Acadeeeeeeemia. He's the prof with the grant, so he's the ultimate decision maker. Sigh.Anybody above him? In today's job market a company just can't afford to have someone unwilling to work and do it correctly.
Nah, nothing like that. He's in another city; mostly it's that he is a coward who hates confrontation, and it's easier to say no to me, who has only a relatively recent, professional, working relationship, than to admit his student, who he has known for much longer in different capacities, is not qualified for the job he gave her, and lecture -or fire- her. Such is life.Are you sure there isn't... something else going on between them? You might want to do some snooping and see if he's doing something he shouldn't be doing with his protege.
Especially when those FUCKING UPDATES are just comercials for DLC that you don't want to buy! They don't even give you the freakin' option to not deal with it, its wait 10 minutes for commercial or NO GAME FOR YOU*!You know what sucks about having so little precious time to play a console game that it's sometimes weeks between gaming?
Required system updates...
Oh no... sorry to hear that.So, had the annual physical a week or so ago, was sent for the usual blood panel. Got the results today, which came with a diagnosis I have been expecting to hear for 9 years. I'm officially diabetic. I have 4 generations of women who I am directly descended from who all had it as well, and it's been getting yonger by about a decade with each generation. As the normally cool headed and responsible one when bad shit happens or shit hits the fan, I am responding to this by getting as drunk as possible.
Fuck.
I am behind on this, but some cites have therapists that work on a sliding scale based on your income. If anxiety is causing you to be physically ill and interrupting your daily life, then it could be a good idea to see if you can find someone who works on such a scale.I know. But I have no insurance until January 1st. All I have right now is my primary care doctor (paying out-of-pocket) who suggested my symptoms were the result of anxiety, and we both agreed I can't afford any kind of treatment or therapy for that until insurance kicks in. So I have a month and a half of trying to just deal with it.
Yes. Perhaps @doomdragon6 needs to solo some sort of satisfying situation, if only to prove that other people aren't mandatory.Maybe what you need to do is go do things by yourself. Not with your roommate or with friends, but on your own.
Yes. Perhaps @doomdragon6 needs to solo some sort of satisfying situation, if only to prove that other people aren't mandatory.
--Patrick
You know, I didn't even think of interpreting it like that. Until I saw your smiley.
I thought you worded it intentionally towards that.You know, I didn't even think of interpreting it like that. Until I saw your smiley.
--Patrick
Nope. I know I'm master-level at innuendo, but this time it was just my subconscious flaring up again, I'm sure.I thought you worded it intentionally towards that.
If B is more expensive than A, then -clearly- B is better. That's just logic!This guy at work tried to tell me that macs had better processor speed and better graphics cards than a pc "because they are more expensive," he wouldn't believe me when I told him that wasn't true. Smh
Barring server problems, we'll still be here when you want to resume your spleen-o-rama.I might be scarce for a while.
Dunno if he has explicitly stated it, gonna leave it that way.what the hell happened? condolences in any case...
He has at least once, though it was in theDunno if he has explicitly stated it, gonna leave it that way.
It runs in my family really badly. I'm sorry dude, that's...well, I'm just really sorry for your loss.I know I sound like such a child saying it, but it isn't fair, and it isn't right. After living so much of her life in fear and pain, she had started to come out and be happy again. And now she's gone, and I'm alone. She didn't deserve to spend her final weeks in agony. I'd forgotten that it was possible to cry so hard.
I might be scarce for a while.
I'm so so sorry. Please ... believe you're not alone. Take care...I know I sound like such a child saying it, but it isn't fair, and it isn't right. After living so much of her life in fear and pain, she had started to come out and be happy again. And now she's gone, and I'm alone. She didn't deserve to spend her final weeks in agony. I'd forgotten that it was possible to cry so hard.
I might be scarce for a while.