The Complaining and Bitching Thread

My bladder has 32oz of green and 8oz black tea in it. And it's 30m until meeting break.

 

I presently have a deficit of steaks in my belly. Why must my belly suffer so?

 

I thought the cut that I got on the inside of my lower lip was healing quite nicely. I was taking every precaution to not resplit the cut, keep food out of it, etc so it could heal quickly.

I notice a stronger pain today than I did yesterday. I look in the mirror.

BAM. Canker sore.

I. HATE. CANKER SORES.

 

They're clown shoes. And basically socks with rubber bottoms.

 

And I have loved them since 6th grade. The fact that the soles are totally flat, though, is what seems to be the problem.

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Time seems to have entered a No Passing Zone.

 

And unattractive. They aren't crocs level, but if you have to market them as hipster shoes, then they aren't hip.

 

I've got a pair in my closet that has nifty arch support insoles in them. It makes them tolerable. I still feel vaguely dorky wearing them, though.

The bigger your feet, the more clown-like you become when you don them. Chicks with tiny, tiny tootsies look retro cool in them, of course.

 

I went. 40 people watched me get up and leave, but there was a danger factor involved.

 

My butt/hip still hurts.

 

Mine too. But I've been sitting in the same chair since 7am.

 

Boohead girl has worn converse every single day for the last two years. I am probably allowing her to ruin her feet. But she likes them...

 

Well, it was also a not-very-fun reminder that I am OLD I wore them all the time in junior high & high school without any noticeable problems.

 

As for bitching, I had to go to the hospital and pick out my patient for tomorrow (34 year old male w. a pretty bad case of colitis and no pre-existing/complicating health problems - aka, cake!). While there I was there, I was shuffled off to the break room and commanded to disrobe from the waist up so that some fellow students could gawk at my fucking awesome tattoo. After leaving, it was pouring down rain and I stopped to help this panicky woman corral her shih tzu that had gotten loose and was trotting up 434 in heavy traffic (little shit). Then, soaking wet, I was off to the kinko's to print some things for tomorrow (my printer is out of toner, gah!, I hate that shit). Last, I stopped by the Target to pick up pet food and mouthwash and other crap we needed.

And through all of that it seemed like every moron and/or asshole in the tri-county area had converged on the same triangular shaped Altamonte/Longwood route that I was driving today just so they could piss me the hell off. Damn, people. It's raining, stop cutting me off and slamming on your brakes and all that other crazy shit! I certainly didn't wake up this morning with the desire to hydroplane all over fucking Seminole county.

Damn. That's better. Home sweet home.

 

Kind of pisses me off the photos from my phone look almost as good as the ones from my Nikon.

 

So glad this friggin' week if finally over! Working in an effin' insane asylum every day, then coming home to more stress....ARRRGGGHHH

 

Dear ESRI,

I gave up using your ArcGIS software when I foolishly decided to get my degree in something that pays half as much and is completely unrelated to my current employment.

As such, please stop sending me your magazine. It rubs salt in the wound that was my foolish youth.

Regards,

- Plan9

 

I like converse shoes. I would wear my son's when I could steal them from him. Sadly, when he moved out, so did the shoes.

But yes... terrible arch support.