Post by ChillyMcFreeze on Aug 27, 2014 8:23:52 GMT -5
...or, Why Texting is a Terrible Medium.
I found out today that a $400 package I mailed in May has been lost in transit and I CANNOT get a human being on the phone at USPS. So I texted DH, "I quit today." He responds, "It's OK. We'll manage. We'll just cancel our NY trip and do something else for Christmas." And I'm all, WTH! What new fuckery has my mother come up with to foil our travel plans!!?? And then I put it together. He thought I quit my job today, as though that was something I would do without talking to him, and before 9 a.m. to boot. No dear, I just quit this particular day. Lord almighty. Though it's nice to know that the biggest ramification of my quitting would be a change in travel plans. Tempting...
I found out today that a $400 package I mailed in May has been lost in transit and I CANNOT get a human being on the phone at USPS. So I texted DH, "I quit today." He responds, "It's OK. We'll manage. We'll just cancel our NY trip and do something else for Christmas." And I'm all, WTH! What new fuckery has my mother come up with to foil our travel plans!!?? And then I put it together. He thought I quit my job today, as though that was something I would do without talking to him, and before 9 a.m. to boot. No dear, I just quit this particular day. Lord almighty. Though it's nice to know that the biggest ramification of my quitting would be a change in travel plans. Tempting...
I think my H expects an "I quit today" text from me every day.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
If my H texted me that response I would probably walk right on out of the office! I hate my clothes and need/want to shop, but the fashion thread is too overwhelming for me to even read through. I just need someone to figure out what looks best on me and tell me to buy it.
I was supposed to meet the cleaning service person for an estimate today but she didn't show. She's gonna try to reschedule for tomorrow. If tomorrow can't happen I'm just calling this one girl's mom who does it privately cuz I'm so sick of this bullshit and having to do all these damn estimates - and having to keep my house clean for them!!!
Post by Velar Fricative on Aug 27, 2014 10:12:11 GMT -5
Day 1 of living with the ILs and I already discovered that I can no longer be friends with them. I took a look in their pantry and they have cans and cans of various flavors of Shasta soda. SHASTA. That gross shit still exists??
I found out today that a $400 package I mailed in May has been lost in transit and I CANNOT get a human being on the phone at USPS. So I texted DH, "I quit today." He responds, "It's OK. We'll manage. We'll just cancel our NY trip and do something else for Christmas." And I'm all, WTH! What new fuckery has my mother come up with to foil our travel plans!!?? And then I put it together. He thought I quit my job today, as though that was something I would do without talking to him, and before 9 a.m. to boot. No dear, I just quit this particular day. Lord almighty. Though it's nice to know that the biggest ramification of my quitting would be a change in travel plans. Tempting...
I think my H expects an "I quit today" text from me every day.
I think he'd take you out for a fancy dinner and have LL Cool J serenade you if you did quit.
Post by meshaliuknits on Aug 27, 2014 10:34:31 GMT -5
My biggest concerns about this rapidly coming trip to Seattle adjacent is that
1) I will be extra crabby b/c we have to stay with the ILs in their house in nowhere since I need the soothing sounds of BART and sirens to sleep at night. And thus MIL will decide once and for all that I do hate her.
2) What knitting do I take? Do I take the stole that is a black hole? Or my current geek square? I'm worried the needles on those projects will freak out TSA and they will take them. Which could start a scene. Should I dig out/cast on a sock? I can't be without sleep AND yarn.
I found out today that a $400 package I mailed in May has been lost in transit and I CANNOT get a human being on the phone at USPS. So I texted DH, "I quit today." He responds, "It's OK. We'll manage. We'll just cancel our NY trip and do something else for Christmas." And I'm all, WTH! What new fuckery has my mother come up with to foil our travel plans!!?? And then I put it together. He thought I quit my job today, as though that was something I would do without talking to him, and before 9 a.m. to boot. No dear, I just quit this particular day. Lord almighty. Though it's nice to know that the biggest ramification of my quitting would be a change in travel plans. Tempting...
I think my H expects an "I quit today" text from me every day.
DH told me I could quit my last job when I was so miserable and we'd "make it work". I didn't quit, but it felt so good to know I could say "fuck you. I quit" at anytime with his support.
I'm sick and tired of the neighborhood girls knocking on our door/ringing our bell and asking to pet our dogs.
We had never met them before the first time and H let them do it! Now we have one dog recovering from surgery, and there's no way in hell I want her to get any more excited than she needs to.
Plus, who in their right mind goes up to a house with people you don't know and asks to pet their dog?!
I'm pissed that we as a nation have stopped talking about MH-17 and Russia. It's kind of a BFD.
I'm convinced the government is sweeping this under the rug. Whether it's because of the oil pipeline or some other reason I have no idea, but I'm really bothered by it. I will go put on my tin foil hat now.
The US and (especially) Europe don't want to upset the economic apple cart and are hoping to resolve this all diplomatically. Meanwhile Russia has literally invaded Ukraine and knows it is at war; the rest of the world is pretending it isn't. It's all rather Orwellian.
I went out to a bar last night, after a particularly long day at work with coworkers, instead of going home to be with H and DD. It was the first time I've done this in 2.5 years. It was weird. And awesome. I had a glass of water and was home by 9. Baby steps.
Today is one of those I hate working with my husband days. We're in a dispute over a work product that has no good solution. It's my job to tell him that what he created doesn't meet the procedural requirement, but I can't show him an example of what would. He's stuck because there is no good way to make it meet the procedure, but I can't sign it unless it does. I picture that the inevitable meeting with the manager to resolve this is going to look like a marriage counseling session.
I'm convinced the government is sweeping this under the rug. Whether it's because of the oil pipeline or some other reason I have no idea, but I'm really bothered by it. I will go put on my tin foil hat now.
The US and (especially) Europe don't want to upset the economic apple cart and are hoping to resolve this all diplomatically. Meanwhile Russia has literally invaded Ukraine and knows it is at war; the rest of the world is pretending it isn't. It's all rather Orwellian.
We are all facilitating groups of teachers twice a month, and two of the other people brought their groups bagels. Way to make the rest of us look bad, man. And of course, they're principals and I'm not, so I can't afford to keep up with the Joneses in this case. And this kind of shit matters to teachers, even though it shouldn't. Annoying.
Oh! And to IIOY's point about what we've stopped talking about as a nation, I've decided to stick my head in the sand and pretend there are no foreign policy issues our country needs to address. I can't handle any of it anymore; it's making me insanely anxious.