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Spare Me
Re #29/30: Thanks, Grant, but we're certainly regarded as "unskilled labor" by "management." Of course, the question is something like, "If our job requires no skill, how come you SUCK at it when you cross crafts to attempt doing it?" :) It's one of those jobs that's seen as oh-so-easy by everyone who's never done it, and yet our turnover is unbelievable (especially considering the salary and the state of the economy). So, do Bukowski's monkeys ever get down to monkey business, or not?— April 11, 2010 11:04 a.m.
Steve is a Loser
Oh, Grant, this is priceless from the opening paragraph to the end. I know a "Steve" as well. And yes, his name is STEVE. The first of my 2 live-in relationships. EXACTLY the same guy, swear to God. A lazy, passive-aggressive, pouting, manipulative, potsmoking manchild. The only thing to do with a guy like this when he shows up on at your door is to shut it in his face. Arizona seems to be the place for this. An alcoholic ex-coworker/friend of mine from Texas showed up unannounced at my workplace in Arizona once. I hadn't been in contact with him at all for quite a while, but he knew I had a new house. It was pretty clear that what he expected to happen was for me to hand over the keys to my brand new, perfectly clean, blissfully quiet and private abode. Guess what? Didn't happen. :) If I'd been younger and dumber, I might have. But unfortunately for him, I was a grownass woman at this point, with too much loser experience. God knows how much crap he had packed into whatever he was driving. He would've had it all moved into my house and hunkered down for the duration by the time I got home. Guaranteed. I sent him right back across the damn desert, much to my codependent female coworkers' horror. What do I find out? That he's on the run and in big trouble, of course. He was a mail carrier, and had shoved 3 APCs (large transport cages) of mail and packages into a storage unit that he'd rented. The Postal Inspectors were after him, and they're on a par with the FBI. That's just one of the BumBullets I've dodged over the years. Apparently, I have a target painted on me somewhere that's visible only to them. Kinda like bees can see ultraviolets and infrareds, or something. Luckily, I've grown a special antenna that detects them as well. :)— April 11, 2010 10:06 a.m.
Spare Me
"No, hun, like many fine poets, you're one of underappreciated value." Amen to that. Most of the poets I studied in school didn't do a darn thing for me. Nan blows my hair back every time. "For one thing, I'm putting a burden on my poor wife in that while we could continue to scrape by, it isn't fair to her that I bring in so little money." *respect* This fact sure never stopped my ex-BFs from sitting on their arses while I broke my back working. Nothing quite like that parasite/host mentality. :/ Actually, I find that my repetitive, boring, menial job requires so little of my conscious attention for most of the day that I wrote most of my papers for school entirely in my head while I was working. I'd occasionally stop to write a key word or two down. Maybe it's an ADD thing. *shrug*— April 10, 2010 8:01 p.m.
Political Ballooning
I like it. :) Now all the balloonist needs is for a Libertarian to show up with a military semiautomatic to put a plug in her balloons one at a time and bring her down to earth (or sea). Maybe then she can catch a ride with the guy in the boat. ;)— April 9, 2010 11:03 p.m.
Spare Me
"Of course I'll still write and wait, but meanwhile it's back to Bukowski's post office." Good luck getting hired. The USPS is offering early retirement, trying to go to 5-day delivery, and is BILLIONS in debt. http://www.usps.com/strategicplanning/cs09/CSPO_0… :(— April 9, 2010 10:51 p.m.
Spare Me
"The Goddamned Washington Post" Heehee. Love the caps. You don't see the full title in print very often. :)— April 9, 2010 4:11 p.m.
two bulls
"...oh what the hell is wrong with me..." Borderline Personality Disorder, at the very least. (That would be the "good" news.)— April 8, 2010 9:14 p.m.
What would people be surprised to know about you?
...or that I like horsies and kitties? ;) Magics, you 'would' be the one to appreciate my dark side (and it is HELLAdark over there). http://www.makebelievecostume.com/images_product/… >:^D— April 7, 2010 10:20 p.m.
Tundra # 11
"Chin whiskers can definitely be sexy." Or not. Sometimes yes... http://www.fancydressfast.com/images/cats_whisker… Sometimes, not so much. http://www.dirjournal.com/info/wp-content/uploads… :)>— April 7, 2010 7:38 p.m.
Getting The Check
Appreciated or not, it's good stuff, Cuddle. We'll see what Obama thinks of it. I sent the link to the White House. You're welcome. :) (I'm sure reading it is right at the top of his Things To Do list.)— April 7, 2010 7:23 p.m.