Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.
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I liked stuffed animals.
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Flailing in a panic for eleventy billion minutes because you can't find the signed sole source form that needs to go with this contract. Maybe it's in a previous year's file! Maybe it's been moved! Is it in my email? Why isn't it in my email? I archive all of this stuff!
stupid the contract is for 1k, there is no sole source, your limit for that is 3k
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Got invited to join a book club.
They're like 'We're ending on page ### for the first week.'
I said hey, can we break it down by ending on chapters each week?
'Oh that's what I'm doing.'
I'm trying to explain why it needs to be PER CHAPTER (since, y'know, page numbering isn't consistent per publications, some people might be using audio book, ereaders don't always show page numbers, etc.) and people are getting pissy at me for not 'respecting' the person running the book club.
Shit like this is why I hate people.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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@Auspice Find another book club. Consider this fair warning of what you can expect from those people.
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@TNP said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@Auspice Find another book club. Consider this fair warning of what you can expect from those people.
I'm in another which has an awesome person running it (who DOES keep such things in mind). I just had a few people invite me to this one so I thought sure, I'll check it out.
Now I'm like newp, nope, backing out.
Like, it's great that you (the person in question) want to encourage people to read and want to share this book and have the gumption to start this... but not everyone will be reading from the same copy (or reading at all since so many people use audio books now!). You have to take that into consideration!
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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Hearing my 6 year old talk/play like the child character in a speculative fiction novel. Especially when it's a little creepy and I'm not sure where get got certain phrasing. We do not really have news or other media on in the house, but I think he might be getting it from the times I come home and crash out while trying to listen to the state briefings (so they are playing in the background on my phone while I am dozing on the couch.) I kind of wonder if this weird discomfort was what plague parents would have felt watching their kids play ring around a rosy if the story about that there's origin is true (which iirc is not actually supported by a lot of evidence).
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@RightMeow It's not true in this case, but it wouldn't be that weird if it was.
There was a skipping rhyme popular with the kids about a century back...
I had a little bird her
Name was Enza!
Opened up the window and
In!
Flew!
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This week has taken a major dump on me and I'm not into German scheisse porn. The one person I want to scene with doesn't have time for me, and I've got friends pressuring me to join a game I'm just not that into but I feel like it's the only way I'm gonna get to scene with them. Like ever fucking again. Oh yeah, I failed one of my exams tonight. And I'm getting dangerously close to calling one of my coworkers a cunt to her face and we just don't do those things here in the midwest. Please send booze.
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@SilentHills I don't have any booze, but you can have virtual hugs!!
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The neck cramp of death has escalated over the past few days into 'don't even think about looking leftward, lady'.
Two hours of tens unit and 10mg of flexoril and minimal progress. (Two cycles of the tens unit with my granite calves when I get a charley horse and they're fine, by contrast.)
"But surr!" you might be thinking, "Aren't you married to a massage therapist?!"
Yes. Yes, I am. I like him too much to turn him into Sisyphus, however, and we've learned the hard way over 20+ years that's exactly what happens: he works on it for an hour of me going ow-ow-ow every so often, and it moves a tiny bit more! It no longer feels like I might secretly be a terminator in a fatsuit if someone touches the back of my shoulders!
First sneeze, cough, laugh, startling noise... give it five minutes and it's back to where we started, he's just got hand cramps.
Fuck all the things associated with muscles that have refused to un-fucking-clench since 1992. We don't even have that beloved car any more, body; the crash was a long time ago, ok?
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality Coincidentally, 3 days ago my shoulder went into spasm. I haven't had a massage in 3 months because of the lock down and couldn't move my arm, shoulder or head without great pain. Vicodin and a muscle relaxant did little in doses that wouldn't put me to sleep and I even left work.
2 days of using a Therabeads moist heat pack worked wonders. I recommend them.
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@surreality said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
It no longer feels like I might secretly be a terminator in a fatsuit
Well there's a phrase I need to drop into my lexicon.
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@TNP I wish. I do use heat packs sometimes to help with it, but it's actually long-term 'it refuses to fix' damage. There's apparently a thing where, in a car accident or other impact trauma, the body locks up like a rock -- that whole thing you're either supposed or not supposed to do, depending on what year's expert is in vogue -- and usually in a few days, it releases.
Except for a few of us, where Murphy's Law decides to intervene and certain muscles take several months, years, etc. to release, if they ever do.
(He can't actually even touch my lower back without me screaming.)
There's weird surgical shit they can apparently do that's rarely if ever covered, and... nngh. It involves cutting up the muscle fibers in various places and HOPING they heal right and... yeeeeeeeeahnothanks.
I'm kinda lucky in that I have all manner of solutions for the stuff that spazzes out normally, got slept on wrong, decides to cramp up like mad, and so on, but this is... meh. I saw a chiropractor about it in North Carolina who did all the testing, sent me on to the hospital, etc. and we found out this likely wasn't going to change (especially not with no insurance save through the school at the time).
When it happened, a few years before that, my folks sent 19-year-old me to the chiropractor they trusted because he went to their church, and... uh. I knew he was a complete quack at the time (not a statement on the profession, but on this individual), but in too much pain to move and with a 106 degree fever, I couldn't do shit about it. (His solution for a week-long 106 degree fever and a complete inability to move: take no more than 6 regular strength tylenol per day, do not go to the hospital no no no no hospital. Yeah. Kinnnnnnda lucky I'm alive.) So it may have been fixable back when if not for, well... that motherfuckin' guy.
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality Oh, it's definitely not a long term fix. That's why I get a massage every month. But the Therabeads work great to ease pain. I have no idea how they work but you just stick them in the microwave for 2-3 min. The pack not only gets hot but it's a moist heat. Somehow it collects moisture from the air. I applied it every 1-2 hours all day and had much more motion the next day.
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@SilentHills That may explain some of the difficulty I have had fitting in since I moved...
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@Atomic Did you not get the "how to be horrible in Polite" primer before you unpacked?
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@Auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@TNP said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@Auspice Find another book club. Consider this fair warning of what you can expect from those people.
I'm in another which has an awesome person running it (who DOES keep such things in mind). I just had a few people invite me to this one so I thought sure, I'll check it out.
Now I'm like newp, nope, backing out.
Like, it's great that you (the person in question) want to encourage people to read and want to share this book and have the gumption to start this... but not everyone will be reading from the same copy (or reading at all since so many people use audio books now!). You have to take that into consideration!
MUSoapbox book club time?
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@Atomic My condolensces about the Midwest. I'm sure you're probably not a cunt though.
