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Post by StarOpal on Sept 15, 2009 7:17:46 GMT -5
Waking up with a migraine. Sweet Jimmony, I was in tears this morning. Ugh I'm still tender, but it seems the worst has passed.
Wow that sucks.
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Post by Head Mutant on Sept 15, 2009 8:36:20 GMT -5
Eek. I hate those so much.
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Post by TheOogieBoogieMan on Oct 1, 2009 10:52:33 GMT -5
the changing of the seasons. I hate the cold...
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Post by StarOpal on Oct 1, 2009 12:55:07 GMT -5
Hey I stumbled upon the perfect way to kill your internet! Whee!
Therefore, I now have the perfect way to avenge myself upon my enemies, and the way to fix it is obscure but simple, so I could hold it for ransom. Money to go along with my cold dish!
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Post by BlackCatWhiteCat on Oct 8, 2009 19:19:51 GMT -5
Having to break down and make a doctor's appointment because you just might have appendicitis.
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coccatino
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whose baby are you?
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Post by coccatino on Oct 16, 2009 9:33:36 GMT -5
They canceled the first 2 days of my walk due to 'extreme weather conditions.' I'm really disappointed.  |
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Post by BlackCatWhiteCat on Oct 22, 2009 0:02:27 GMT -5
They canceled the first 2 days of my walk due to 'extreme weather conditions.' I'm really disappointed. I am so sorry to hear that. |
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Post by BlackCatWhiteCat on Nov 18, 2009 15:28:59 GMT -5
A crowbar falling over onto your foot.
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Post by StarOpal on Nov 18, 2009 21:46:20 GMT -5
Stop dropping things on your feet, Heather! Last time it was like a bowling ball (or something) right?
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Post by BlackCatWhiteCat on Nov 18, 2009 22:41:48 GMT -5
Stop dropping things on your feet, Heather! Last time it was like a bowling ball (or something) right? I was going to mention this, but I didn't think anyone would remember!  It was a 3-pound solid glass rose/ball-shaped candle holder. MAN, that one hurt. The crowbar has attacked me not once, but twice. It was in a safer place, but it just kind of got stuffed back into the closet after we got home from our road trip, where I used it as a prop for my Halloween costume. I haven't even told you guys about the 24" long, 10 pound wrench that fell onto my foot a few months ago. Our closet is a deadly, deadly place. |
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Post by Rett Mikhal on Nov 23, 2009 1:39:40 GMT -5
The day you realize your life is like that of John McClaine; always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The day you realize your college degree is worthless.
The day you realize you've been unemployed for four months and your previous employer refuses to pay you unemployment.
The day you realize you're three months behind in rent.
The day you realize your bank account is empty, and there's no food left.
The day you realize all your friends have drifted away from you.
The day you realize you are socially incapable of making friends when not in a forced social environment, such as school.
The day your friends give up on you.
The day all your negativity finally comes full circle and ends your relationship.
The day you realize you're just too late.
The day you realize all your hard work payed off for nothing, because someone else swept in and took what you wanted with minimal effort.
The day you realize everyone else is happy but you.
The day you realize life is, in reality, a prison.
The fact all these are the same day; today.
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So what colour is the sky in your world?
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Post by dex on Nov 23, 2009 6:49:45 GMT -5
Dude, that stinks. My sympathies.
But today is also the first day of your new life. You can pull out of the nosedive, and make it, step by step. And after many steps, it'll be something to look back on with pride.
A fellow inmate.
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Post by TheLuckyOne on Nov 23, 2009 16:30:44 GMT -5
I'm sorry to hear that, Rett. Without knowing anything about your circumstances I can only offer general advice, but in my experience most friends are only too happy to welcome someone back if he expresses a desire to reconnect. There aren't many people who wouldn't forgive you for whatever has caused a rift if you go to them and offer a sincere apology.
The job market is tough, no doubt about that; I lucked into being rehired into my old job, but not everyone is able or willing to do that. Smarter people than I tell me that things are getting better, but that it is going to be a slow recovery of the job market. Try looking at industries that aren't as impacted by the recession. I read an article saying that while restaurants are taking a hit, bars tend to maintain business pretty well during recessions, with the consequence that many unemployed people are taking short bartending classes and looking for jobs in that industry. Something to consider.
-D
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Post by Rett Mikhal on Nov 23, 2009 17:11:02 GMT -5
It's funny you mention it, because that's semi-related to most of my problems; alcohol. I can't stand alcohol and I form defensive walls around people who do drink. It doesn't stem from anything, no one in my family is an alcoholic, I just don't understand the point and I hate the grip it has on humanity. The grip is obvious just in the statement you made.
The major reason I have drifted from my friends is they like to drink, and I can't join them. I can't be near them when they're plastered, and I can't go to bars. It may seem like they're crap friends for trading alcohol for me, but in reality they're just trading one friend for every other normal friend they have.
People used to say "I hope tomorrow is a good day where I can excel." Now people say "I hope I can get through today so I can get sloshed this weekend." Imagine if this kind of work/life ethic existed 60 years ago, imagine if the people on the Manhattan project were like this. We would still be in the prototype stages.
Sorry to derail/rant.
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Post by TheLuckyOne on Nov 23, 2009 23:15:05 GMT -5
Hey, rock on if you don't want to drink, man -- you'll save yourself lots of money and calories, and it certainly has ruined any number of lives -- but I do think you may be looking at the past with slightly rose-tinted glasses. People have always drunk, and the fact is that people drink far less today than they did half a century ago. You mention the Manhattan Project, but you do know that 3-martini lunches and casual drinking on the job used to be far, far more prevalent than they are today, right? These days, forget it- if you're even suspected of drinking on the job, your HR department will be so far up your ass you'll be tasting small intestine. 1959? If the boss liked you, he'd call you into his office for a mid-afternoon drink; it meant you were going places. I don't know if people drink more on the weekend now than they used to, but if they do, it's only because they're drinking far less during the work week. And crap, don't even get me started on the '30s and '40s... people were plastered all the time. Our grandparents in their prime could outdrink every single one of us.
By all means, don't drink... that's a personal choice, and arguably a wise one. I might suggest relaxing your stance to the point of being willing to go to a bar with your friends and just ordering a club soda or something, but hey, that's your call. But saying that people used to say "I hope tomorrow is a good day where I can excel," and now they don't? Can't agree with ya on that one. There have been motivated people and slackers in all eras, and there always will be; and meanwhile some of our most celebrated and industrious inventors, politicians, and writers did some of it while they were half in the bag (or worse). Alcohol didn't used to be imbibed solely by shiftless layabouts until it suddenly bled over into the motivated segment of society within the last five decades. Nostalgia has its time and place, but it should never substitute for reality.
-D
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"If I'm going to be desensitized into a mindless stock animal, I may as well do it with a cushy ergonomic seat and magnificent THX-certified sound. -Kevin Murphy
It was a 3-pound solid glass rose/ball-shaped candle holder. MAN, that one hurt. The crowbar has attacked me not once, but twice. It was in a safer place, but it just kind of got stuffed back into the closet after we got home from our road trip, where I used it as a prop for my Halloween costume. I haven't even told you guys about the 24" long, 10 pound wrench that fell onto my foot a few months ago. Our closet is a deadly, deadly place.
