^^Are they male cats, and have they been fixed? We had the same problem with our cat way back in the day, and it stopped after we got him fixed.
^^Are they male cats, and have they been fixed? We had the same problem with our cat way back in the day, and it stopped after we got him fixed.
My department's grad student administrator is a super-nice and super-cool person. Which makes it really hard to bring it to her attention when she screws up.
Optimism.
"Hey we'll just do this and it will work! And we'll just work really really hard you guys And everything will be fine."
No, no it won't, you're fucking blind to our problems because you've been poisoned by positive thinking. There IS a solution, but you don't want to fucking listen because you're convinced that a thing that has NEVER HAPPENED TO YOU OR ANYONE INVOLVED AND THAT YOU'VE NEVER EVEN OBSERVED will happen for us, to a large degree, and soon. Jesus Fuck.
I was on a playground at work today, fucking around on some parallel bars and smashed my shins REALLY FUCKING HARD into the steel bars. They're quite swollen and bruised, and after it happened my vision went all blurry around the edges and I got kinda sick feeling. Nothing's broken or fractured (probably) because I can still walk, and now they're just painful. But the lesson is: NO FUCKING HORSEPLAY AT WORK.
^^I was thinking the same thing. Must be a cool place to work.
I hate people at work who refuse to learn new processes by reading about them.
"What's this thing and how does it work?"
"I'm really busy right now, but here's a document/link/manual that will walk you through it. If you have any questions after reading it, you can come back and ask me in about 20 minutes."
"FUCK YOU DO IT FOR ME!"
How stupid and lazy does somene have to be to not be willing to or capable of following step by step instructions?
Yeah this, spoonfeeders. We had a guy on the department phone call (working from home mind you) with the manager in the room, say: "Yeah well these don't make any sense so I'm not going to do these anymore, someone else can take it". Basically, I'm taking something off my job description...mmmm K?
So I found a lump last night, a rather large one.
Well try not to worry too much (hard I know) until you get it checked out by a doctor, pronto. It could be anything.
I really, really can't stand the fact that this university cannot fucking communicate between offices. I have been waiting for my student refund (to pay for rent, utilities, groceries, etc) since the semester began. This is the last week of classes. To top it off, I am switching banks and car insurance companies ASAP. First and foremost, the cocksuckers at PNC KNOW my balance as well as I. When a payment comes through that is greater than the amount there, rather than saying "nope, that much is not there", they PROCESS the payment and dock me with the charge. The charge in question is my car insurance payment, which is over $250 more than what I found I could get from another company. So in summary, after seeing that 1.) my money from the school HADN'T come through yet and that 2.) I couldn't afford my car insurance payment, 3.) I get ass raped by school, bank and car insurance company.
Fuck. This.
People who turn from the inner lane to the outer lane. Fucking savages. Also, people who idle in the middle of an intersection while waiting for oncoming traffic so they can turn. And Brett Favre. It's pronounced Fahv-ra, not Farve. You can't simply choose to pronounce a word however you want without regard for spelling.
Magtig, go see a doctor and try not to fret - that doesn't really change anything. Trust me, I know how difficult it is, but ultimately it's a waste of energy. I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Nope their both female and have both been fixed. We bought them a new and bigger litterbox and like completely soaked the mattress in odor neutralizer and washed all of the bedding in special cat piss removal stuff. I think the first time it was happened, one of the cats was mad because the letterbox wasn't clean enough for her so she pissed on the bed, and ever since she's just been constantly trying to cover it up or something. Because it's the same spot every time it happens and nowhere else in my apartment.
^^I'll one up Fixer here (because he has NO imagination, apparently) and say I hope two hot ladies do it. How 'bout THAT, Fixer?
Anyway, all kidding aside, I've got my fingers crossed for you, Magtig. Like everyone else said, try not to get panicked (easier said than done, I know) and get to the doc ASAP (which I'm sure you were already going to do). Definitely keep us updated on how it goes.
Last edited by theruiner; 04-22-2012 at 08:56 PM.
Thanks everyone, I'm not really fretting at this point. This thing will probably just wind up being expensive, annoying and painful.
There's certainly a number of explanations for your symptoms that aren't necessarily big problems, but as has been said get a medical opinion if you can. And if you just need to speak frankly about anything, don't hesitate to hit me up. I've got no qualms about discussing what I went through.
Again, not as much piss you off as COMPLETELY FREAK YOU OUT. I may have either done a really good thing today, or an incredibly stupid one, by telling one of my most homophobic students that I'm actually not straight myself. Okay, I did do it after first telling him how much I loved and respected him, and how much I hoped he wouldn't lose respect for me, and when I told him that hearing him say all that generalized bullshit about 'all gays are this' and 'they all are over the top' that breaks my heart, he fell really quiet and immediately apologized. And assured me that I'd earned his respect, and he wouldn't be any different around me.
I just hope he means it, and I hope he understands that he can't tell anyone.
God. I'm an idiot.
I get that your situation is particularly fraught and I totally understand why you might be feeling that way, but just speaking in general — it pisses me off when this is a thing. Secretive/repressive approaches towards sexual orientation irk me. To paraphrase that restored scene in Kubrick's Spartacus: some people like oysters, some like snails, some like both... shouldn't be a big deal.
Last edited by botley; 04-23-2012 at 10:46 AM.
I completely agree, actually. Sadly, it's either my job, or candidness about who I date - and since I'm not dating anyone at the moment, and I really love my job... Well, it's a choice I made. I feel very different about my own decision to work for the Church, knowing what it means for me; and situations where people don't have that choice because being out would mean their death; or they're shoved out of closets because someone (usually the media) feels that closets have no right to exist.