so, this gawker story is kind of sad. But the comments (with images) made me guffaw. NSFW.

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Good news for your dad, EpicTangent! My grandmother had an excellent 25 years after her quadruple bypass.

Jilli! You are a rock star!! Go you!

Juliebird, the ED wants you to work seven days? Yeah, no.

Aw, man. A coworker just let off a menthol bomb and then jetted, and it keeps getting more pungent.

Sorry, Jesse, if I wasn't clear. It's not as awful as that *shudder*. It's still a five day work week, but I am supremely uncool with work every Saturday. Not what I signed up for. Saturday does not have equal value with Monday in terms of time-off. That's one day less a week that I can spend time with friends. That's one day less a week that lines up with my family's work schedule if they visit (and they're planning to).

Part of the reason I told him I needed time to think is that I didn't the first time around (when I thought it was just for July and hadn't looked at my calendar) and because that was the first time ever that I seriously began thinking that, what with my apartment being sold and needing a new place to live, I might as well pack it up and go back to my parent's place while I looked for a new job. Even the evil former ED didn't have me tempted to just walk off the job.

I can assure that there are people who have trouble lasting 90 minutes and definitely cannot last 120.

If I didn't know people with impatient bladders existed, I probably wouldn't have hypothesised the existence of people that leave movies to use the bathroom. It's not really how I kill time.

I like this artist's concept of an abandoned tumblr [link] I wasn't expecting a "that's not what old websites or text files look like, though" objection to it. IO9 is a science fiction website. Things that aren't literal shouldn't be a far-fetched concept. Not liking things is perfectly sufficient and cromulent.

Man, my 4:30 meeting was never at 4:30 and I've still not heard back from my doctor's office on what stuff they have me scheduled for tomorrow. Do people just not have to report to anyone?

I used to be that person that, even if I peed right before the movie, I'd have to get up sometime during it. Now my method is to buy popcorn to absorb the water. I don't know if this is physically plausible, but at least as a placebo it seems to help. Of course then I feel sick after.

I totally end up needing to pee during a movie. Usually because I also have an enormous soda and those things don't go together well.

I've never been able to pee on request, not even after a palatable number of cups of water and within a reasonable amount of medical wait time, so the idea of making that transition in 150 minutes is foreign to me.

GOOD LORD, DOCTOR'S OFFICE. HOW MUCH LESS INFORMATION CAN YOU GIVE ME?

Going to the movies with other people throws me all off, because by myself, I have the routine down: Get there early, go to the bathroom, go to concessions, sit. Then usually I make it through the movie.

OMG, now I'm remembering AIT, when we all got woken up for a piss-test, except that I'd woken up early to pee, and then was unable to go for the important bit. I had to keep drinking water throughout the morning until I could (all alone, abandoned by my entire company who'd peed like normal people) and hours later the sergeant had remarked upon how I'd had the clearest pee she'd ever seen.