not so serious but I want to rant II: Redemption
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You're right, it was terribly prepared. Unfortuantely, it scarred me for life and I just can't eat squid with anything.
And they left the eyes. Oh dear gods, those eyes!
Trying to set up a GPS for my dad. This thing is difficult. Also, the program to put maps on it appears to be failing. So... Fuck.
I hate the expression "I'm sorry but...". Sorry is something you say when you acknowledge you've done something wrong, and regret your action, and would like to atone for it. If you begin with "I'm sorry, but..." then what you're about to say is something you know is wrong, and you can definitely avoid saying it and regretting it by... NOT SPEAKING.
But of course the truth is, they're not sorry, they just think it excuses what they're about to say.
But of course the truth is, they're not sorry, they just think it excuses what they're about to say.
No offense, but...
Cajungal
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Man, I love being an elementary school teacher, but it's really hard to be myself sometimes. There's so much jargon, and everyone talks in these quiet, soothing voices. Makes me feel kind of abrasive by comparison, but I just don't like talking to people like they're watching a golf tournament. The upper school people get to act more like... people.
There was a quote in the TV series Game of Thrones that went something like "everything said before the word 'but' means nothing." With a quick search I couldn't find it, but (hehe) that doesn't mean it isn't there.
Anybody know if it was the TV writers or from the book? It's on my shelf, but I'm in the middle of Foundation right now.
There's some line of that nature in the book, but I don't think it's worded the same. It sounds like something Littlefinger would say.
Touché.
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makare
Well I am sick again I put the rest in spoiler because it involves discussing being sick (as some might say, "spewing") and I don't want people to read about it unless they want to. For whatever reason.
Another rant, my friend Andrea texted to let me know that my school carrel is yet AGAIN next to the slutty, bitchy, obnoxious girl in my class we call the Bun. Not happy.
So I was sick all night but I needed to go to work. I work at 7. I got there at 8. That is how this morning started. I drove the hour to the actual work place the whole time in great pain and thinking that any second I was going to have to pull over and be sick, but I made it. Even though I was an hour late I was still the first one there! Which meant that in my pain I had to open the huge compound gate and other physical stuff like that. Not fun in my current state.
I finally settled down in the booth and got the register going. I didn't put the flag up because that would require to much movement. That is a sign I am sick let me tell you I really enjoy putting the flag up. I think because I never got to when i was a kid but that is a different stupider story.
After two trips back over to the office so I could rush to the bathroom thinking I was going to be sick again (I didn't) I realized I was not going to make it through the day.
I ran into my coworker Max who finally decided to come on duty. I love him but come on it was almost 9:30! I said I was going to call our boss and tell him I am going home. He seemed ok about it.
I get back to the booth and call the boss. He is also ok with it, but I mean what else can you say? So I was waiting for Max. I put my lunch cooler in the car. All it had in it besides my books was my water. I went back inside after a few minutes I was feeling nauseated again so I went out to drink some water.
Now it is important to note that due to a variety of fucked up incidences in my childhood I have a deep shame associated with most bodily functions, especially if they are mine. Throwing up is definitely top of that list. So when i went outside and then proceeded to throw up all over the pavement right in front of the booth I really just wanted to shoot myself out of embarrassment. it did not help that shortly after Max pulled up and I had to ask him to go get a bucket of water to wash it away. He did.
Then a customer came up. Now I threw up a lot but it wasn't really all that gross because I had thrown up earlier so all this really was was water and bile so unless you knew it was vomit you would think someone spilled water... mixed with bile. No seriously it just looked like water, but I was still mortified.
To make matters worse while I was helping the customer Max poured the water on it which I was going to do. It just made me feel worse about it because I didn't take care of it myself.
The customer got all squared away and then he left. I was about to head out when both max and i spotted this little toad right by the booth. I was so sick that all I could really do was say "oh look a toad" The fact that I couldn't go chasing after it like I usually do I think convinced Max that I was really really sick. He even asked if I was ok to drive. Lol. but I was so I left. I made it home fine and slept really good.
That's my whole story, and why is it a rant? Because what the fuck being sick AGAIN!? this is bullshit
I finally settled down in the booth and got the register going. I didn't put the flag up because that would require to much movement. That is a sign I am sick let me tell you I really enjoy putting the flag up. I think because I never got to when i was a kid but that is a different stupider story.
After two trips back over to the office so I could rush to the bathroom thinking I was going to be sick again (I didn't) I realized I was not going to make it through the day.
I ran into my coworker Max who finally decided to come on duty. I love him but come on it was almost 9:30! I said I was going to call our boss and tell him I am going home. He seemed ok about it.
I get back to the booth and call the boss. He is also ok with it, but I mean what else can you say? So I was waiting for Max. I put my lunch cooler in the car. All it had in it besides my books was my water. I went back inside after a few minutes I was feeling nauseated again so I went out to drink some water.
Now it is important to note that due to a variety of fucked up incidences in my childhood I have a deep shame associated with most bodily functions, especially if they are mine. Throwing up is definitely top of that list. So when i went outside and then proceeded to throw up all over the pavement right in front of the booth I really just wanted to shoot myself out of embarrassment. it did not help that shortly after Max pulled up and I had to ask him to go get a bucket of water to wash it away. He did.
Then a customer came up. Now I threw up a lot but it wasn't really all that gross because I had thrown up earlier so all this really was was water and bile so unless you knew it was vomit you would think someone spilled water... mixed with bile. No seriously it just looked like water, but I was still mortified.
To make matters worse while I was helping the customer Max poured the water on it which I was going to do. It just made me feel worse about it because I didn't take care of it myself.
The customer got all squared away and then he left. I was about to head out when both max and i spotted this little toad right by the booth. I was so sick that all I could really do was say "oh look a toad" The fact that I couldn't go chasing after it like I usually do I think convinced Max that I was really really sick. He even asked if I was ok to drive. Lol. but I was so I left. I made it home fine and slept really good.
That's my whole story, and why is it a rant? Because what the fuck being sick AGAIN!? this is bullshit
Another rant, my friend Andrea texted to let me know that my school carrel is yet AGAIN next to the slutty, bitchy, obnoxious girl in my class we call the Bun. Not happy.
Stupid freakin' monument to Metro maintenance..... my patrol car's transmission crapped out on me.... thankfully, just AFTER my prisoner transport... Shucks and other comments
It's okay... Savannah's got the budget to give our new City Manager a $40000 office, so everyone else must be getting taken care of, right? Right?!
Right.
Right.
Pfft, Tea Party doesn't want to pay them either.god you police officers will be next to riot? wait who do they call when that happens? the army?
Had a yard sale today. We moved this monstrous entertainment center made out of solid oak, and put it in the driveway to sell. It's ridiculously heavy and large, so I just want it gone. I put a $20 sign on it and made it clear I would not help folks move it/deliver it.
Here's where the problem comes in. A neighbor from the apartment complex next door comes over and offers me $5. I say no. He comes back an hour later, repeats the same offer. Again, no. This goes on and on all day long. Finally he gives in and says he'll pay $20. He brings a friend over, puts it on a handtruck, and starts to leave. I shout for him to give me the money first, but he swears he's going next door to get the cash. He wheels the thing away, and doesn't return. Then I hear banging. And more banging. I go to the other side of the fence, and there he is with the entertainment center on the ground, a hammer in one hand, and a crowbar in the other. He's prying the top half off because he couldn't get it to fit into his apartment (this thing is monstrous). Naturally I'm pissed since he hasn't paid a dime, so I go tell him to give me the money. He follows me back to the cash box and hands me a $20. That should be all, right?
Of course not.
He stands there with his hand out expecting change. I give him a look and say "What?" He starts screaming about how I owe him $15 in change, he never agreed to pay, he should get some kind of "neighbor discount," blah blah blah. All my family and friends stand next to me while I point out that he agreed to the listed $20 price, and I even repeated it back to him to make sure. Now he wants to get in my face and go apeshit. It's even more hilarious because I'm a big dude, he's a small older guy. I cross my arms, give him the "Are you fucking kidding me?' stare, and refuse to back down. Finally he gives up and walks away, swearing at me in another language.
I'm still waiting to see if he calls the cops. I had better not see a single thing on my house vandalized, either. Asshole.
Here's where the problem comes in. A neighbor from the apartment complex next door comes over and offers me $5. I say no. He comes back an hour later, repeats the same offer. Again, no. This goes on and on all day long. Finally he gives in and says he'll pay $20. He brings a friend over, puts it on a handtruck, and starts to leave. I shout for him to give me the money first, but he swears he's going next door to get the cash. He wheels the thing away, and doesn't return. Then I hear banging. And more banging. I go to the other side of the fence, and there he is with the entertainment center on the ground, a hammer in one hand, and a crowbar in the other. He's prying the top half off because he couldn't get it to fit into his apartment (this thing is monstrous). Naturally I'm pissed since he hasn't paid a dime, so I go tell him to give me the money. He follows me back to the cash box and hands me a $20. That should be all, right?
Of course not.
He stands there with his hand out expecting change. I give him a look and say "What?" He starts screaming about how I owe him $15 in change, he never agreed to pay, he should get some kind of "neighbor discount," blah blah blah. All my family and friends stand next to me while I point out that he agreed to the listed $20 price, and I even repeated it back to him to make sure. Now he wants to get in my face and go apeshit. It's even more hilarious because I'm a big dude, he's a small older guy. I cross my arms, give him the "Are you fucking kidding me?' stare, and refuse to back down. Finally he gives up and walks away, swearing at me in another language.
I'm still waiting to see if he calls the cops. I had better not see a single thing on my house vandalized, either. Asshole.
If you do start having stuff come up vandalized like that, I can offer a variety of solutions, some legal, some.... less than legal.
Thanks. I only say that because it has happened before in this neighborhood to other folks. A dispute led to someone getting their car windows smashed.
North_Ranger
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Yeah...
Didn't sleep too well last night. Didn't get any sleep before 3.30am and even then I kept waking up constantly, uncomfortable.
Went to bowling with the folks; having just started exercising properly after a lengthy convalescence, my knee started acting up and I had to sit out for a while.
Went for lunch afterwards, and were served slop in a place we used to frequent before.
Have been pissing bloody urine all day long, likely a result of the tumor acting up. Will go see a doctor if it persists. CT scan due in about two weeks.
And a good friend from State-side I was supposed to meet online after a lengthy absence didn't show up all night.
Yeah, this day could have gone a good deal better...
Didn't sleep too well last night. Didn't get any sleep before 3.30am and even then I kept waking up constantly, uncomfortable.
Went to bowling with the folks; having just started exercising properly after a lengthy convalescence, my knee started acting up and I had to sit out for a while.
Went for lunch afterwards, and were served slop in a place we used to frequent before.
Have been pissing bloody urine all day long, likely a result of the tumor acting up. Will go see a doctor if it persists. CT scan due in about two weeks.
And a good friend from State-side I was supposed to meet online after a lengthy absence didn't show up all night.
Yeah, this day could have gone a good deal better...
Hail, tree falling on it, or flooded?
Well, symptoms are acting up. There go my plans for today. :/
Despite numerous scrubbings with sanitizer, wipes, two showers and a fresh uniform... I can still smell the lady I had to wrestle with yesterday.
"Hon, I'm sorry, but I'm covered in sweaty fat woman."
"Ew. Shower before you come to bed."
"Ew. Shower before you come to bed."
Ugh, there is nothing worse than wrestling with a smelly vagrant. One of our tank regulars is a middle aged native guy who has 0 control over his bladder. The stench of rotting urine on the man is overwhelming to the point where our guard has to hose a blanket down in Odordestroyer and plug the tiny space under the tank door closed (it has it's own ventilation system, so they're not going to suffocate). He makes one of our other regulars who constantly shits himself smell like a dozen roses given by your sweetheart in the middle of a flowery valley on a fresh cool summer morning.
The worst part about him is he gets completely out of control when he's drunk and ALWAYS causes public disturbances.
The worst part about him is he gets completely out of control when he's drunk and ALWAYS causes public disturbances.
Ewwwwww!
Monday
Her: "I'm so tired."
Me: "You should go to bed earlier."
Her: "I will."
Monday night = Failure to go to bed earlier.
Tuesday
Her: "I'm so tired."
Me: "You should go to bed earlier."
Her: "I will."
Tuesday night = she puts on 4 hour movie. :/
Her: "I'm so tired."
Me: "You should go to bed earlier."
Her: "I will."
Monday night = Failure to go to bed earlier.
Tuesday
Her: "I'm so tired."
Me: "You should go to bed earlier."
Her: "I will."
Tuesday night = she puts on 4 hour movie. :/
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