You know I'm trying not to complain today (No Complainin' Friday!) but my coworker is so freaking rude it makes me crazy! Sometimes it's funny but I'm super irritated about it right now. It's like no one ever taught him how to use a phone or, really, any manners at all. grrrrr (he just called me and his greeting was a barked "Who's this?!" and then I called him back to tell him he should maybe say "Hello" first he said sarcastically "I'll work on that and hung up on me.") I know he's probably like a bit autistic or whatever and we basically get along but I am so very annoyed right now I just want to go up and smack his asshole face.
okay..
am done complainin'!
I'm having Thai food with my husband for lunch.
He's not ready to leave work yet.
HUNGRY NAOW.
I'm trying to figure out the logic by which some of the power companies are charging everyone a new (small) fee so as to reimburse retailers for selling "discounted" CFL bulbs, but only at a very few locations. [link]
My head doesn't wrap.
I'm trying to figure out the logic by which some of the power companies are charging everyone a new (small) fee so as to reimburse retailers for selling "discounted" CFL bulbs, but only at a very few locations
Yeah, I didn't get that at all either.
"Aimee's face would make a freight train take a dirt road."
I can't even figure out what that means and I still want to stab him.
Huh. And I was just lauding the local power company for subsidizing cfl bulbs. We paid about half for ours. Yet to see how they hold up, because the power isn't on to the house yet.
Umm....
Dog retrieves his best friend - a cat buried in the garden
A pet dog missed the family’s dead cat so much that he dug up his grave and brought the body back into the house.
When Oscar’s owners woke up the next morning they discovered the dog curled up beside Arthur, the late cat, in his basket.
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“Then he pulled him into the basket and went to sleep next to him. Arthur’s coat was gleaming white. Oscar had obviously licked him clean. It must have taken him nearly all night.”
Arthur is now reburied in a secure grave. And Oscar has a new playmate, a kitten called Limpet.
Liese, the problem is here in Baltimore, you can get them at THREE locations. Only three. Not three retailers. Three actual stores. For savings equivalent to the fare it costs to take the damned bus out to one of those locations.
It isn't a discount, and I resent BGE for calling it that. It's a subsidy. They can charge me forty cents a month for breathing if they want. But they need to be prepared to take shit for it and not act like they are doing me some damned favor.
Why are there stupid people? And how do they get hired into technical positions about which they have absolutely. no. fucking. clue?
