, when we both work next. I said I’m off Tuesday and Wednesday. He about blew a gasket. Seems that he’s been repeatedly asking for time off for several months, and they’ve been denying it, even when asked for several weeks in advance. The same days of the week that I got off with about 10 days notice. Had to straight out tell him “Dude, they’re fucking you over!”
It annoys me when I go inside a fast food place and see that they have one person working the counter and three working the drive-thru.
I don’t go through drive-thru because it seems lazy, I like to speak with people face to face, it’s much easier to see the menu choices inside, it’s easier to inspect the bag contents, and I like to fill my own drink.
On more than one occasion I have walked out to get in my car and go to the drive-thru, because I wanted to be served within the hour.
Since when do they give antibiotics via shots? Even when I had really bad strep, they just gave me azithromycin, which was also taken orally.
Lies! Libel! Vile calumny!
Yeah, there’s your problem. Asking means they have the opportunity to say no. What you want to do is find a relatively open spot (e.g., between two groups of people) and push your want to the bar. Ideally, this would be done with an “excuse me” and a smile if you catch anyone’s eye, but you don’t ask. Because some drunk asshole is going to do exactly what these drunk assholes did.
Moved to the fucking pit of hell, that’s what, you Canadian weirdo.
I didn’t move to Canada. I did move to a place that has nicer winters than where I’m from.
I don’t know where you’re getting that from - if we all start at the same time (which we usually do - people do wait for my meal to show up), I still take about 15 minutes longer to eat than anyone else. It’s just part of the magic of being me. Now that you’ve mentioned it, though, I guess it doesn’t matter if my meal is last or not. I should be cursing whatever it is that makes me such a slow eater.
Women who don’t know how to lead are worse than not dancing at all.
Oh, cars, why do you have to be such money pits? My car just came out of the five year warranty, and my mechanic just called me with the laundry list of all the things that need doing or are recommended maintenance. Well, we’ll do the brakes today, because being able to stop is a great idea, but the rest is going to have to wait. It’s like some force in the universe can sense when we’re finally starting to pull ahead a little financially - “Uh uh - you know I can’t let that happen.”
(Yes, the “you don’t have to drive; take a bus or get a bike” speech is understood.)
My husband got in to an accident with our truck a few months ago that caused some minor body damage (a rear panel and the rear bumper). The repairs are covered by insurance and we finally got around to getting it in for repairs last Tuesday.
I called today (it’s been almost a week!) and they said it would be at least one more week! WTF? It’s REALLY hard for us to get by with one vehicle. So I mentioned to the girl that it would be nice if they had courtesy cars and she said ‘Oh, we do!’ Well, would have been nice for you to offer it, or even mention it, last week. So I ask ‘Uh, ok, so can I pick one up since it’s going to be another week?’ and she says ‘Sorry, they’re all out, and we won’t have any back in for another couple of days.’
Ugh. So I’ve been having to take the train on the days where my husband really needs the car. My 30 minute drive is now a 90 minute train ride - each way.
Weird. When my car was totaled in early 2007, and I was waiting for the other driver’s insurance company to come up with our check, my insurance company paid for me to have a rental.
We have a long, sordid story about my husband getting his car fixed after we were hit-and-run on the street a couple of years ago. They dicked around getting his car fixed so long at the body shop that the rental insurance ran out, and they were going to start charging us an exorbitant fee for the rental. It turned out that the body shop hadn’t even started working on his car while the rental insurance ran out - there were many phone calls and discussions back and forth about who was going to be paying for that rental car (they ended up paying for it). That was Calgary Coachworks - I hope that isn’t where you took your car.
Our department got taken out for a mandatory “appreciation lunch.” (Those of you who participated in the team-building-exercise thread can probably smell where this is going.)
Overpriced Italian joint with rumored mob connections. Loud as shit - hard surfaces and mirrors everywhere, so lots of echo effect. They seat us in an “L” shape so a bunch of people on the same team practically have their backs to each other. Fixed menu. Choice of:
mixed pasta w/ red sauce - turns out the ravioli is meat-filled
tilapia
breaded chichen or veal w/ red sauce
So the vegetarian on our team was *real *happy. So was the one with colon issues who doesn’t eat wheat or tomatoes - she was pretty much forced to go with the (dry, overcooked) tilapia.
Plus, most corporate people’s idea of “lunchtime” is about an hour after I usually eat breakfast. Plus, I’m a nibbler and a grazer - I’d have eaten the same amount of calories, eventually, but it would have taken me four or five hours. So now I’m sitting at my desk, uncomfortable full and bloated, facing the prospect of a loooong afternoon, since we got back around the time I usually break for lunch. Plus it took a whopping 2 1/2 hours to get back, so on top of everything else, I’m behind on my work.
I feel so appreciated!
(I hate to whine about free food and all, but I would’ve been way happier heating up leftovers in the breakroom.)
A medicine that’s injected or given by IV starts working a lot faster than one that’s given by pill.
There’s nothing wrong with walking. I walk to and from the library a lot of the time. If the weather’s nice, and my destination is within walking distance, I’ll walk. If the weather is very hot or very cold, though, I’ll drive. And since my doctor is 20 miles away, and my grocery store is 15 miles away, I drive.
