Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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Noah wanted to play spring flag football. I got him signed up and asked for him to have the same coach as he had in the fall. We got a call last night from a different guy saying he is Noah's coach. Checked it out this morning...and Noah got moved up to the next age group since he's turning 9 this year. Fuuuuuuuu. It's only his second time playing football. I hope the more experienced kids don't rip him a new one.
doomdragon6
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Dealing with more ex drama in addition to my own conflictions and whatnot.
Luckily my potential girlfriend is taking it all well and being understanding.
Does ex drama ever go away? Sheesh.
Luckily my potential girlfriend is taking it all well and being understanding.
Does ex drama ever go away? Sheesh.
Yeah, when you cut contact. Many years ago, my then girlfriend and I were being bothered by my prior girlfriend. We'd been broken up for a few months and I decided that was the last straw. It was hard, but it made things better in the long run.
Thanks all for the sympathy. Truth is, this is kinda hitting me harder than I thought, if only because she's the last of my grandparents' generation. All of my parents' uncles and aunts are gone now.
I've been asked to be a pallbearer at the funeral on Thursday. I'm just hoping this snow cuts away so I can get down there.
I've been asked to be a pallbearer at the funeral on Thursday. I'm just hoping this snow cuts away so I can get down there.
Because I have a smaller closet now, I'm trying to go through clothes that fit and ones that don't
I have about a dozen pairs of pants or jeans that no longer fit me.
Fucking hell, I don't know if I'll ever be that slim again.
I have about a dozen pairs of pants or jeans that no longer fit me.
Fucking hell, I don't know if I'll ever be that slim again.
Set them aside. I did the same thing, and seeing them in the closet helped remind me where I wanted to be again. Plus, it feels damned good when they do fit.Because I have a smaller closet now, I'm trying to go through clothes that fit and ones that don't
I have about a dozen pairs of pants or jeans that no longer fit me.
Fucking hell, I don't know if I'll ever be that slim again.
The rats are having a hormone day, and it's the worst yet. The usually-passive big one hopped on the smaller usually-dominant one. He left several small circular wounds with his nails and a 1.5-inch gash across his back from a bite. Now I've had to separate them for the first time. They're both unhappy about it, but the injured one at least needs a night to heal.
My first thought is that I want to scream at them, but really I wish I could get them to understand. They're a year and eight months old--they're not going to see another Christmas and likely one of them is going to be alone in the end. They have finite time together and shouldn't be wasting it fighting and having to be separated. But they're little idiot rats and the last time another rat died by them was in September 2012. They don't remember and they don't get it. Stupid babies.
My first thought is that I want to scream at them, but really I wish I could get them to understand. They're a year and eight months old--they're not going to see another Christmas and likely one of them is going to be alone in the end. They have finite time together and shouldn't be wasting it fighting and having to be separated. But they're little idiot rats and the last time another rat died by them was in September 2012. They don't remember and they don't get it. Stupid babies.
Papa Nurgle loves you.
I've been sick for a few days, today isn't bad but I still have a lingering headache. This is exceptionally bad because I have to go to Disney on Ice (win) with my daughter's Girl Scout troop (ugh) and then have a sleepover with a mass of Girl Scouts from the area (Ahhhhhh!). Thankfully I'm just going to be with my daughter and I am not in charge of anything, but I may not have any sanity left by tomorrow morning regardless.
It annoys me how everyone hates on cubicle jobs. Whenever someone is talking about what they want to do in life they're always like "oh, I just hope I never have to be in a cubicle. I want to do something more with my life."
Guess what? The job I want will be in a cubicle. Does that mean I'll be living on some lesser plane of existence than you? Probably not you pretentious asshole. Go fuck yourself.
Guess what? The job I want will be in a cubicle. Does that mean I'll be living on some lesser plane of existence than you? Probably not you pretentious asshole. Go fuck yourself.
dude legit, I am on meds too, thats a shit ton. I hope everything is alright. I am on like 3 things, thats like what my mother takes at 55.
I think the implication is more like cube jobs are often replaceable office tasks as opposed to a career one chooses, not that specifically the cubicle is the problem. Metonymy, you know? But I understand the frustration, also. I work in a cubicle. I don't mind it. Lets me socialise with my office mates much more easily.[DOUBLEPOST=1395416807,1395416737][/DOUBLEPOST]
haha, it's actually only 3 different prescriptions but at different strengths to add up to the correct dosage, plus two OTC meds that are for my back pain. But it looks ridiculous
I get that, but the implication is that anyone who works in a cubicle must be working a shitty job like that.
GasBandit
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I gotta say... having now had my own office for as many years as I have, going back to a cubicle would be unpleasant (and it'd probably involve a pay cut). Fortunately though, it seems most places have separate rooms for IT staff. I'm ok with sharing an office with other IT guys, don't even need cubicle walls for that. It is definitely a nice perquisite to have my own office with a door I can shut.
But really, I think what people mean when they say they don't "want to work in some cubicle for the rest of their life" is really just saying they don't want to do boring, uncreative work at a desk for a megacorp. They want to do something creative, dynamic and fulfilling with their life rather than, as Chandler Bing said, be in their office till 12 o'clock worrying about the WENUS.
But really, I think what people mean when they say they don't "want to work in some cubicle for the rest of their life" is really just saying they don't want to do boring, uncreative work at a desk for a megacorp. They want to do something creative, dynamic and fulfilling with their life rather than, as Chandler Bing said, be in their office till 12 o'clock worrying about the WENUS.
Does a Crown Vic count as a cubicle? Because there are definitely days that this beastie feels constricting like that...
Hey, when cars learn to drive themselves, I'm sure you'll have your choice of the Caprice cubicle, the Crown Vic cubicle, or the Charger cubicle. It'll be the new desk job, except that your desk will have 300 horses and you can drive it around the town
--Patrick
Only if its colour is Oppression Grey
GasBandit
Staff member
Do you feel your work to be soul-numbing, unfulfilling drudgery?
White with Rust Highlights - we're going Nova Soviet here...[DOUBLEPOST=1395419415,1395419378][/DOUBLEPOST]
There are days....
hey my uncle started like you and now he is a vice/drug detective. His work life is something out of a movie, no seriously! oh and he is working on his credentials to work homicide cases too
I hate getting embarassed at work. Since I'm quite young for the average age of people that work here, I don't want to be any more stupid than I appear. Doesn't seem to be working out for me. I got a paper cut on my finger, I saw it it was fine, no blood, I went about about my business. My co-worker just came up to me looking all shocked at me, telling me I had blood all over my cheek. I missed a second paper cut and since I lean my face on my hands a lot while sitting at my desk, I had smeared it all over my face. Now I feel dumb. I was just walking around the office with blood all on my face like a creeper.
I was just walking around the office with blood all on my face like a creeper.You should have played it up. "What blood, Tim? You see blood? I don't see any blood. DO YOU SEE ANY BLOOD, TIM?"[DOUBLEPOST=1395423402,1395423351][/DOUBLEPOST]Next time he walks by, have a box of garbage bags, a hacksaw and some duct tape sitting on your desk.I hate getting embarassed at work. Since I'm quite young for the average age of people that work here, I don't want to be any more stupid than I appear. Doesn't seem to be working out for me. I got a paper cut on my finger, I saw it it was fine, no blood, I went about about my business. My co-worker just came up to me looking all shocked at me, telling me I had blood all over my cheek. I missed a second paper cut and since I lean my face on my hands a lot while sitting at my desk, I had smeared it all over my face. Now I feel dumb.
She should also twitch.
Hey, just think, your next car is going to be much smaller than a Crown Vic...
Unless your Dept goes to Tahoes.