I mean really there is always someone who has more to do than you. My aunt has 6 boys ten years apart. Because of that I can never be tired? Um no. Or because Obama has a pretty darn stressful job I can never really be stressed about my job? Of course not!
What about the troops, irish? WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE TROOPS?
My husband once posted a generic vent about work on FB. His dad's cousin chimed in with some bullshit about stop whining, you could have been in the military for 20 years, or something like that. Her husband spent 20 years in the Air Force as a meterologist and never once saw combat. But somehow his service meant that my husband could never complain? F that. I kind of loved it when a friend of ours chimed in and said, "I don't know you, but I did 2 tours in Iraq, and I still think everyone has a right to be pissed when his boss is an asshole or his coworker microwaves fish in the office."
I have a coworker who crockpots hard boiled eggs in the office kitchen every afternoon.
Wait... what?
Explain this to me. She cooks the eggs at work in a crockpot?
Yes. In the office kitchen (conveniently located next to my office and across the floor from hers). She used to microwave them, but I complained about the smell, so now she cooks them for hours. My B.
That's only in the afternoon. In the morning she is either cooking omelets on a hot plate or blending smoothies in the blender. She brings in all the appliances.
Explain this to me. She cooks the eggs at work in a crockpot?
Yes. In the office kitchen (conveniently located next to my office and across the floor from hers). She used to microwave them, but I complained about the smell, so now she cooks them for hours. My B.
That's only in the afternoon. In the morning she is either cooking omelets on a hot plate or blending smoothies in the blender. She brings in all the appliances.
Does this woman live in a home that is courthouse-daycare-filthy and therefore unfit for preparing and consuming food?
Post by lasagnasshole on Oct 22, 2013 9:18:11 GMT -5
Hard boiled eggs are one of the vilest substances on earth. I have to hold my breath when I'm near them. If someone were actually cooking them in my office, I would just go vomit all over his desk.
Eviently my sister wouldn't take a bottle so my mom was all, "good luck with that baby girl," when she went back to work. I guess she eventually accepted reality and took a bottle.
That's basically what I did with BoyLiu. We offered him a bottle several times while I was on leave and he was all "WTF IS THIS SHIT?!" and just let the milk drip out of his mouth. Because apparently he doesn't appreciate the effort I put in to get the milk into that bottle.
I dropped his behind off at daycare and said told her we hadn't been able to get him to drink from a bottle. She was all "oh, he'll drink." And drink he did.
Eviently my sister wouldn't take a bottle so my mom was all, "good luck with that baby girl," when she went back to work. I guess she eventually accepted reality and took a bottle.
That's basically what I did with BoyLiu. We offered him a bottle several times while I was on leave and he was all "WTF IS THIS SHIT?!" and just let the milk drip out of his mouth. Because apparently he doesn't appreciate the effort I put in to get the milk into that bottle.
I dropped his behind off at daycare and said told her we hadn't been able to get him to drink from a bottle. She was all "oh, he'll drink." And drink he did.
between that and potty training, daycare is worth it's weight in gold.