RL Anger
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What if tab is set to 4 white space?
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LET'S BRING BACK FRAMES!
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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@auspice I love you, but I will cut you. Don't you test me.
...frames...
One of the many horrible life choices of the 90s I'll never be able to take back.
<drinks>
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality said in RL Anger:
@auspice I love you, but I will cut you. Don't you test me.
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One of the many horrible life choices of the 90s I'll never be able to take back.
<drinks>
Just bringing back some RL Anger to the RL Anger thread bby.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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I can has enough anger today, I...
...yesterday was a day of almost no sleep. I lost a crown eating quiche. Yes, quiche. That was apparently one badass motherfucker of a mini-quiche, so help me.
Me, yesterday: <nom nom nom nom awwwyeah> "I can eat something then I can totally sleep in spite of this stupid fever finally, awwwyeah, comfort food, this is awes-<crunch>-the FUCK?!"
Me, yesterday: "Feed a fever, I can't eat, there is a hole in my face, I am too pissed off now to sleep. Fuck it, I will make some coffe-<coffeemaker fizzles, makes a sad duck noise, expires> ...no. Nuh-uh. Nope. That did not happen. That did not... <STABBING ALL THE BUTTONS> NOOOOOO! KHANNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!"
Me, technically today: "The sun is up. It is 8am. I am going the fuck to bed."
Me, technically today: *<happy dream, first in a year! in which there is geeking out with dead cast members of GoT whilst looking through their closets>-<foot shake>-NO-<foot shake>-NO-<foot shake>-WHUT."
My husband, miraculously still alive: "The dentist can see you today but only if we get there by 11am."
Me, technically today: <looks at clock, it is 10:15>-Fine. I will make some co-<remembers>-FML."
The dentist, also miraculously still alive: "We won't need to numb you up or use any of the ointment stuff for this. Now sit still while I ram your gums down to the bone. Just stay like that for the next ten minutes, k? I'll brb."
...it is still better than Jan5 of last year, but so help me, I think this was all like, special for the anniversary of ER day.
At least there's coffee nao?
ETA:
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@auspice Let's bring back customized cursors and broken no-right-clicking scripts. OOH. And websites that only function 'properly' in certain browsers.
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@tinuviel Oh, like this?
https://www.theverge.com/2018/1/4/16805216/google-chrome-only-sites-internet-explorer-6-web-standards -
@tinuviel Oh, like this?
https://www.theverge.com/2018/1/4/16805216/google-chrome-only-sites-internet-explorer-6-web-standardsRemember when Google's motto was "Don't Be Evil"? Pepperidge Farms remembers.
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On the flipside of my I LOVE FOOD from the RL things I love?
Having everything that you need for a dish when you get back from the grocery. Except ONE THING you didn't know you were out of. AUGH!!!! Stupid sesame oil, you have thwarted my attempt to make japche.
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Dear PoS Barely Looks Like You Started Shaving Co-Worker,
I walked up to you and asked politely for your attention. Twice.
The third time, I gave you a nudge with my elbow (because I am sick, and touching you with my hands might pass more germs than you deserve) and said, "Oi, could you please move?" Yes, you were wearing headphones, but that does not mean you have an excuse for not being aware of the environment around you, or knowingly taking up more space than you had to.
For you to then turn around and tell me that not to talk to you that way (after I tried the polite route TWICE) is quite the irritant, and no "there are other seats to sit in" is not an acceptable argument. Oh, and re-shifting your seat so I'm stuck half between tables while I go to get my meal out of the microwave? Fucking petty.
I may be extra cranky because I'm sick, but you're an entitled little prick with far too much sense of his own privilege.
(Oooh, that was nice and purging.)
"If you stand for nothing Burr, what will you fall for?"
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Dear PoS Barely Looks Like You Started Shaving Co-Worker,
I walked up to you and asked politely for your attention. Twice.
The third time, I gave you a nudge with my elbow (because I am sick, and touching you with my hands might pass more germs than you deserve) and said, "Oi, could you please move?" Yes, you were wearing headphones, but that does not mean you have an excuse for not being aware of the environment around you, or knowingly taking up more space than you had to.
For you to then turn around and tell me that not to talk to you that way (after I tried the polite route TWICE) is quite the irritant, and no "there are other seats to sit in" is not an acceptable argument. Oh, and re-shifting your seat so I'm stuck half between tables while I go to get my meal out of the microwave? Fucking petty.
I may be extra cranky because I'm sick, but you're an entitled little prick with far too much sense of his own privilege.
(Oooh, that was nice and purging.)
I feel your pain...
I usually work from home or at least I've been doing so for about the past year. At my office I still have a desk with all my stuff in it. While I've been working from home a new guy has been sitting at my desk, answering my phone and breathing into my headset and farting in my chair.
I see the draw, I have a huge cube that's almost an office (just doesn't have a door) that is at the windows with a great view.
What isn't cool is when I come back into the office for a week to work 12 hour days and he tells me, "Sorry man I'm here all week. I'll be sitting here." From my seat, at my desk, with my stuff.
After he got chewed out and thrown out of my cube it'd be nice if he would then just apologized instead of trying to complain to our director and tell everyone what a dick I am.
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My good friend/former roommate moved to midwest about four years ago with this blonde manic pixie dream woman who he’d been sort of peripheral friends with in high school but like, admittedly didn’t really know that well. (You do you, man!)
So, she drives here from Ohio to pick him up and bring him back with her. She has her dog with her for the whole road trip and seeing as I am taking mine out anyway, I offer to take them both for a walk. Her eyes get real big and she is like, shocked anyone would do anything so kind for her. inches a little bit farther away from Whatever. I help them load up some of the uHaul. She spends the night. ...IIII wake up in the morning to get ready for work and not a creature is stirring. Only thing is, the communal bathroom (lights off) has been taken over not only by every makeup and beauty product known to man, but a full breakfast with steaming hot coffee. I’m talking every available surface space including the lip of the bathtub, toilet seat, countertop completely taken over. (Full face of makeup and hair done to move heavy furniture and boxes in the summer? We different.) This is also food left unattended in an apartment with now two loose dogs and two cats. By the way, there are litter boxes in this bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a super cute bathroom! It’s just not… where one eats? I wait a little bit of time, feed and take the dogs out, again… come back… twenty minutes have passed and nobody appears to lay any claim any of the bathroom stuff sooooo, I start to get ready for work and hop in the shower. Not one full minute goes by before this bish is tap-tap-tapping her knuckles on my bathroom door, raising her voice like three shrill octaves about how her coffee is in there! I told her she’d just have to wait... in monotone because everything I say is in monotone. I'm cool like that. So, after that, things are chill. No hackles are up. We have coffee in the kitchen, she tells me about how she’s decided she likes the idea of going to go UPenn. (lol. okay.) I tell her my anecdote about how any time I pass by there, I see at least one person crying out in the open. She’s excited to someday live here possibly because she “already has a friend.” Oh, god. breaks fourth wall to stare dead-eyed at audience Entire lives go on. All is forgotten. Years pass.
Cut to present day.
Same friend is moving back to the city. The same two people are splitting a moving truck, but he arrives several days before her and sets up a temporary camp for himself in my home office. She’s bringing her dog and two cats, asks to stow them at my apartment for three days to make moving easier. Sure. My dog loves doggy guests. Whatever. The layout makes separating cats easy. ...except her ETA keeps getting pushed back and back and back (7 to 8 hr drive) until she’s going to arrive here at like, 3 AM. They’re apologizing and promising to be quiet, but realistically there’s no way to be quiet doing this. There are canines involved.
So, I get in the headspace to be woken up. Make my peace with it. It’s gonna happen. I form a battle plan in my head about just taking the dogs out together right away so they can get it out of their system. I end up actually just barely sleeping at all. Is what it is. Not the end of the world. ---She doesn’t show up!! She doesn’t start packing her things into the truck until 1 pm that day or rather, she doesn’t start soliciting help to pack up the truck on facebook until 1 pm. Ends up getting a hotel room halfway without telling anyone. Instead of coming here, she drives straight to the property she apparently purchased after very minimal research, site unseen, in Manayunk which I guess is… still technically in this city I guess. She wants us to come to her because the previous owners/tenants/landlords left a ton of their belongings and the place is horrible with no heat. (I'm shocktt!!)
Not only is Manayunk not at all convenient to get to from here and basically on another planet, but it is now no longer the weekend. It’s Monday. No, no, wait. It’s past noon on Monday! lol. Mama's got other real life shit to do... that she's actually already in the middle of doing, so...
Welcome, though! Good luck. If you use my apartment, take my dog around the block. </endrant>
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Only thing is, the communal bathroom (lights off) has been taken over not only by every makeup and beauty product known to man, but a full breakfast with steaming hot coffee. I’m talking every available surface space including the lip of the bathtub, toilet seat, countertop completely taken over.
This is far from the most annoying part but I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.
I am a different kind of human from the human in this story.
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Instead of coming here, she drives straight to the property she apparently purchased after very minimal research, site unseen, in Manayunk which I guess is… still technically in this city I guess. She wants us to come to her because the previous owners/tenants/landlords left a ton of their belongings and the place is horrible with no heat. (I'm shocktt!!)
I am genuinely boggled to fuck that someone like what you have described here is capable of purchasing even the shittiest of shit-holes of property in that area. (Unless somebody was spectacularly murdered in it? The only reasonable rent I found in the 90s in Westchester was due to precisely this, but that place was darling.)
'Very recently inherited money' or 'early days of the business camgirl with a friend who insisted on playing business advisor' are legitimately the only explanations I can mentally conjure that would explain this person having more than a nickel to their name for more than roughly three seconds at a time.
That your immediate response was not "there are not enough hells in ALL THE HELLS NO" is impressive, however, no matter how good a friend the other person involved in this is.
Whatever you do, do not offer 'space until they can get the new place up to snuff'. This is more or less how I got Spidered for months instead of the initially requested 3 days. Do not do it to yourself, please.
Oh fucking well.
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@surreality I'm guessing Daddy. Someone like that, based solely on this story, is not capable of accumulating wealth on her own. Or doing much of anything on her own.
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Thanks to inflation, our government hiking utility prices exponentially (from hundreds of pesos to thousands, in many cases) and growing competition (which effectively limited our ability to raise prices), my family is having to close down the bar we've been trying to maintain afloat for the past half a decade.
I'm crushed, but I'm also furious.
Just... fuck.
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Finding out tomorrow or the next day if/to what extent my heart got damaged as a secondary effect to the flu I had months ago, as well as a check to make sure pneumonia has cleared up. This year’s flu is no joke.
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@mietze My GF got laid out with the flu a while back and it rekt her pretty good for a while. I hope you find good health.
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DUDE. Manayunk has gotten expensive. Nevermind how this person managed to purchase any property at all, how she managed to purchase property there is just... what? WHAT?
https://whatiswrongwith.me/Mia
There were never any good old days. They are today. They are tomorrow. It's a stupid thing we say, cursing tomorrow with sorrow. -- Gogol Bordello
