The Complaining and Bitching Thread

If you insist .

Consider how late Rockets fans have had to stay up for the OT games in Portland. It's about time that the Rockets learned how to close a game in regulation; now they need to do it two more times in a row.

 

I won't get to see my baby until 5pm today. :-(

 

I wish, 24F here and the motorcycle is sitting in the driveway making faces at me.

 

Just pretend it's a prolonged peek-a-boo session.

/c'mon 5pm PST!

 

It means you're doing your job right.
It can be pretty awful, I know.
Jadzia told me the stuff she couldn't tell anybody else so I know some of what you face in terms of the kids telling you their secrets.
It can be damned sad but it means they trust you on a level that's remarkable.
That's a good thing.

 

I'm just glad you're there for them and will do what it takes to get them that help.
Maybe that is what they see in you, the compassion and caring.

 

(First, a brief prologue)


and now, The Punchline:

 

I know what it is. You have a kind heart, you truly care and they know it. You present yourself in such a way that despite being a grown up in a position of authority, you can be confided in and trusted.

 

Absolutely. You are approachable.

 

May Day!
Geez, Louise.
Didn't know of the term 'drop ship' before today.
My dining room set was one we bought when I was pregnant 22 years ago. I prefer a wood table which it is. The table, which bears many scratches needs to be refinished. I could replace it for the cost of paying someone to do it--so it is going to Maple Lake. The chairs all broke and so we have three matching and one mismatched replacement chair from resale shops. The new set is nice quality but having done my research I knew delivery, which was free, would be iffy. First, they showed up a day early. I had been 'up' for 5 minutes when I heard the message that they would arrive five minutes ago. They unloaded a pallette at the end of the front sidewalk. My son, who had the day off and keeps insane hours like I do, got out of a dead sleep and signed off on the delivery. Then the rain returned. I got lucky in the kid lottery as the table weighs nearly 200 lbs unassembled, and as I was inside throwing clothes on over my sleep-shirt and tending to the dogs, he cut off the heavy plastic covering the pallette and brought all the pieces inside. He insisted that the only help he needed was for me to hold the door open. Then he hauled the pallette to the Dumpster. Sheesh. I guess the day is started.

 

Just spent 7 hours in meetings today. I'm ready to stab myself in the neck with a dinner fork.....

 

Turned down for the job I wanted really really badly.

Time to bum around and stare dejectedly at my experiments.

I really didn't need another school/work letdown this week.

Can I drink yet?

 

It's difficult not to provide Chris-don't-be-such-a-total-downer responses to questions that are clearly rhetorical.

I
must
remove
my
hands
from
the
keyboard
now.

 

Sorry to hear the bad news, GeneticShift. It's always toughest when you're starting out But you will find a job you love. You'll also find that the balance will change as you gain working experience.

In the beginning a lot of places will almost dare you to prove why they should hire you. With experience, they'll be trying harder to convince you that you should choose them