Puritans. They come in all flavors.
Puritans. They come in all flavors.
applying, and then waiting.
After periodically asking for status updates from the vendor's support on our open ticket for a couple of weeks we lose patience with a complete and utter lack of response so we email the account rep and I guess as a complete coincidence the vendor support pulls out their box of hoops for us to jump through and start asking for all sorts of supporting information that they probably would have noticed they needed if they in fact were 'reviewing the submitted documentation' like they said they were two weeks ago. Some of what they ask for they actually didn't already have!
black dogs that seem to come out of nowhere when riding on gravel roads at night. Goddamn those bastards scare the shit out of me when it's really, really dark out there.
ready to go out-work, damn'd oil spill along gulf shore blvd tampa..
being on hazmat board --- i get a call for info and cya ---damn'd, call one of the kelly sisters.., they can just about "cover it.."
ronnie past-pause/menopause
The fact that the Equinox on 44th doesn't have spin bikes on the floor so I can do my 90 mins before work without half of it being interrupted by a horrible instructor shouting things like "Run in place!" and "Sprint - I know you can do it!"
Look I realize that I'm really the jerk for going to a class and then just doing my own thing, but they're just not giving me another option. Perhaps a t-shirt which says "I'm in Base 1, Week 3, leave me the f*ck alone!"?
its like clockwork - i'm trying to line up a booty call and getting various responses: no, soon, rain check, tmmrw, can't, seeing someone now, never again, nothing, etc... so i handle things myself, so to speak. great, that pre-occupation/obsession has passed and i can move onto something different, maybe even productive, and inevitably - the booty calls.
you're not the lord of the flies
mainemike's grump is always more cringe-worthy and fun to read than mine
Dan Fuller, local bicycle enthusiast
The lady at the head of the line at the mini-mart gas station taking her own damn sweet time picking from the incredible variety of lottery scratch tickets. She keeps asking the clerk "Am I up to $13.00 yet?" which is apparently the amount she "won" on her previous set of scratch tickets. Meanwhile I and the other 5 people who have something productive to do that day look at each other in disbelief. Final kicker, after she gets her tickets she says "I can just feel I'm going to win big."
that mainemike gets to make and gets booty calls. sigh.
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"Make something with your hands. Not with your money." - Dario
Sean Doyle
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Nothing to whine about. Today is pay day.
I'm not in Greenwich.
I'm not drooling on pimp swag that doesnt belong to me.
I'm not drinking booze that I didnt buy.
why do they put so many goddamn snaps on such small clothes?
The pajamas I chose for my 13 month old have at least 18 snaps.... do they really expect me to get them all lined up correctly? and the snaps to hold when he is wiggling around?
I will hear about this in the morning when his Mom changes him no doubt.
"Beauty is the visible expression of man's pleasure in labor."—Frederic Goudy
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Riceburner.
Damn Riceburner.
:)
5 flights, 5 states, 5 days. Work sucks. Ready to go home
Full chap on Monday night. Will try to hold until Thursday. Maybe have a new chap by then. 20 people and counting coming over....
I'm four hours early to the party, but what the hell, it must be Thursday somewhere. Here's my chafe....some mouthbreather stole all three of the cheap-assed lights off my commuter bike this evening. SOB could have at least left me with one for the ride home.
I hope he never finds the right sized USB cable to charge his ill-begotten lights. Have fun for 3.5 more hours, blinkie-thief.
glasses, as an accessory.
you're not the lord of the flies
Not knowing which is ranks higher on the douchebag scale:
Putting your sunglasses on the back of your shirt collar
OR
Putting your sunglasses on the back of your head
Eric Doswell, aka Edoz
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