Author Topic: Venting (Read 1152702 times)

dadu · « **on:** April 18, 2006, 12:22:29 PM »

New venting thread!

My vent: It's annoying that I have to create an XP penalty for my DnD game because people don't have the common decency to call if they are going to be late. Enforced etiquette rocks.

007bistromath · « **Reply #1 on:** April 18, 2006, 12:27:32 PM »

So, I recently had the best job ever right? Good pay, good hours, no heavy lifting, some mental engagement, low socialization, great stuff. Of course this couldn't last. I did something unnervingly stupid near closing time on Saturday, causing me to go from zero to fired in less than a week. This a mere two days after being complimented on my professionalism by the Vice President of the company. I'm not even going to say what happened, because it was that stupid. It was the sort of thing that would've been blindingly obvious to anyone but me. What the hell is wrong with me?

Diesa · « **Reply #2 on:** April 18, 2006, 12:31:37 PM »

My cell died this weekend because I set it beside my friend's leaky cup and it got soaked. I did everything I could to revive it: charged it for hours on end, changed batteries, took it all apart and back together...it's dead. I told my parents this so they wouldn't try to call and never get me. My father, who thinks he knows everything about anything, of course asks me,

"Well, have you thought about maybe plugging it in and getting a little juice in it to see if it maybe is out of power?"

*slaps forehead* Oh darn. I forgot. When I did *everything* I knew how to do, I must have forgotten to plug the damn thing in. [/sarcastic]

toranoraneko · « **Reply #3 on:** April 18, 2006, 05:05:27 PM »

I have a problem. I've had it for about a month now. I may have told some of you about it. My friend, my best girl friend actually, decided to basically move into my house without asking me. She had come to stay for a few days, which I thought was fine, so I gave her a key. I had told her previously my couch was always open. I didn't mean indefinately.
Now, I'm afraid to ask for it back. She's not helping me with rent, electric, cable or even really food. She has no job, but is trying to find one down here. I guess she thinks she can stay with me forever?
And its not like she has to be down here, either. Her parents want her to come home, want to help her.
I'm starting to feel like I've totally lost control of this situation, and I have no idea how to recify it without losing a friend. Dammit.

Vel · « **Reply #4 on:** April 18, 2006, 05:34:00 PM »

Tora, if your friend can't handle a little push out the door or understand that it isn't fair for her to be mooching off of your place without even helping you out, then she probably isn't the best friend.

That isn't to say that you should throw her out, but maybe give little hints that she should consider staying with her parents or maybe consider giving her some kind of chores list so that she can work for her stay.

This situations are always tough, but you are probably going to have to take some action and talk to your friend about her situation. There is a fine line between helping someone and being taken advantage of.

The best of luck to you.

SteelAngelJohn · « **Reply #5 on:** April 18, 2006, 06:25:41 PM »

She's trying to claw back our old relationship a bit at a time and she thinks that if she does that I might not notice until she has me where she wants me again. And the worst part is, I can't win.

TGU · « **Reply #6 on:** April 18, 2006, 06:58:46 PM »

There's a reason why I call Tuesday "Hellday."

First off, out of the seven stories assigned for Commentary this issue, two were turned in. Fortunately, one of my A.P.E.s (Assistant Production Executive) churned out a story tonight, but it still wasn't enough to fill up the page. It was only just barely not enough, though, so I spent almost two hours trying to arrange things so the page would be full. Finally admitted defeat and our ad man threw together a box of marijuana facts to fill up the remaining white space. So here I am, seven hours after starting this page, and I've only just turned it in for its first round of copy editing.

I'm tired, I'm cranky, and there's no way in hell I'll be home in time to watch House tonight.

I REQUIRE CHOCOLATE.

Lorelei · « **Reply #7 on:** April 18, 2006, 07:05:12 PM »

My arms hurt a lot....

Doing 100 pushups a day sucks.

choctaw · « **Reply #8 on:** April 18, 2006, 07:06:15 PM »

I couldn't do 100 pushups in, like, a week.

I'm proud of you, for what it's worth. My vent? being out of shape sucks terribly, and feels like it'll never change.

Lorelei · « **Reply #9 on:** April 18, 2006, 07:11:40 PM »

I don't do the 100 pushups consecutively. I break them up into sets of 10 or 20. I get to do 100 situps each day as well as part of my training for Protech Weapons Camp in May. Saturday I didn't quite make it. 60 pushups and 70 situps. Sunday, Monday and today I've done all 100 of each.

Getting in shape requires small steps. Small steps are hard because you don't feel like you're doing enough. It doesn't give you the same feeling of accomplishment at once that big changes do. Big changes are hard to stick with though.

Count_Zero · « **Reply #10 on:** April 18, 2006, 08:18:31 PM »

Well, I lost the reciept for this textbook I bought. A textbook that was the wrong textbook, and I need that Reciept so I can swap the wrong textbook for the right one.

Damn!

Adam the Alien · « **Reply #11 on:** April 18, 2006, 08:20:29 PM »

It seems, thus far, that I would have a hard time royally fucking up this not-quite-a-relationship-but-hopefully-will-be-a-relationship-soon scenario. Everything seems hopeful.

That said, the pace of it is REALLY fucking frustrating. It's already a naturally slow pace, since we're both really shy. That pace, I'm okay with. Like a casual stroll, it's a pace I can enjoy. Strolls are nice. You get somewhere, and the relaxing pace allows for enjoying the journey there a bit more.

The problem is, we have no time to go even go at that pace. Because of scheduling, it's not a steady stroll. It's like taking a single step, then setting up camp for a week. Then taking another step, and setting up camp for a week.

With a stroll, you get somewhere at a nice, slow pace...but you get there, and you can tell you're getting somewhere, albiet slowly. When you take a step and set up camp for a week, it takes a damn long while before you can even see that you've moved at all.

escmylife · « **Reply #12 on:** April 18, 2006, 08:38:00 PM »

Muscle spasms in my back...
Either that, or they're just really tight muscles which is also possible knowing me.
Either way..it sucks. I could barely get out of bed, didn't go to classes except my night lab which I can't make up so I had to go and had to call off work.
I wish I had someone to rub it for me or atleast one of those massage chairs...Mmmm...

Lorelei · « **Reply #13 on:** April 18, 2006, 08:45:29 PM »

I have a massage chair! Come visit!

Or at least go get yourself a Thermacare Heat wrap. Those things ROCK. Without them I would not survive work some days.

Hippie · « **Reply #14 on:** April 18, 2006, 08:50:13 PM »

Poor Esc.

*makes tea, rubs shoulders*

I hope you're feeling less sore soon, darlin'.

Valdrin · « **Reply #15 on:** April 18, 2006, 09:03:45 PM »

It was on the planagram, damn it!

Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children was on the fucking planagram for Tuesday when I got a peek at it on Monday. What happens when I go in to pick it up? Not only is it NOT on the New Release cube, but it's not even on the print-up anymore! What the fuck?

Ruined my whole fucking evening, I'm telling you...

TGU · « **Reply #16 on:** April 18, 2006, 09:04:21 PM »

I just learned that a good friend's uncle died in a plane crash.

Fuck.

oh knee · « **Reply #17 on:** April 18, 2006, 09:16:47 PM »

All the women that I have a tendency to fall in severe like with live too damn far away! *whines*

Edit: Fucking spelling mistakes.

Gudy · « **Reply #18 on:** April 19, 2006, 07:51:33 AM »

The kid is sick. Temperature is up to 102.5 F, and she's all cranky and whiny and stuff. :-(

Rock Lobster · « **Reply #19 on:** April 19, 2006, 02:55:04 PM »

Quote from: toranoraneko on April 18, 2006, 05:05:27 PM

I have a problem. I've had it for about a month now. I may have told some of you about it. My friend, my best girl friend actually, decided to basically move into my house without asking me. She had come to stay for a few days, which I thought was fine, so I gave her a key. I had told her previously my couch was always open. I didn't mean indefinately.
Now, I'm afraid to ask for it back. She's not helping me with rent, electric, cable or even really food. She has no job, but is trying to find one down here. I guess she thinks she can stay with me forever?
And its not like she has to be down here, either. Her parents want her to come home, want to help her.
I'm starting to feel like I've totally lost control of this situation, and I have no idea how to recify it without losing a friend. Dammit.

Tora...a "friend" does not use you for free crash space and blow off the bills. Especially when she has alternatives. If I were once again reduced to being broke and homeless, you can be damn sure I'd do my best to help out anyone who decided to take my ass in.

This person is not a friend. She is a parasite, pure and simple, and it is not your responsibility to take care of her. Tell her she either needs to kick in for household expenses or you're changing the locks. If she has any problem with this, she was never your friend to begin with.

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