Oh N.N, this is awful...
I hope he doesn't get another cent from you--is there any way you can talk to these people to let them know what has been happening?I Am Angry Today Because . . .
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I hope he doesn't get another cent from you--is there any way you can talk to these people to let them know what has been happening?
What a jerk (him, not you). I think you've been took, lovey. As much as you hate it, start looking right now, and for heaven's sake don't give him ANY money. I want to kick that arsebasket right in the sweets for you.
Every other Thursday is the day that our recycle is picked up. This morning was the day. Those fools were here at 4:38 AM! WTF???
What skim said. (((((n_n)))))
I'm angry today because I burnt the roof of my mouth on a pizza.
HATE it when that happens!
The worst part isn't the pain really but the dead skin. Ick!
Plus, it hurts for a coupla days after.
It isn't a really bad case this time, thank goodness.Plus, it hurts for a coupla days after.
You cannot afford to stay there Nottie. You will end up on the street with him if you do not make other plans. Do not pay anymore rent on this disaster....and do not give him any money. He is a leech. Sorry my dear.
Today I am angry because Netflix stopped The Stand mini series from instant streaming
On June 29 the article "The Essential Guide to Streaming Stephen King" appears on Stephen Kings facebook page, I read the article and discover you could watch The Stand on Netflix instant view. I watched an episode and figured I could watch the rest after the busy forth of July weekend; I went to watch an episode today and it could no longer be viewed on instant streaming.
Netflix could at least give a one or two week notice saying "on instant view until this date x/x/xx" when they are getting ready to pull a show out of instant view.
On June 29 the article "The Essential Guide to Streaming Stephen King" appears on Stephen Kings facebook page, I read the article and discover you could watch The Stand on Netflix instant view. I watched an episode and figured I could watch the rest after the busy forth of July weekend; I went to watch an episode today and it could no longer be viewed on instant streaming.
Netflix could at least give a one or two week notice saying "on instant view until this date x/x/xx" when they are getting ready to pull a show out of instant view.
I am angry today because of a co-worker. I work in Engineering as most of you know.
Have for years and years. I sit across from the secretary.
In comes this guy. Sing-songy voice. Good Morning Ladies !
Spies my computer screen, comes over.
"Oh!! Lookie, you have drawings up on your screen!"
Um, yeah.. (that's what I do)
" Good for you" (sing songy voice)
Pats my back.
" But the question is - Do you have any idea of what you are looking at?"
arrrgh. No idiot - I am just looking at all the pretty colors.
Deep breath.
Explained to him in my best technical words what was on the screen and why.
Jerk.
Have for years and years. I sit across from the secretary.
In comes this guy. Sing-songy voice. Good Morning Ladies !
Spies my computer screen, comes over.
"Oh!! Lookie, you have drawings up on your screen!"
Um, yeah.. (that's what I do)
" Good for you" (sing songy voice)
Pats my back.
" But the question is - Do you have any idea of what you are looking at?"
arrrgh. No idiot - I am just looking at all the pretty colors.
Deep breath.
Explained to him in my best technical words what was on the screen and why.
Jerk.
I have a gap between my two front teeth and that's where I burn with pizza.
I am mad today.
A few weeks ago I picked up some wood putty to fix a few small holes. Today, I finally decided to do it. Washed the floor, let it dry, searched out the scraper I bought to use. Open the jar....and the seal is broken and half the freaking putty is missing.
There is enough left, but what if whoever used it didn't clean their floor first, or had mold? Or used their dirty fingers?
No wonder everything has to be triple sealed.
A few weeks ago I picked up some wood putty to fix a few small holes. Today, I finally decided to do it. Washed the floor, let it dry, searched out the scraper I bought to use. Open the jar....and the seal is broken and half the freaking putty is missing.
There is enough left, but what if whoever used it didn't clean their floor first, or had mold? Or used their dirty fingers?
No wonder everything has to be triple sealed.
Dropped my cell phone and shattered it today. It had the protector surrounding it and I've dropped it several times before and nothing happened. It hit the cement "just right" - on the bottom corner and it shattered and spread all the way up. I couldn't've done that again if I tried. I had to spend three hours at Verizon - only one employee there. Ended up spending an absurd amount of money for a phone that is a downgrade.
Unfortunately, that's not the worst part. I was talking to the representative about transferring contacts and pictures, I have a picture of my Sadie as a screensaver. I glanced down at my old phone, saw the picture and started bawling - right there in the middle of the store, just out of nowhere! I tried to explain myself, but was so incredibly embarrassed. She was extremely kind about the whole thing, but I gave her a $20 tip when I left (all the cash I had or I probably would've given her more). I am a train wreck.
Unfortunately, that's not the worst part. I was talking to the representative about transferring contacts and pictures, I have a picture of my Sadie as a screensaver. I glanced down at my old phone, saw the picture and started bawling - right there in the middle of the store, just out of nowhere! I tried to explain myself, but was so incredibly embarrassed. She was extremely kind about the whole thing, but I gave her a $20 tip when I left (all the cash I had or I probably would've given her more). I am a train wreck.
Oh, hang in there baby girl, I'm so sorry.
Oh. Morgan. So sorry about the phone. Been there with pictures of my "Spideyman/ Gismo and Mack. Do you know it took months to go back into a PetSmart store and not get all teary-eye. And, it still happens on certain occasions-- years later. I send inner peace.
Next time have what this guy's having: Texas Businessman Recovers Cellphone That Fell From Plane « CBS Dallas / Fort Worth
Must I restrict this to today? It's now August and I've been anxious since at least December 2013 and pissed off since at least December 2014!
Practically no one signed my White House Freedom of Speech petition, not even friends and relatives! People are shooting each other over newspaper cartoons, mass shootings in theaters and even churches, shooting protected lions for trophies, not to mention it seems Atticus Finch was a closet racist all these years and now the secret is out! (Haven't finished my rereading of To Kill a Mockingbird yet, let alone get hold of the sequel.) I posted a few concerns on my Facebook page and my cousin posted a nasty note asking if I spent my life upset (which actually wasn't that far out of line). Over a year ago (June or July) my sister revealed evil plans for my future and I have worried nonstop ever since. If Bill Cosby is a serial rapist, well who knows who else is what?
The one thing which makes me feel somewhat better is working outside, from which I have been hounded unmercifully all year. Soon after the weather got good enough to go out, I was stricken with severe creeping crud and not only felt lousy but coughed for months. I couldn't even do a simple job like dusting one bookshelf without coughing so hard I saw stars. Just as I began to recover, my niece graduated from college so I spent some time out of town for that. Then we had 100º+ weather every day for 16 days straight during which I could barely move. Around the time the weather improved, I had to drop everything to get ready for reunion weekend for my high school reunion during which we had 11, that is nine guests plus me and my mom. I had to let go most of the watering, but continued to water some climbing roses I transplanted which are not doing well. Somebody (no one admitted who) turned the sprinkler the wrong way, so it missed the roses on both ends and hit the shed window, soaking some cardboard boxes. The only person who expressed the least concern was my sisters' friend from England, because anything that happens, either to anything I care about, or that makes a mess causing me more work, is just a big joke to everybody, the reason being no matter how much more they have than I do, they don't think I deserve whatever I have.
The reunion went well, the weather was nice, I felt good, and wasn't too humiliated in front of my classmates through being less successful than most. Just as everyone left and I started trying to catch up on all I hadn't done so far this year, I developed a horrible pain in my back. I saw a chiropractor which improved a lot of it, but one place on the lower left side is absolutely awful--apparently a pinched nerve. The day before I went to the chiropractor I thought I'd try to do some outside work sitting on the ground, so I wouldn't have to bend over or lift much. After only half an hour it was all I could do to pull myself up using a post and stagger to the house howling in agony. Right after I left the chiropractor I went to the city cemetery to do some watering as usual with a 2-gallon can. I barely made it home in the car and collapsed on the couch for two hours. Also the 100º+ weather is back, doubtless to stay.
I ordered one of those Tens pain therapy units. The refills came Thursday, the batteries Friday, and I expected the unit itself Saturday, but no, they say it won't be here till next Saturday! I reached max gross load and went to the emergency room.
After my best helper passed away last fall (his grave is one of those I take care of) I tried to find others and got several nutses and yutzes. One very good, but he has gone to Kansas and says he may stay. Another very good, but can't do anything till September--my previous helper almost always came over the next day. Another really good, he is moving to Montana due to restrictive state laws. The other day I had to recruit a couple of LDS missionaries to carry out a trash can I couldn't lift. It was humiliating.
Repeat: gardening is the only way I take my mind off of how horrible everything is, and even that doesn't always work, and now I can barely do anything outside with the utmost caution! I just see everything being taken from me and have begun dreaming about how many of my things would fit in a shopping cart, what I would take, and where I would take it. I have a doctor's appointment on Monday.
People think I am a horrible person because I don't add big bucks to the economy, and some bastard has $50,000.00 to shoot a lion! Another bastard has $1.75 million to tear down Ray Bradbury's house which should have been the Sistine Chapel of literary shrines. (Which incidentally his heirs agreed to sell--another can of worms.) At least I can channel some of my aggression into hating their sorry guts! And have a nice day!
Practically no one signed my White House Freedom of Speech petition, not even friends and relatives! People are shooting each other over newspaper cartoons, mass shootings in theaters and even churches, shooting protected lions for trophies, not to mention it seems Atticus Finch was a closet racist all these years and now the secret is out! (Haven't finished my rereading of To Kill a Mockingbird yet, let alone get hold of the sequel.) I posted a few concerns on my Facebook page and my cousin posted a nasty note asking if I spent my life upset (which actually wasn't that far out of line). Over a year ago (June or July) my sister revealed evil plans for my future and I have worried nonstop ever since. If Bill Cosby is a serial rapist, well who knows who else is what?
The one thing which makes me feel somewhat better is working outside, from which I have been hounded unmercifully all year. Soon after the weather got good enough to go out, I was stricken with severe creeping crud and not only felt lousy but coughed for months. I couldn't even do a simple job like dusting one bookshelf without coughing so hard I saw stars. Just as I began to recover, my niece graduated from college so I spent some time out of town for that. Then we had 100º+ weather every day for 16 days straight during which I could barely move. Around the time the weather improved, I had to drop everything to get ready for reunion weekend for my high school reunion during which we had 11, that is nine guests plus me and my mom. I had to let go most of the watering, but continued to water some climbing roses I transplanted which are not doing well. Somebody (no one admitted who) turned the sprinkler the wrong way, so it missed the roses on both ends and hit the shed window, soaking some cardboard boxes. The only person who expressed the least concern was my sisters' friend from England, because anything that happens, either to anything I care about, or that makes a mess causing me more work, is just a big joke to everybody, the reason being no matter how much more they have than I do, they don't think I deserve whatever I have.
The reunion went well, the weather was nice, I felt good, and wasn't too humiliated in front of my classmates through being less successful than most. Just as everyone left and I started trying to catch up on all I hadn't done so far this year, I developed a horrible pain in my back. I saw a chiropractor which improved a lot of it, but one place on the lower left side is absolutely awful--apparently a pinched nerve. The day before I went to the chiropractor I thought I'd try to do some outside work sitting on the ground, so I wouldn't have to bend over or lift much. After only half an hour it was all I could do to pull myself up using a post and stagger to the house howling in agony. Right after I left the chiropractor I went to the city cemetery to do some watering as usual with a 2-gallon can. I barely made it home in the car and collapsed on the couch for two hours. Also the 100º+ weather is back, doubtless to stay.
I ordered one of those Tens pain therapy units. The refills came Thursday, the batteries Friday, and I expected the unit itself Saturday, but no, they say it won't be here till next Saturday! I reached max gross load and went to the emergency room.
After my best helper passed away last fall (his grave is one of those I take care of) I tried to find others and got several nutses and yutzes. One very good, but he has gone to Kansas and says he may stay. Another very good, but can't do anything till September--my previous helper almost always came over the next day. Another really good, he is moving to Montana due to restrictive state laws. The other day I had to recruit a couple of LDS missionaries to carry out a trash can I couldn't lift. It was humiliating.
Repeat: gardening is the only way I take my mind off of how horrible everything is, and even that doesn't always work, and now I can barely do anything outside with the utmost caution! I just see everything being taken from me and have begun dreaming about how many of my things would fit in a shopping cart, what I would take, and where I would take it. I have a doctor's appointment on Monday.
People think I am a horrible person because I don't add big bucks to the economy, and some bastard has $50,000.00 to shoot a lion! Another bastard has $1.75 million to tear down Ray Bradbury's house which should have been the Sistine Chapel of literary shrines. (Which incidentally his heirs agreed to sell--another can of worms.) At least I can channel some of my aggression into hating their sorry guts! And have a nice day!