If a school paper says I need to apply a recent job related decision I made to a decision making model - can I write the paper in first person? Or do I need to figure how to make it third person.
My brain is about to implode.
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If a school paper says I need to apply a recent job related decision I made to a decision making model - can I write the paper in first person? Or do I need to figure how to make it third person.
My brain is about to implode.
Well fuck. It turns out my wife who normally pays bills has stopped paying them and has just told me about it. Now I'm going through a big stack of mail, sorting out the bills and trying to piece together the financial picture. There's a bunch of late notices and hell, even a disconnect notice from the electric company from September (guess she paid that one). Looks like I'll be taking over bill payment from here on out.
That's nuts, Gud. Is this just her depression, or is she creating an art form out of being passive-aggressive?
This is passive-aggressive craziness. If she'd just said "you take over the bill paying" that would be one thing, but to stop paying them and not tell me. Plus, it looks like she's been behind on bill paying for a several months from what I'm seeing.
You know, Gud, I just feel like at this point she's trying to sabotage the marriage. She won't end it herself (though she wants to), and if she can't drive you away by being unceasingly critical then she's going to cause a crisis to precipitate the end.
But Teppy, Shroedinger put his cat in a box, not a cave.
I'm a Schroedinger's Teppy, not a Schroedinger's cat. I'm not small enough to fit in a box. Silly Jess.
I think I shall go make a cave out of my down comforter and maybe my alarm won't go off until June.
I'm not small enough to fit in a box.
Boxes come in all sizes.
I'm sorry, Gud. Your wife is exasperating me. I should hold my tongue.
Gud, I really don't get that.
Steph -- thing is, bears don't get to wear cherry print dresses. It's a huge tradeoff. I'd love to find a cave too (obviously, not the same one, since it defeats the point of the whole thing) but I'm too terribly attached to what's causing my problem.
Adulthood -- it's not for kids.
It's really not, is it?
Want to yell unprintable things at Mrs. G. Huh?!Worrying about money drives me insane in ways I can't tolerate. Tep, I hope you feel better soon.
I think I shall go make a cave out of my down comforter and maybe my alarm won't go off until June.
I hear they've made wonderful advances in unpluggability these days.