For the love of all that is holy....
can this flu be over? I've been sick since Tuesday.
I don't know the last time I was sick this long.
Today is the longest I've been conscious since it fully set in on Wednesday and I've only been awake five hours.
I wasted 5 no utes looking for my glasses at work. Them motherfuckers were on my head the whole time.
When you get spam emails with "My dear" as the subject line, causing your inner Invictus to flinch.
He/Him
@Tinuviel I sometimes get spam e-mails in greek... generated through Google Translate.
Those are the best. Yeah guys, you sound super legitimate. 
@Ghost said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
My apartment complex changed ownership, and apparently the new ownership wants to make it very clear that these are their homes; we just borrow them.
A few years back, I was on a trip in Italy. when I was in Venice, I was stuck without a hotel room for the night, so I just wandered around, taking in the sights in the snowy dark. Anyways, around 2 am, I came across a band in the street, playing tubas, trumpets and those big marching band bass drums, singing and being generally loud and obnoxious. I asked them what was up, and they told me a story very similar to yours, and they were just jamming outside their landlord's home because why not?
I don't have any advice or anything, just thought I'd share.
@SG That is advice! They need to learn to play the tuba!
I don't care that your child wants to play with it. It's my phone.
Lady, if your pre-teen girls are coming up in my face playing the "I'm Not Touching You" game, doesn't make them exempt from the "My Angry Snarling Is Also Not Touching Them" game. In fact it makes the opposite. One of the two of us is legally responsible for their behavior, and it's not me.
The following are a list of times that, as much as I love my cat, I do not need her to purr loudly while grooming my face:
9:30 PM while I am trying to sleep;
1 am;
3:40 am;
Half an hour before my 5:30 am alarm goes off.
Sigh. It is going to be a long day.
Two weeks of work, yaaaay.
Having to call folk and tell them to check their spam folder for instructions for things, boooo.
EVEN BETTER. Not five minutes after getting off the phone with said folk, they email me to add that they hardly ever pay attention to messages from us anyway.
@moth omg, wtf. what chain of thought would lead someone to send an email that says that?
The kind of chain wherein they purchase services for thing in January and they've completely forgotten about setting up something they PAID for by March.
One person only realized that they'd spent the money for it when doing their taxes. And they ignored the polite e-mail reminders about utilizing their services five minutes before they suddenly called and REMEMBERED.
Just... how ... does that even work?
I have been as sick as a dog since Wednesday evening of last week—so eight days now. Since Monday—so three days—I have had seven saltines, a mug of chicken broth, a small jello cup, and—my big achievement for today—a piece of toast with jam (which tasted like manna from heaven by this point).
Also a lot of pedialyte. Like, a lot.
I have been to the emergency room twice in the past week, one of those visits because the abdominal pain was bad enough that the doctor thought I might have appendicitis.
I am falling behind on work and burning PTO to cover my absence, I have no energy for anything that requires much in the way of conscious thought, and this spell of illness is kind of the crowning indignity to a frankly rather shitty month.
(Also, as a final indignity, almost everything I watch to pass the time while sick seems to have food in it. You do not truly realize how often people are eating sandwiches, discussing dinner, etc., in television shows and movies until you have not eaten much of anything for a week.)
a.k.a. Packetdancer (or "Pax" for short)
I know this feel. 
I went from a week-long bout of the flu into a sinus- and ear-infection. Thankfully I've still been able to eat...ish, but all I've wanted to do is sleep. And sleep.
...and sleep. I've missed work and raids in Destiny 2 with my clan. But boy oh boy have I gotten ahead on binge watching TV in bed!
Yay vertigo.
Typing up posts only to delete them because my inner voice says... No... That way is only pain.
@Jeshin Sometimes, it is best to just disengage.
There are days where doing the bookkeeping for a small business is a wonderful experience. And then days where it is just outright frustrating. Then days that piss me off entirely.
Particularly those days when payroll is due in 2 hours, none of the techs have turned in their two week time sheets, and you can't just say "well fuck'em they don't get paid this week." and submit payroll for the rest of the people who submitted everything on time.
Now I am stuck waiting for these lazy asses to get their information in, which could be as late as Wednesday, risking everyone else not getting their checks on time this week.
And...the company owner just tells me, "Well push them until they get it in." Because the smart decision is to tell 17 people you might not get paid on time this week because 3 other people can't do their GD paperwork.
While I love the fact that our long haired fluffy poofy cat adores sleeping with my preschooler--apparently she is a deep enough sleeper that she doesnt move as he pukes all over her and everything else in his bed at 2 AM. It is not fun cleaning up a puke cat and a puke kid. It has been a really fucking long 11 hours, I'll tell you.
Of COURSE it was the fluffy one. (She has super soft cotton long hair). Ugh.
Welp.
Shit head boss wins. Fired for reasons of "not a good team player." I had a coworker who had outright stated I was the only reason he was still at that job. I documented the hell out of shit. I communicated thoroughly. I got along with everyone.
But my boss constantly had vague shit about me not getting along with people. Never anything concrete. Never any actual situations. Just vague handwavium.
And I got fired for it.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
The kind of chain wherein they purchase services for thing in January and they've completely forgotten about setting up something they PAID for by March.
One person only realized that they'd spent the money for it when doing their taxes. And they ignored the polite e-mail reminders about utilizing their services five minutes before they suddenly called and REMEMBERED.
Just... how ... does that even work?
