Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!

So here I am, I've now been here 5 hours....Work's perfectly fine, if a bit boring. Too bad I have a horrible case of diarrhea, including an unpleasant "it's just a fart...Whoops, no", and well over a dozen bathroom visits over the past few hours.
If this was a regular work day, I'd be excusing myself and going home because I'm, frankly, sick. I know there's literally nobody to replace me, though, so....Huzzah. I won't be surprised if the people who work this night and tomorrow all find themselves with a stomach flu in a few days. -_-
So after working the Saturday shift, the guy who was supposed to fill in on Sunday also called in sick on Sunday morning. Yeah, fuck that. My boss went and did the Sunday shift.
ANd now, on Monday morning, I get called out at 7AM because one of my people is stuck in traffic -_- UGH.
Why can't people just work and do what they're supposed to?
 
Because people suck apparently. That's awful. They're very lucky that you're willing to work all those hours. I hope that you're getting overtime or something.
 
Because people suck apparently. That's awful. They're very lucky that you're willing to work all those hours. I hope that you're getting overtime or something.
AHahah. Nope. It's 100% volunteer work on my part -they get paid overtime, I don't. And I can't even take it back as recuperation.

Andn ow my boss is here yelling at me and complaining that "my" solution for Sunday wouldn't work so he came and all that jazz. Oh, and a bunch of other stuff he thinks I should've done, and a bunch of things he wants changed...Which I did that way because he explicitly told me to, overruling my personal choices in several cases.

Seriously, I need to get my curriculum up to date and start looking more actively for new jobs - this place is literally pushing me into a downwards piral way too fast and too deep. I want to just cry, but I can't, so I'm just sitting here fuming and staring daggers in my laptop screen. Not doing anything useful - which will no doubt give him some new ammo to shoot at me with.
 
So wait, THEY'RE getting paid the hours your're working when they refuse to come in? Fuck that and fuck them. Fire the lot and tell boss to kiss your ass.

YOU ARE BEING EXPLOITED. GET OUT. NOW.
 
I don’t think it’s quite that bad. He’s salaried and doesn’t get overtime when he works more than 40 hours a week. If they work over a certain number of hours or certain odd times and holidays they get paid overtime.

That said he’s still being exploited. I can’t think of any advice to give that hasn’t already been said, though, hugs are all I can offer...[DOUBLEPOST=1517227451,1517227302][/DOUBLEPOST]Ooh, hey, this is the correct thread for my whine:

5 kids with the stomach flu, and I’m feeling sick, but haven’t thrown up yet.

This is the time of year when we’re glad we have three toilets.
 
My sister decided to chew me out again for being on my anti-rejection meds.

No one chooses to be on a low dose of chemo weekly for fun. Trust me. I rejected my last biologic spectacularly and it was scary. Breathing trouble and burning skin scary. In addition to causing more pain scary. I need my family to support me, not second guess my meds constantly.

I asked a silly question about hair extensions and got a blast. She and I have the same disease, but to very different degrees. She was in remission in less than nine months and has already been released from her specialist's care. I've had it since I was 15 and have never been in remission.

She is now, after about a year, the world's leading expert in the field and tells me what to do at every turn re: medication and blasts me constantly because she doesn't like me being on weekly chemo. I don't like it either. Who would like that? No one chooses to be. But I lived through the rejection and I'm not risking it again. I'm not putting my husband and kids through that again. I'm well enough to be worrying about how my hair will look for returning to work. That's a lot better than not being able to breathe or move like I was last summer.

She's such an ass sometimes. Not every opinion must be shared.
 

GasBandit

Staff member
Firstiest of first world problems -

I bought a case of Dasani so I could have bottles of cold water in my new microfridge at work.

All of the bottles in this case have a manufacturer's defect, and they all lean 5 degrees to one side. They still stand up, but... they lean. It's irritating.
 
Inhaling a weasel so they can clean out your lungs is not an option no matter what they say or how loopy the medication makes you.
 
She didn't want me to call them that, either. Nor did she like me putting a purple kool-ade man on the label and calling them "Oh Yeah"
Having met your lovely wife, I don't know why she's being a stick-in-the-mud all of the sudden. ;)

Okay, how about something with a Prince theme? "Purple Rain" is too obvious. "Raspberry Beret"?
 

figmentPez

Staff member
This is funny because the pea blossoms I talk about here makes mead that looks like this:



I was going to label my bottles (when they are ready) "Purple Drank" but my wife put the kibosh on the idea.
It's puce. Is peas blossom code for "magical reindeer feed"? You'll have to let me know if you can fly after you drink it.

 
It's puce. Is peas blossom code for "magical reindeer feed"? You'll have to let me know if you can fly after you drink it.
Off topic, but there's a song called Sober Up by AJR that I'm hearing a lot on the radio. One of the lines is "My favorite color is you" - which I always sing as "My favorite color is puce" to make my kids laugh.
 
Not much to it, just that I'm already swamped at work, because my supervisor is a hot girl, and when one of my coworkers can't meet a deadline I'm usually the one who's asked to come to the rescue. It's fairly reasonable, because I'm the most experienced editor and I work the fastest. Also, theoretically I have the freedom to say no when I'm asked if I can help one of my coworkers out, if my current workload is too much already. But because my supervisor is a hot girl, I never decline.

And then I have friends and acquaintances and such outside of work, who ask me for help or favors. An old professor of mine, for example, had her hot assistant come ask me if I could help translate something. I said yes. An old friend of mine, who's very hot, asked me to proofread and edit a paper she's written, and I said yes. And just now I received a Facebook message from a female friend of mine asking if I could look through a presentation she needs to give in a few days. Naturally, I said yes, partially because her profile picture was recently changed to a photo of her in a bridesmaid's dress that leaves very little to the imagination.

All of this stuff will take time and effort to do. I can do them, but man, it's exhausting being such a nice guy.
 
It's puce. Is peas blossom code for "magical reindeer feed"? You'll have to let me know if you can fly after you drink it.
Butterfly pea blossoms are a blue flower from the butterfly pea plant. The plant is cultivated for both its peas and the flower. The flower has a bright blue compound which comes out easily when you soak the dried petals. But the cool thing is that the compound is ph reactive. In the presence of acid, it turns more purple. And all wines, including mead, are a little acidic :D[DOUBLEPOST=1517321500,1517321408][/DOUBLEPOST]
All of this stuff will take time and effort to do. I can do them, but man, it's exhausting being such a nice guy lecher.
FTFY
 
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