Neverending Precipitation, be it rain, ice or snow, can fuck off. Seasonal Affective Disorder is one thing, but these rickets are a bitch. My pasty ass needs sunlight.
Being told, "Yeah, there probably won't be budget for adjuncts come fall, so plan on an unpaid overload" when I'm already sufficiently busy that my head feels like it's going to explode can FTFO.
Also, having to come in to work on Saturday can FTFO. (At least I don't have to file TPS reports, and the coming in is because my own inner Lumburg is telling me I have to, not because any boss of mine is telling me to).
Though actually, having an Inner Lumburg that tells me I need to come in and work on Saturday is what can really FTFO....
Fuck off: * Avatar. Or, more precisely, those who made it probably for the movie to win an Oscar. The mind boggles. * Those who believe one must be stupid to join the military. * Back pain that Lortab can't cut, but not being able to function cognitively on Percocet. * Re: The above - being faced with a life-changing surgery to fix said back problem.
SNOW!!! I hate being stranded and I hate fucking digging out my car--you can be a real bitch sometimes, Mother Nature!
INSULTS TO MY PROFESSION!!! My job is not something any animal with opposable thumbs can do. Just because the only side of me some students see is the one that keeps order (because they don't know how to behave and don't understand their asses would be banned from the public library) doesn't mean that I'm just a library cop. I have a master's degree and a teaching certificate, dammit. I coordinate a ton of education across the curriculum but I might as well be invisible.
Kate, I second the fuck off to any person who criticizes a job or profession where they don't have the slightest clue about what's behind it. I worked in restaurants when I was in college and I'm sick to death of hearing about how any idiot could handle the job. No, Mr. Suit-and-tie Desk Job Man, I have a feeling that you'd cave after one week of having to tolerate the way that the public treats restaurant workers. People need to have some respect and not make assumptions about things they don't understand.
To the young lady in the Toyota with the four Obama and YES WE CAN bumper stickers who parked just outside my office window today, and who then proceeded to stuff all the trash for lunch that she'd probably eaten in said car into the a Wendy's bag and then tossed said bag into the bed of my truck: FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING FILTHY FUCKING PIG. I hope you dont mind my taking your trash bag and shoving it under your windshield wiper, and, heaven knows I really wanted to shove it elsewhere. FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING SLOB. It's bad enough that I have top live with your moronic electoral choices and the FUCKING SHIT YOU PUT IN OFFICE, I certainly aint going to allow you to deposit more FUCKING SHIT for me to deal with.
Actually, there seems to be a bigger symbolism in what happened to Val. Or at least it seems to me: the responsible people of this world wind up getting shat upon by those who don't care and can't be bothered to think that there's anyone outside of their tiny radius of concern. Or they blithely figure that someone else can take care of it, because they're the center of the world and don't deserve to have to deal with their own garbage.
That woman deserves to have a large vulture crap on the top of her car. Preferably when she has her moonroof open.
I'll bet she cares passionately about the environment, too, Val! Or at least about making other people do stuff to save it.
Emily, I agree--and I think a lot less of people who don't treat restaurant staff courteously. Or cashiers, for that matter, because I was in that position for a good deal of the past year.
And while I'm thinking of it--the person who stole my credit card number and charged Skype and Apple stuff can fuck off with rusty snowblowers. I almost forgot until I had to run out to fax the dispute form before it snows.
Exactly right, Ricki. It's to the point that I actually keep an eye out for people like that. There's a whole bunch of them at the office, for example; their focus is exclusively on their job, which everyone must conform to, always. I sometimes have to plan my work around them. That sucks, big time. It happened today.
My turn: People who haul YEARS old plans off the shelf, re-date them, and call them "new" can FUCK THE FUCKING FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK OFF with a pissed off baboon holding a razor while handcuffed to a moving train.
At least READ the stupid thing, asshats. Because I was around when the stupid piece of shit was written, and I absolutely *WILL* be pointing the multitude of flaws in it. AGAIN. After your stupid office approved it IN SPITE of the multitude of problems.
And your bosses can take a flying leap at a rolling canister of white phosphorus for thinking that you know what you are doing.
Praise be to Zeus, we are excused from that operation this time. I would go postal sitting in that planning conference.
I guess it's still Friday, and I hadn't yet touched the reality of the day yet...
This shit where apparently I have to give everybody at every level of the corporate pyramid higher than mine a handjob to get a week of fucking vacation is bullshit, and it can fuck off.
This shit where we plan, and set a plan, and train on that set of plans, and 48 hours before implementation of said plan, we trash it in favor of a big old greasy clusterfuck, can fuck off.
And that broken motherfucker of a coffee maker at work? That was just torture from God. That was bullshit, and everything in the universe can fuck off.
And Val, that shit where people throw shit in the back of your truck? That's fucking shit, and I'm in the same boat. Dunno which neighbor it is that's taken to using my truck for a landfill, but it deserves a boot in the ass, regardless of whether they support Barack Obama, Sarah Palin, Pat Robertson or Adlai Stevenson. That's just low class.
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I know my daughter was wishing this thing was up last Friday.
I will say the one word "mono" and let her take it from there. When she is up to it.
Neverending Precipitation, be it rain, ice or snow, can fuck off. Seasonal Affective Disorder is one thing, but these rickets are a bitch. My pasty ass needs sunlight.
Being told, "Yeah, there probably won't be budget for adjuncts come fall, so plan on an unpaid overload" when I'm already sufficiently busy that my head feels like it's going to explode can FTFO.
Also, having to come in to work on Saturday can FTFO. (At least I don't have to file TPS reports, and the coming in is because my own inner Lumburg is telling me I have to, not because any boss of mine is telling me to).
Though actually, having an Inner Lumburg that tells me I need to come in and work on Saturday is what can really FTFO....
Fuck off:
* Avatar. Or, more precisely, those who made it probably for the movie to win an Oscar. The mind boggles.
* Those who believe one must be stupid to join the military.
* Back pain that Lortab can't cut, but not being able to function cognitively on Percocet.
* Re: The above - being faced with a life-changing surgery to fix said back problem.
w/v: sraddot - I feel the same.
Me for not copy editing.
Made it probable.
And the w/v was actually scraddot, with which I still agree.
This w/v is spedleur which is fast and French but othewise I got nothing.
To make up for last week, I'm going to yell mine.
NASTY COLD!!! Go away!
SNOW!!! I hate being stranded and I hate fucking digging out my car--you can be a real bitch sometimes, Mother Nature!
INSULTS TO MY PROFESSION!!! My job is not something any animal with opposable thumbs can do. Just because the only side of me some students see is the one that keeps order (because they don't know how to behave and don't understand their asses would be banned from the public library) doesn't mean that I'm just a library cop. I have a master's degree and a teaching certificate, dammit. I coordinate a ton of education across the curriculum but I might as well be invisible.
Kate,
I second the fuck off to any person who criticizes a job or profession where they don't have the slightest clue about what's behind it. I worked in restaurants when I was in college and I'm sick to death of hearing about how any idiot could handle the job. No, Mr. Suit-and-tie Desk Job Man, I have a feeling that you'd cave after one week of having to tolerate the way that the public treats restaurant workers. People need to have some respect and not make assumptions about things they don't understand.
To the young lady in the Toyota with the four Obama and YES WE CAN bumper stickers who parked just outside my office window today, and who then proceeded to stuff all the trash for lunch that she'd probably eaten in said car into the a Wendy's bag and then tossed said bag into the bed of my truck: FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING FILTHY FUCKING PIG. I hope you dont mind my taking your trash bag and shoving it under your windshield wiper, and, heaven knows I really wanted to shove it elsewhere. FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING SLOB. It's bad enough that I have top live with your moronic electoral choices and the FUCKING SHIT YOU PUT IN OFFICE, I certainly aint going to allow you to deposit more FUCKING SHIT for me to deal with.
Jesus, Val. I can't believe someone actually did that.
Actually, there seems to be a bigger symbolism in what happened to Val. Or at least it seems to me: the responsible people of this world wind up getting shat upon by those who don't care and can't be bothered to think that there's anyone outside of their tiny radius of concern. Or they blithely figure that someone else can take care of it, because they're the center of the world and don't deserve to have to deal with their own garbage.
That woman deserves to have a large vulture crap on the top of her car. Preferably when she has her moonroof open.
I'll bet she cares passionately about the environment, too, Val! Or at least about making other people do stuff to save it.
Emily, I agree--and I think a lot less of people who don't treat restaurant staff courteously. Or cashiers, for that matter, because I was in that position for a good deal of the past year.
And while I'm thinking of it--the person who stole my credit card number and charged Skype and Apple stuff can fuck off with rusty snowblowers. I almost forgot until I had to run out to fax the dispute form before it snows.
Spot on, ricki.
Exactly right, Ricki. It's to the point that I actually keep an eye out for people like that. There's a whole bunch of them at the office, for example; their focus is exclusively on their job, which everyone must conform to, always. I sometimes have to plan my work around them. That sucks, big time. It happened today.
My turn: People who haul YEARS old plans off the shelf, re-date them, and call them "new" can FUCK THE FUCKING FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK OFF with a pissed off baboon holding a razor while handcuffed to a moving train.
At least READ the stupid thing, asshats. Because I was around when the stupid piece of shit was written, and I absolutely *WILL* be pointing the multitude of flaws in it. AGAIN. After your stupid office approved it IN SPITE of the multitude of problems.
And your bosses can take a flying leap at a rolling canister of white phosphorus for thinking that you know what you are doing.
Praise be to Zeus, we are excused from that operation this time. I would go postal sitting in that planning conference.
Friday meetings can fuck off
I guess it's still Friday, and I hadn't yet touched the reality of the day yet...
This shit where apparently I have to give everybody at every level of the corporate pyramid higher than mine a handjob to get a week of fucking vacation is bullshit, and it can fuck off.
This shit where we plan, and set a plan, and train on that set of plans, and 48 hours before implementation of said plan, we trash it in favor of a big old greasy clusterfuck, can fuck off.
And that broken motherfucker of a coffee maker at work? That was just torture from God. That was bullshit, and everything in the universe can fuck off.
And Val, that shit where people throw shit in the back of your truck? That's fucking shit, and I'm in the same boat. Dunno which neighbor it is that's taken to using my truck for a landfill, but it deserves a boot in the ass, regardless of whether they support Barack Obama, Sarah Palin, Pat Robertson or Adlai Stevenson. That's just low class.
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