The Complaining and Bitching Thread

I hope that he doesn't stop to calculate angles, depth, volume, thrust, etc. during sex .

 

I'm guilty of that. 13 years of engineering school will do that.

I look at buildings and bridges in terms of stress and strain. Casinos are probability homework and cooking is a combination of chemistry, thermodynamics, and altitude calculations.

 

I'm glad I think of everything in psychology terms, not math.

 

Even out of this line of work for many years, I still find myself doing the same. Not as much as I used to, but I doubt it will ever go away completely.

 

I don't think, it makes my head hurt...

 

I have mad respect for teachers. I watched three older sisters through long careers. My gripe was always with school administrators. So many have their heads firmly planted up their asses. They are the ones that drove is to our decision to homeschool. And my sisters endorsed that decision. Our kids have turned out great.

 

I have to say that you have a little more flexibility teaching Romeo and Juliet than the math teachers.
The freaking connected math books (more like booklets) required that you be at a certain point at a certain time of the year even if your kids weren't able to figure out the work.
Jadzia hated those things.
She liked some of the work problems and that was about it.
She would make her own tests and lessons but write fake lesson plans to match the books.
When she would be evaluated she would adapt the day to fit the book.
It's an awful thing to have to do but it's how a good teacher handles bad curriculum.

 

The dog doesn't judge the family.

It's why he's the dog.

/JUDGING

 

Ditto.
It's impossible to stop.

 

I have something stuck in my tooth.

 

At a work luncheon I was at the table with my annoying coworker AND, by chance, the keynote speaker.

The speaker was having a really interesting conversation with the gentleman sitting next to me. The bitch kept interrupting them passing bread or coffee or just being loud and disruptive. The gentleman next to me was visibly annoyed.

She is so damn rude. I didn't have scissors, but I did have a butter knife. Unfortunately, I also had witnesses.

 

Something's got to give with my work set up. Two steps forward, enormous leap back isn't working for me.
I need a hero!

 

Seriously....fist to the face. I need that to happen.

 

Meh. Food isn't that important .