RL Anger
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@Ganymede
Well is first post about someone quitting was four days ago and it was just this.Human beings are useless sacks of shit. I swear to Glob the next person to get a job where I work and quit I'm going to track them down and fuck them to death.
That is, to say. The new hire quit before her training was even done.
Initially he made no mention of her failings just the fact she quit, This is what me and a few others initially responded to, and what I still take issue with. If someone wants to quit that is perfectly alright.
I even agree with his second post on the topic that she quit badly. Had his second post been the first I would not have responded. -
The company is alright, aside from never giving raises and not carrying over vacation time from when they bought the contract like every previous company.
The job is easy when it's... done. My only complaint is that people refuse to do a job that pays above minimum wage and offers health/vision/dental insurance and allows you to sit on your ass, eat snacks, and watch TV/movies/play games/dowhatever all night long.
Perhaps the problem -is- with the company. They do hire these mongs.
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@Admiral Can -I- work for that company???
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@Miss-Demeanor I also wish to work for this company!
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Security is a really, really good industry to have a job in if you lack any higher education (I have a degree, but fat lot of good it does me) or have medical or social issues. Depending on the post sometimes you just sit in a chair the entire shift and never really deal with people.
All it takes is a clean criminal record for the most part.
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Gallbladders are lame.
Surgery is lame.
Being the caretaker for my poor operated on husband is lame.
Complications are lame.
Emptying a tube full of blood and gunk every few hours is /super/ lame. And currently the RL Anger issue. Because... guys. Oh my god. I find medical stuff interesting. I have no problem looking at bloody, gory things. Except, apparently, when it comes to my loved ones, or myself. Every time I have to empty the tube full of blood and gunk that's attached to the inside of the hubs, I about pass out. And I refuse to let him know, because lord knows he's hurting enough, and doesn't need to be bending and reaching for anything right now. There were minor complications with his emergency surgery, and I hate that I almost can't handle it. Buh. Stupid fight or flight instincts, or whateverthefuck they are. -
@thebird Gotta buy that Tolerance for Biology Merit, stat.
(My condolences. Hope your hubby gets better soon. For both your sakes.)
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We have traded our upstairs elephants for upstairs minks with a barking dog. So now I am not awake at 5am because elephant herds are stomping around - I wake up at various hours because the barking dog barks at everything until you can hear someone yell at it or it finally stops - half an hour later.
Any car door slamming in the parkinglot? Barking.
Anyone knocking on any door on any side of the duplex? Barking.
Voices in the parking lot? Barking.And then whatever it is they are doing upstairs to make the dog bark. I love pets. Pets are great but damn people learn to teach your dog.
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@Jaded said:
And then whatever it is they are doing upstairs to make the dog bark. I love pets. Pets are great but damn people learn to teach your dog.
See, I can feel for those people. I have a big dog. Big dog barks at -everything-. I have tried everything in my power to get big dog to stop barking at everything. I have googled, and youtubed, and tried all the resources they've given me, and it still doesn't really help. At most, I can get him to stop doing it when he's within a few feet of me.
If you have suggestions on how to make barking dogs stop barking, I'm all ears.
Racism isn't Tinkerbell. It doesn't need you to believe in it for it to exist.
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Why do hedges have to be trimmed? Or trees?
Why does my 80 year old grandpa need a fucking perfect looking garden anyway? He never spends any time in it. And if I don't do the work, the stubborn old bastard'll do it himself, and even if he won't complain he'll sit there afterwards rubbing his joints and his swollen hands and you know he's hurting. And if he gets up on a ladder I get these visions of him falling off and breaking something, and at that age you're in deep shit then.
Fuck I hate gardening. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I imagine burning it all down.
But ultimately I do it anyway.
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Woke up at 6 am, was at the gym at 7... and it was busier than it is at 7 pm. At first I couldn't even find a bench to sit on for shoulder presses let alone an available squat rack.
I need to figure something else out here.
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That time when you're stoked about performing your favorite Mozart opera-
And then the cocking stage director sends you his 'great concept' through email. And all excitement gets sucked out of the room as if a fucking Dementor had sashayed in.
Apparently the director felt that the 'Ending of the opera (the final sextet) didn't fit in with the dramatic concept of the show', so he cut it. Apparently he’s changing the opera so that at the scene where Don Giovanni is visited by the man he murdered, the scene is reset to the act I scene where he (offstage in Act I) tried to rape Donna Anna. And the great stage director will reveal that in the duel with Donna Anna’s father, it was actually Don Giovanni who got killed OoOoOoOooOOoo Shyamalan twist, THE WHOLE OPERA PLAYED OUT IN GIOVANNI’S MIND AS HE WAS DYING! He actually makes a mention of The Sixth Sense in the email- because we make things edgy by referencing a 17-year-old movie. Ooh! ooh! I have another way to make it edgy! Have Donna Elvira discover that THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!
But the thing that takes the cake is this little paragraph of presumptuousness where he hopes to :
“explore the push and pull of the Freudian concept of Id, Ego, and Super Ego” and how the characters are all manifestations of the ID-impulse-lust, Superego-conscience and Ego-balance. With the ending showing that, when the Commendatore takes Don Giovanni’s hand, the Don will open his shirt to reveal it soaked in his own blood and he will begin to realize he was the one killed and his life will finally unravel.The conceit of it. "The ending the composer (Mozart, no less) composed didn't fit in with my blatant self-aggrandizement to show off what a smart cookie I am, so I've taken it out and replaced it with outmoded Freudian psychoanalysis to add smugly to the heap, being completely oblivious that this specific kind of reinvention was cliché 50 years ago when I was a fetus in the womb."
This has gone from 'a job I was looking forward to' to 'a job to get through just to have the role in my resume in the hopes of a better production in the future.' Unfortunately it is the Age of the Stage Director. The music director has no weight in most companies to pull back the nutbuttery. Fuck these ‘High Concept’ stage directors- if they want to parade what pretentious pricks they are, they can write their own plays and operas that nobody will see instead of piggybacking on someone else’s masterpiece that will guarantee them a captive audience.
What sucks is that 90% of the companies out there do not disclose the details of a production unless they're renting a pre-made production. Many times, the 'Great Director' hasn't fully completed 'his/her vision' until after contracts have been signed, so most singers are signing up blind when the audition and they have to hope they get a stage director who is not awful.
Vorpal is actually Satan made MU*nifest
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Tell your stage director that you picked up their changes, but when you got to the address, they had vanished.
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I wish I had some good advice for you. The only big dog I've ever owned was this Husky/Lab mix that never barked at things he couldn't see - and only growled when people seemed threatening to others in the house.
I have a friend who owns a Shepard and he did some barking control training with a clicker? I don't know the details on it but I could ask.
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@Vorpal said:
Fuck these ‘High Concept’ stage directors- if they want to parade what pretentious pricks they are, they can write their own plays and operas that nobody will see instead of piggybacking on someone else’s masterpiece that will guarantee them a captive audience.
The mark of a great director is not in how he breaks apart the material to leave his own imprint, but how he uses what is there to do the same. Ironically, Mozart did the same within the constrains of classical musical theory.
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@Vorpal Ouch. I mean, I've loved some outlandish approaches in shows, but. Unfortunately you don't have a Mozart estate or licensing company to rat the director out to for breaking agreement by changing the script.
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Man, some Stage Directors are the worst. I stage managed for a while and I had basically a 50/50 experience with stage directors. Like, either they were great and fun and we worked awesome together--or they were fucking pricks with soe much pretension they made hipsters look like feasible lunch buddies.
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You know why it takes so long to get a cable guy to come out? It's because of people who refuse to change their own batteries in the remote because they expect the cable provider to provide those batteries since they came in the remote originally. And then refusing to take a remote into the store to replace it but instead sending a technician out to replace it for them - at no charge, of course. (With the requisite "Do you know how much money I give your company?" and screeching for a manager.
Oh! And saying that a $20 credit for their time wasn't enough, and they want 2-3 months free.
Seriously, I thought Mu*ers were entitled.
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I like going to my Time Warner Cable store. It's right by a mall, at which there's an O'Charley's. And when I go there, they give me what I want, and help me pick a better, cheaper option for me and my needs.
Last time, they got a dude to my place to help out within 24-hours, and he came there within 30 minutes of when he said he'd be there.
I'm one of the lucky ones. Hate me.
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@Ganymede Hey, I'm just a poor tech who sends them out. You would be an awesome call to take! "You need to go to the store." "Okay."
BOOM, handle time!
