[Rant] Minor Rant III: For a Few Hollers More

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My parents have had separate bedrooms since I was in high school. They went through a phase where they hated each other. According to my brother, they're actually making up for lost time now, though.
 

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I've only seen a couple of episodes of Big Bang Theory, but I wish people would stop telling me I'm Sheldon. My wife just saw it for the first time last night, and even she said, "Whoa, that guy is you!" That is not how I see myself in my own head at all, and given the way everyone else reacts to him, it's not exactly a favorable comparison.
 
The things I saw made me do a 180 and go back to bed, suddenly not thirsty anymore.
My room was right next to my parents' room. Dad worked nights. He would sometimes flip the hallway light on when he used the bathroom (right across the hall from my room) and it would wake me up. I'm the kind of person that once I'm awake I have trouble getting back to sleep. The first time I heard them, I guess I was about 12 or so, I honestly ended up running across the hall to retch.
 

GasBandit

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I've only seen a couple of episodes of Big Bang Theory, but I wish people would stop telling me I'm Sheldon. My wife just saw it for the first time last night, and even she said, "Whoa, that guy is you!" That is not how I see myself in my own head at all, and given the way everyone else reacts to him, it's not exactly a favorable comparison.
Could be worse. You could be Wolowitz.
 
I wish someone would compare to someone personality wise. Everybody just compares me to Santa, the Unabomber, Zach Galifanakis, the list goes on. I GET IT! I HAVE A BEARD! THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN MY BEARD WIELDING!
 
I wish someone would compare to someone personality wise. Everybody just compares me to Santa, the Unabomber, Zach Galifanakis, the list goes on. I GET IT! I HAVE A BEARD! THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN MY BEARD WIELDING!
A yappy dog?

A 15 year old?

You get compared to a lot of things.
 
My Parents took in my Brother's dog when he lost his house. This week that dog ran off. My parents did not tell my brother that his ex-dog was missing for several days. The tags still had my bro's number on it, so he found out his dog ran away from a complete stranger.
 
The sheer... fucking... STUPIDITY of people.... I know that this shouldn't come as a surprise to me, but seriously?! Damned near had a fucking riot at one of our malls (the newer one that, ironically enough, no-one goes to), over a fucking SHOE SALE. There was an overage of people against the number of shoes by at least a factor of 10, and they STILL kept coming. Then the store cancelled the sale, and folks DIDN'T believe it, hanging around and waiting to see if they'd just been playing.

OVER SOME DAMNED SHOES?! FUCKING CHRIST there are some SAD people out there if they're fighting and robbing over some shitty tennis shoes that will end up in a box or on display, rather than fulfilling their designed function.

I own 4... make that 5 pairs of shoes. My black boots for police work. My coyote tan Marine boots (that are, after 7 years, STILL the most comfortable pair of shoes I own), a pair of running shoes, a pair of moccasins for when it's cold, and a pair of sandals for when it's warm. It's that simple.
 
The sheer... fucking... STUPIDITY of people....
I work for a place that is famous for having lines whenever we get something new. And the mall will set up poles to direct traffic here so we don't block the neighboring stores.
But OH GOD HELP US if the Finish Line across the hall has SOME NEW NIKE RELEASE WHARGAARLGLGLBLBLBLLBLL. The Mall staff will break out ropes and giant plastic traffic barriers to block off car and foot traffic from piling up at the doors and there is still chaos for the dozen or so pairs of limited edition autographed gold-plated shoes the store actually receives.

--Patrick
 
I've only seen a couple of episodes of Big Bang Theory, but I wish people would stop telling me I'm Sheldon. My wife just saw it for the first time last night, and even she said, "Whoa, that guy is you!" That is not how I see myself in my own head at all, and given the way everyone else reacts to him, it's not exactly a favorable comparison.
This. So very much this.

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My ebay buyer for my iPhone 4's is not paying. The same buyer bought both. This buyer has 100000 feedback or so, and given that ebay has removed negative feedback, it's all positive. However, reading the actual "positive" feedback, I see that this buyer has a habit of this. Most of the feedback is good, but there's a definite pattern. I have a feeling this company has some sort of auto-bidding robot that bids on iphones, because all the feedback is for iPhones. It looks like they pick and choose the winners they like and ignore the rest.
 
Yeah, but the abuses of no negative feedback have been just as bad. Ebay is a nightmare for sellers right now. You have zero rights.
 

Cajungal

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These are the kinds of things that make me hate the holidays:

1. Being an elementary teacher around Christmas. You have to attend some stupid Christmas program the kids and some teachers put on. It's for the parents. I don't give a crap if your kid can sing "The First Noel," but I'll go and pretend. It's not like I have shit to do this close to Christmas.

2. Parents are hosting another party. Last year's was about 4-5 hours. They insist on doing a White Elephant gift exchange after lunch. This job is hard. I'm at work for 10 hours every day, only to often go home and do more work for, guess who, your kids. Want to show your appreciation? Let me leave on Friday at noon like everyone else. I don't need a card; I don't need a present; I don't need a catered lunch. I just want my goddamned time. I earn my time. These freaking mothers, I know they're trying to be nice, but spending money isn't the only way to do good. I don't want to be your excuse for unpacking the good silver.
 
These are the kinds of things that make me hate the holidays:

1. Being an elementary teacher around Christmas. You have to attend some stupid Christmas program the kids and some teachers put on. It's for the parents. I don't give a crap if your kid can sing "The First Noel," but I'll go and pretend. It's not like I have shit to do this close to Christmas.

2. Parents are hosting another party. Last year's was about 4-5 hours. They insist on doing a White Elephant gift exchange after lunch. This job is hard. I'm at work for 10 hours every day, only to often go home and do more work for, guess who, your kids. Want to show your appreciation? Let me leave on Friday at noon like everyone else. I don't need a card; I don't need a present; I don't need a catered lunch. I just want my goddamned time. I earn my time. These freaking mothers, I know they're trying to be nice, but spending money isn't the only way to do good. I don't want to be your excuse for unpacking the good silver.
Try doing all that (my wife is a middle school teacher) plus having three kids in extra curricular act ivies. So far we've had 3 concerts, 2 talent shows in the past 2 weeks, 3 Christmas Parties and it's not even the 24th....

Basically, -I feel you guuuurl-
 

Cajungal

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Yeah, I'm glad I at least only have to worry about my own shit. I can't even fathom running around for myself and a tiny, helpless person. I feel bad complaining about something people are doing to try and be nice, but a party right after a half day of school is just a stupid idea.
 
2. ...Want to show your appreciation? Let me leave on Friday at noon like everyone else. I don't need a card; I don't need a present; I don't need a catered lunch. I just want my goddamned time. I earn my time. These freaking mothers, I know they're trying to be nice, but spending money isn't the only way to do good. I don't want to be your excuse for unpacking the good silver.
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[DOUBLEPOST=1355849949][/DOUBLEPOST]Today is the Christmas program at Noah's school. The PTO has a breakfast for everyone at 8am. The show doesn't start until 9am. I will be sitting there trying to entertain my 3 year old for an hour and a half while we wait for her brother's performance because there are about 8 classes of younger kids who will perform first. Not to mention the 3rd &4th grade Ukulele Club who usually open the show with two songs. I'd come fashionably late, but parking at the school is fairly limited.
 
Yes, Mother, I'm still having chemo next week. Yes, Mother, I still have CKD. No, Mother, there isn't a magic pill the doctors can give me to make this all go away. Yes, Mother, I would love to move back to the US and be with my family but I won't have insurance down there and my medicine is expensive.
Yes, Mother, you are getting on my last nerve. Is my banging my phone against my desk a clue? :mad:
 

North_Ranger

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I know, Emrys. My mom tends to get away with her worry-warting, mainly because we've an agreement: we've agreed not to keep secrets from one another, and if we do get mad, we know it's just the situation. Mainly that means she understands that it's the pains talking when I run out of patience with her and snap at her.

They mean the best, I do believe. It's hard, knowing your own child is in pain and not being able to do much about it.
 
I know. I know she means well and that she loves me and she's just doing this because she's worried about me and doesn't want me to hurt. I just get frustrated when she calls and asks me the same questions for days in a row. Then the frustration and pain get the best of me and I snap at my mom, which makes me feel crappier.
<sigh>
Thanks for listening, everyone. I just needed to rant.
 
I was in an accident last week (rear ended). I'm fine, but the guy who hit me had to be around my age, maybe younger. Hope this doesn't fuck up his holidays too much. Shit happens.
 
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