My brother's wife and best friend are planning a big surprise party for brother's 40th in December. He's 4hrs out of town, so it means a weekend trip. Sent my dad an email heads-up about it This morning my dad emailed back with a long-winded, cranky old man vent about how much my brother and his wife have already done this year, plus they're moving in November on top of this, why would wife and friend think this is ok to do, what crazy stuff will they pull in 2016.
Dude, I'm not behind the party, and I can't make my brother have a landmark birthday another year. Everybody is grown up here, and if they want to take on a big party right now, that's their deal. I'm just excited that DH and I may have a weekend to ourselves for this event.
HUGE screaming match today. I was at my limit of her telling me that she has to do my job in addition to hers. I was walking out to take a breather and she asked what the hell. I told her I need to take a fucking minute to calm down. She flipped at the F bomb (like I care). Told me to give my key back. Sure, bitch. Gave it back, she kept going on, I kept fighting back. I was shutting the computer down and she asked what I was doing. Um. I'm leaving dumbass. I think the reality hit her that a) she leaves day after tomorrow for two weeks, b) that I do my job and do it well, and c) she needs to quit fucking micromanaging me, trust me to do my job, and then let me DO my fucking job. I flat out told her b and c because fuck her if she's going to tell me I can't do my job.
Crazy bitch. She was supposed to be long gone to the other office by now and she's still fucking here and I'm murderous.
"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
My grandmother died this weekend. I have a cold. My whole torso hurts from puking. I literally drove the entire length of GA on Sunday, from the TN border to the FL line. I need a nap, a hair pat, and a pint of ice cream.
I'm Sorry for your loss. Sending you creepy internet hugs.
Post by laurenpetro on Oct 13, 2015 12:14:31 GMT -5
My father's wife's family had a Christopher Columbus party last night. I wanted to ask him if they invaded a bar without asking and stole all the food but he wouldn't have gotten it.
At my Target there is a cashier who is somewhere on the ASD spectrum. I've been in his line before and he's a good cashier, never seen a problem. He's just a bit socially awkward but nbd.
Today I was in his line behind another woman. She had a large order and when he went to hit the total key he accidentally hit the void button. He started to panic and grabbing at his face and rocking. I looked at the other woman as I could tell she was getting frustrated, but she looked right at hom and said it's okay. Don't worry about it. Let's start over.
I felt so terrible for the guy and was very relieved the lady was so nice about it.
Also, re: spiders in the car. Last Thursday night my H and I were driving to a meeting, and I screamed and pulled over (barely) and flung open the car door because there was a cricket just hanging out on the inside of the driver's side window. My husband said, "Just open the window and brush him out with your hand." Touch it with my hand? Uh, no.
Haha! We had a grasshopper in the car yesterday and Ben was screaming like a banshee. I had to be all Brave Mom and get rid of it without screaming myself.
I've discovered my line in the sand about bug removal. Centipedes. Those fuckers creep me out. I had h get rid of one on my behalf (I would have done it if he weren't here, but I had the legit excuse of cooking).
Whoa - that sounds terrible. What a crappy work environment!!!! I know your stories of work are often funny to us, but this sounds downright horrible. Sucks and I'm sorry.
Post by eponinepontmercy on Oct 13, 2015 14:45:13 GMT -5
My work group is going to the local Ronald McDonald House tomorrow to bake as a group. I happened to ask the admin what we were baking (when we packed snack bags there last year she went and bought all the stuff). She told me that we're all responsible for deciding what we're making and bringing ingredients.
Thanks for making that clear. I guess that's what they had done previously, but I only started last year. I'm glad I asked so I could find some recipes before we head out tomorrow.
I found a recipe for some butterscotch brownies that looks good and easy, and I'll find the lemon bar recipe I have at home.
Post by secretlyevil on Oct 13, 2015 20:31:31 GMT -5
Some day we're going to see gpw on the news. We should probably start a fund to take care of the board lawyers while they defend G on first degree murder charges.
Some day we're going to see gpw on the news. We should probably start a fund to take care of the board lawyers while they defend G on first degree murder charges.
I'm kinda hoping that jeaniebueller will come on down and convince the powers that be that it would justifiable homicide.
"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