They're called time zones, people. Just because you've come back from lunch doesn't mean I should be available to assist you at seven o'clock in the fucking morning.
Your turn.
A place to vent your frustrations and, just maybe, feel a little better for having told them to FO. With Cheese.
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All of the freaking out about the swine flu, in locations and by people for whom freaking out is not necessary, can FTFO.
I am praying HARD that no one on my campus' administration gives in to panic (or no one shows up with a suspected case) and closes us down. Because next week is student research presentations, the week after THAT is finals, and on the 15th I have non refundable train tickets to go visit family. (Provided no one in the administration freaks out and shuts down Amtrak)
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE FOR 99% OF THE PEOPLE WHO GET IT IT IS NO WORSE THAN THE "REGULAR" FLU.
Oh, and Joe "don't travel in a container" Biden can FTFO, just on principle.
Cripes. I made the mistake of letting east coast people know what time I get to work. Now I get calls at 6am. Fortunately, not too often.
Caller ID at work is boon granted unto us by a smiling God.
FTFO: Swine flu, our must-be-on-the-TV-once-a-week Pres. (though opposite of FTFO for Fox for not airing the press conf.), and the majority of the mass hysteria media for their reporting of swine flu.
Finally, with the white-hot hatred of a blazing million suns: FUCK THE FUCK OFF to back pain. Two surgeries down and the back pain comes back again. Tried physical therapy. Tried going to a personal trainer. And it only seems to hurt and not help. Fuck fucking fuck fuck fuck.
End of semester burnout can fuck off. I have research papers to grade, and neither the motivation nor the energy to do it. I almost don't have the energy for The FFOT.
People who dump their pets out in the country can fuck off. My mother and sister already have two dogs, and not time, patience, nor money to take care of the little pup dumped on them last week.
People who bitched about outing desk jockey Valerie Plame, then outed the two guys that designed the CIA's interrogation program can definitely fuck off. With prejudice. Stating that they don't have the experience with interrogations when they've made a business as independent contractors training American pilots in resisting harsh interrogation techniques just shows how stupid you are.
The Republican party can fuck off, also with prejudice. Most people in America give less of a damn about social issues than you think they do, and more of a damn about the spiraling national debt and fiscal irresponsibility shown by both parties.
The Democrat party can fuck off, the same as the Republicans. People really don't give as much of a damn about the rich v. poor class wars as you think they do, and more of a damn about security within our borders from our enemies.
I've had enough of both parties, and both the House and the Senate, and wish they'd all spontaneously combust, with the possible exception of Tom Coburn (who'd probably just go home and start delivering more babies).
Get your hands out of my pockets. Stop running up so much debt that my grandsons won't be able to pay it off. Get your noses out of our personal lives. Read the constitution and take note of ALL THAT YOU'RE FORBIDDEN TO DO. And LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE.
I won't dare try to make up for lost time, so I'll just hit the highlights:
1) Greedy, over-leveraged casino companies that cause layoffs of some of my best friends? And then cut retainers so those of us left with jobs are working twice as hard for less money? FTFO.
2) We dated for seven years, you're 10 years older than me and you broke up with me over iCHAT? FTFO.
3) Fear-mongering in general can FTFO. I have enough crap to worry about.
4) My cell phone that will no longer hold a charge after two 6-minute conversations can FTFO.
5) The flu I had in February? Now THAT bugger can FTFO.
6) Skinny jeans. FTFO.
7) And I, Shannon, can FTFO. Just because.
Christ, Shannon. What an immature douchebag to break up with you like that.
WV: threbub. What that guy deserves to have shoved up his ass. On oversized one.
PYM,
I don't know what that is (the Google didn't tell me); but when taken in context, I appreciate the thought.
We'd run out of gas anyway, but damn...after all that time, doesn't something that serious rate a phone call? Meh.
My cute, sweet, adorable Official Puppy.... well, OK. She's WAY too cute for me to finish that thought.
BUT
She has a knack for getting wierdly ill only when our regular vet is closed, forcing us to take her to the hugely expensive, emergency-and-referral-only 24-hour vet. The last trip cost us $570, plus whatever it costs to steam-clean the carpets, since she decided to exhibit her illness in every room on the first floor, in turn.
So, that's just the facts. She is sweet and adorable and we lurves her to bitty bits.
BUT
She got an x-ray, a blood test, and some fluids. It took four hours. It cost $570. (Although it was kinda funny, since they injected her all at once - basically, an internal IV - and told us, "Her body will absorb it for the next 24 hours." She looked like Doggie Quasimodo. We made "Sanctuary! Sanctuary!" jokes for an hour, because what else will you do when your sick puppy costs you $570 and counting?) This place has glossy pamphlets touting radio-isotope therapies for cats and doggie vision treatments and such. How many of those little brochures did we just pay for?
I won't say it. She is sweet and adorable and we don't regret taking care of her wierdly sick self when she needs it.
BUT
Ouch.
Shannon - you have known for a long time what I think of Mr. Maturity and his break-up practices. But I will loudly second that fuck off!
Oh...and skinny jeans can fuck off for sure...along with swine flu hysteria, back pain, large vet bills, and tax season for keeping me away from this place for so long.
Cullen, I hear you, and I'm really really sorry. I'd had knee problems for years that were disabling. The pain never fully went away. Unfortunately, I can't recommend how I got the worst of it to stop--physically impossible for you (I got pregnant, and the knee hasn't given me nearly as much trouble since--it may well be that the hormones that loosen ligaments and tendons was what did the trick).
If anyone would like something cute to cheer them up today, I posted pics at The Anti-Soma. They're at
http://theantisoma.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazing.html
Man, there's no way I can post my own FFOT FTFO comments today....they all pale in comparison with these.
I can only endorse them with a flying rusty sword dipped in bubbling cheese made from rabid cows.
Once again, the shoddy pseudo-accounting/payroll procedures in place at my (main) job can fuck off. You didn't pay me for the 5-1/2 hours the first time, and you told me to note them again. I did. On the same stupid fucking hand-drawn grid where we record our hours. This week's paycheck STILL didn't reflect those hours.
So I tricked you and wrote them in one of this past week's squares. Nobody can read the OTHER stupid grid where people put in the times they're in, so it's not as if you can tell whether I was there or not. That'll fix you.
Working three part time jobs can fuck off, too.
Just tossing this out a day early:
MANNY RAMIREZ.
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