Ooops, didn't need to say that twice.
Don't let the space bugs bite!
Kaylee ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Katerina Bee - Feb 06, 2015 1:32:33 pm PST #16796 of 30002
Herding cats for fun
JZ - Feb 06, 2015 1:32:44 pm PST #16797 of 30002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, ugh, bonny. I'm sorry. That sounds utterly shit-stained. Does the manager have some secret giant trauma going on that he's trying not to tell anyone about and it's leaking out around the edges and poisoning everything? That's the only reason I can think of for him suddenly going full-tilt asshole out of the blue.
Unless he's always been listing asshole-ward and today happens to be the day he reached his tipping point.
sj - Feb 06, 2015 1:56:39 pm PST #16798 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Bonny, I have often thought that it sounds like you do so much work for that business and handle so much b.s. for it, that you should just have your own business.
I got out of the house today! In my own car that I was able to drive myself. Right in time to be snowed in again this weekend. I was honestly feeling so very trapped. Now I'm home and exhausted. I picked up a already cooked chicken for dinner so that cooking would be less work for TCG.
Burrell - Feb 06, 2015 2:25:11 pm PST #16799 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
NOT SHOCKINGLY, my mother was the WORST about that, Burrell.
Not shocking AT ALL!
She was Not Fond of my name choices, and kept suggesting shit like Sandee. (Two Es)
Which I will forever write in my head as "Big 'S', small 'a', small 'n', Big 'D', little 'e', 'little 'e' with a star on top of it."
Franny was of course Buffistina Monkeypants back during her utero days.
beekaytee - Feb 06, 2015 2:44:47 pm PST #16800 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant
Does the manager have some secret giant trauma going on that he's trying not to tell anyone about and it's leaking out around the edges and poisoning everything?
Yes! You got it in one.
He has been listing asshole-ward for the entire time I've known him. I finally got wise and stopped trying to be his friend, but that has not made me immune to his emotional shenanigans.
Truth to tell, he has no life outside the company and, it is assumed, feels threatened by me. The thing is, he was this way before I came on but the owner just. won't. fire. him.
Just a couple of days ago, I was singing about how I have been loving the job more these days than ever in my time with them. Today, totally not.
Also, this is the day I sent a letter to my landlord, outlining the repairs that need to be made and that I will be taking legal action if he does not respond. I'm all shaky inside about it.
I had a courier deliver the letter because, it turns out that the certified letters I send him, (which he refuses to pick up at the post office) do not constitute legal delivery of anything.
The courier dispatcher chuckled when she asked where I was delivering the letter and my response was "20 feet from my door."
Could I ask or some housing ~ma?
I have lived here for 16 years and love the area, if not the problems with the place and the terrible landlord. I am ready, however, to see what it feels like to live somewhere without this struggle.
The iconic nature of having TWO men in my life who have treated me unjustly and have gotten away with it for a long time, is not lost on me.
I just wish I could figure out whatever this lesson is so I can get the hell over it and move on.
Beverly - Feb 06, 2015 2:52:18 pm PST #16801 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Bonny, tons of whatever makes it better~ma wafting your way. Tons.
Yay escaping the house, in your own car, that you drove yourself, sj. No mean feat. I am admire!!
P.M. Marc - Feb 06, 2015 3:08:08 pm PST #16802 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Better future however, ~ma, Bonny.
Which I will forever write in my head as "Big 'S', small 'a', small 'n', Big 'D', little 'e', 'little 'e' with a star on top of it."
AS ONE DOES!
sj - Feb 06, 2015 3:08:16 pm PST #16803 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, Beverly. My usual fear of falling on ice is so much worse this year because I'm not just worried about hurting myself.
Ginger - Feb 06, 2015 3:13:31 pm PST #16804 of 30002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I just wish I could figure out whatever this lesson is so I can get the hell over it and move on.
I think the lesson is "move on."
There was a fatal accident on 285. They closed four lanes and let traffic crawl by in the emergency lane. I tried an alternate route, but so did everyone else. I left the transfusion place at about 4:45 and got home at 7.
DavidS - Feb 06, 2015 3:16:35 pm PST #16805 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
She was Not Fond of my name choices, and kept suggesting shit like Sandee. (Two Es)
Esther's wrongness is epic!
Sharknado J. Smith, of Craptacular Falls. Sounds about right.
Heh. (Still chuffed to see Katie Bee and so many old friends here.)
Franny was of course Buffistina Monkeypants back during her utero days.
Yeah! And Ple was going to have a lemur according to the sonogram.