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Post by strumntheguitar on Aug 7, 2007 8:18:22 GMT -5
^^people actually do that? wow... that's pretty nuts. I hate the noise nail clippers make too.
I forgot to shave this morning, a combination of oversleeping and just not caring. Someone at work decided to comment on my "scruffiness" and said here at work they "hold high personal standards and self maintenance is very important." I stared at her and looked around and pointed out 4 out of the 7 other males in the visible workspace had full beards and she said "well it looks nice when it's a full beared and groomed. Yours is just the result of neglecting to shave." So, apparently when she commented on the hair on my face if I had said "Oh I'm just growing a nice full beard which I will trim every morning" she wouldn't have a problem with it. Since I was honest in saying "Well I figured it'd be better to show up on time than to be late and shaved" she decided to go apeshit.
I don't see why it matters anyways... the only person outside of the workplace that sees me all day anyways is the drive-thru slave at Wendy's
^^ That's SO stupid!!! Why does it matter if you are clean shaven or have a full beard? I personally think stubble is extremely sexy. I would rather see stubble than a beard with food in it!
I used to work with a guy that had a HUGE mustache that came below his lips and he would suck food out of it when he ate. PUKE!
Post by oatmealschnappz on Aug 7, 2007 11:36:03 GMT -5
strumntheguitar said:
^^people actually do that? wow... that's pretty nuts. I hate the noise nail clippers make too.
I forgot to shave this morning, a combination of oversleeping and just not caring. Someone at work decided to comment on my "scruffiness" and said here at work they "hold high personal standards and self maintenance is very important." I stared at her and looked around and pointed out 4 out of the 7 other males in the visible workspace had full beards and she said "well it looks nice when it's a full beared and groomed. Yours is just the result of neglecting to shave." So, apparently when she commented on the hair on my face if I had said "Oh I'm just growing a nice full beard which I will trim every morning" she wouldn't have a problem with it. Since I was honest in saying "Well I figured it'd be better to show up on time than to be late and shaved" she decided to go apeshit.
I don't see why it matters anyways... the only person outside of the workplace that sees me all day anyways is the drive-thru slave at Wendy's
Based on this and other things that you've posted in the past, I can only conclude that you work with a bunch of assh0les.
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John: We don't even understand our own music Spider: It doesn't, does it matter whether we understand it? At least it'll give us . . . strength John: I know but maybe we could get into it more if we understood it
Post by oleander124 on Aug 7, 2007 11:50:19 GMT -5
strumntheguitar said:
I stared at her and looked around and pointed out 4 out of the 7 other males in the visible workspace had full beards and she said "well it looks nice when it's a full beared and groomed. Yours is just the result of neglecting to shave."
Aren't ALL beards the result of neglecting to shave?
Post by lordrockinhood on Aug 7, 2007 11:59:14 GMT -5
People clip their nails on the subways and commuter rails all the time around here... makes me so nautious. Last time I flew, there was a guy doing it there too
i HATE public transportation!!!!! Last week was my first expierence with it where i live, cause my starter went, and i had to go to work. So my brother comes to fix it this weekend, and hegets it on, and its missing a bolt, which is the most important bolt in human history, the bolt that will allow the electrical current to start the car. He said he would come back sunday to fix it. It got to be about 6pm on sunday, and i havent heard from him. Send him a text and he is two hours away in NJ and said my dad was supposed to come finish it, but he never did, so my brother told me he would fix it yesterday. I had no bus money, so i called out of work, and waited for him all day, and he never came over, and never answered my text. I was pissed, still am. Had to get bus money from my roomate, and i tell you, it was the worst bus ride ever. 25% of people who rode the bus freak me out and smell, and its just not pleasant. maybe 26 years of driving has spoiled me, but no. This lil 'fucker' better come fix my 'shit ' today!
Post by lordrockinhood on Aug 7, 2007 12:22:30 GMT -5
strumntheguitar said:
stallion said:
Seriously Strum, it sounds like you work at Initech. Do your coworkers ask you if you're having a case of the Mondays?
well, actually... yes.
Some coworkers are cool, it's just all the people actually in charge suck.
It's exactly the same here... and if you are not bubbling over with happiness every morning, there's this one lady here who will always say to you , 'Well, SOMEONE'S not in a very chipper mood today," and when she says it, it always sounds like an accusation
ok - so yesterday - I get up at 4:30 a.m. and take my parents to the airport - they will be gone for 2 weeks. We are keeping their dog and bonsai tree (WTF?) Anyway - I have my parents mini-van. Was supposed to take it to their house last night - was too tired - so we kept it and I decided to drive it today instead of mine (which needs front end work done)
Anyway - drop 14 year old off to work the polls - go to another polling place to vote - only to find out that it is closed - so drive to another one to find out where to go - end up voting there - head for my doctor's appointment this morning (about my still broken foot)
Foot is doing well - still wants me to baby it for a few more weeks - I tell him that now my left ankle is killing me - he proceeds to tell me just how messed up my feet and ankles are - that I have fallen arches, bunions and any number of other problems. Like I did not know this alread????? Come on - I have a handicapped placard for my car - jeesh. Anyway - sends me for an MRI on the ankle to checl the tendons and ligaments because he thinks that is what it is - I wait TWO hours - people who came in after me are going ahead of me -
So I go ask WTF? and was told "Oh you are a work in - we are not sure when we will get to you" I have my 9 year old with me - it is lunch time - she has been an angel but is getting antsy - I finally told them I did not have the time to waste and they needed to schedule an actual appointment for me. I go back Friday at 1:40. So now I have to call my doc and change the appointment they scheduled for me for tomorrow to Monday - deal with my aching ankle until then, figure out how to tell my parents that I got rear ended in their van. (Not much damage - just a small hole (quarter sized) in the back bumper but it will have to be fixed.
ARRRGGGGHHHHHH
Oh and here I sit at work with a shit load of stuff to do - gonna apply for a new position that just opened - my boss is in a pissy mood and me telling him that did not help at all.
This word also has a underground meaning once you break it down. Let’s take “Bonn” for example and it actually turns into the word “Bone”. We all know gays use this word to describe the action of when they are fecal fisting their Cuban cabana boy at their sex bath house parties. Now let’s look at Roo, “Roo” is short for “Kangaroo”.So put the full true message together and you get“Bone a Kangaroo
This word also has a underground meaning once you break it down. Let’s take “Bonn” for example and it actually turns into the word “Bone”. We all know gays use this word to describe the action of when they are fecal fisting their Cuban cabana boy at their sex bath house parties. Now let’s look at Roo, “Roo” is short for “Kangaroo”.So put the full true message together and you get“Bone a Kangaroo
very true. vulgar text messages at random during the day are great, and help. Love it when im at work and recieve one of those vulgar text messages . . . lol
My friends and I have been talking about going camping for weeks. As my vaction time is limited and I have lots of people to visit, I've been trying to nail down plans. My one friend is a teacher and is off for the summer, another is on vacation also visiting her parents, and the other took the whole week off of work because both of us would be visiting at the same time. So here I am in New Jersey. I've been here all week. None of us have been working. My friends finally decide they want to go camping the only time that I said I had other plans and couldn't go. My plans changed a bit, but they knew weeks ago that I'd be busy. I've been hanging out with my family all week and could have gone any of these days. But I'm the one being selfish because I won't change my other plans? WTF?
Post by strumntheguitar on Aug 8, 2007 9:13:17 GMT -5
selfish (adj) sell-fish: Not doing what your friends want you to do because you've already given them ample time to do so during which they did not want to interrupt their plans which are more important than yours, apparently.
You know, ever since bonnaroo life has just been crapping on me. I'm a generally happy person and even under stress I can laugh and find the silver lining and all that shyt. Today I think I'm giving up and I really can't find the good in all this.
Since bonnaroo: a tree fell and took out half of my fence, my car had to be fixed (got away with only paying the $500 deductible, but $500 is still a LOT of $ to us), someone stole my husband's catalytic converter while he was at work, we somehow owe the IRS b/c my former employer wasn't doing the taxes correctly, and right after bonnaroo our AC just stopped being cold.
With all the other stuff, we've held off on the AC until today. I had talked to the guy who had serviced it for the last owners and negotiated him down to a $45 service call - not too bad, should have been over $100. As it turns out, the previous owners knew that this one thing wasn't up to code, and also that there was a leak. They didn't fix either. The leak continued (b/c we had no idea) and when it ran out, it blew out the compressor or something. So now, to have air conditioning, it's going to be probably a couple grand that we don't have.
Money problems are something that's not new... My husband and I have been worse off. What's hurting most is my faith in people. His catalytic converter being stolen for one - I've never understood how you could steal from someone like that and I never will. But also, we really got screwed by the previous owners. They were young, had an adjustable rate mortgage, and the story was that they just couldn't afford it anymore. Out of curiosity I just looked up the records on their new house - and it costs $50k more than ours. I feel like we were fed a line of bs and we took it and we smiled...
Sigh... so that's my grrrr... thanks for letting me vent so I don't bore any coworkers with it...
Post by oleander124 on Aug 8, 2007 13:07:16 GMT -5
I hate it when a proofreader goes behind my back to get something changed about an ad she doesn't like instead of bringing it to me to talk about. She even went so far as to query the ad back to sales to get it changed. I liked the ad. My supervisor liked the ad. The customer requested it, so I did it. She didn't understand what one little part of the graphic was, so she delayed this ad getting done by an entire week. Feathered hair stanky breath crooked knees bass ackwards redneck.
