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I slept for an hour.
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I am at work.
I slept for an hour.
Can't sleep. I'm on the weirdest sleep schedule of my life, I think.
I woke up today at 2am. Wide awake. I tried lying in bed, trying to go back to sleep. After a while, I got up and read an especially bizarre book that usually makes me tired. Now, I'm fishing in FFXIO. I don't understand it, and it sucks.
Also, it has been snowing nonstop since friday. I haven't had to go out in it much, but it is isolating as fuck for someone who doesn't have a good deal of confidence driving in the snow/ice/horror. Additional point: havent gotten to the post office since before xmas, so no idea if degree is there.
I've also destroyed my sleep-wake cycle! Yay!
It snowed here for about a week. As usual the whole fucking city flew into a panic.Quote:
Originally Posted by M
so im trying to make a right turn out of a section of the in-n-out parking lot
this woman is trying to make a left turn into the parking lot i am in.
she doesnt turn wide enough, slams into the front of my car. Not that she was going really fast, if anything it was her failure to A) realize i was OBVIOUSLY there, and B) have that train of thought go from her brain to her foot to hit the fucking brake.
We park, walk out. She begins the argument by saying that she couldnt see my black car (my car is far from black). She then begins to say that i didnt have my lights on (my lights were most definately on). She finishes with saying that i slammed into her (my car was completely stationary, and the damage shows it). She then has to return back into her car, and grab out of her purse her eye glasses (she was a more elderly woman, i wonder if her license requires eyewear to drive).
I have a witness, my passenger.
You should have slapped that bitch across the face imo
My Right ear hurts like fucking hell, going back to the doctor's.
I got caught by a left hook and the right side of my cheek bone is puffy now. I don't know if it will help any, but I'm going to smoke some grass now just in case.
So am I.
Guys that stuff is highly illegal.
Don't go all Grey's Anatomy on us now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Drewbacca
Who?
Sneaky Pete, aka Officer McChickenshit, aka Octavius, aka Pietro Rasputin.Quote:
Originally Posted by Drewbacca
Tired of being held hostage by the gf's parents and relatives. Between the two sets of them, we have 6 wardens who won't let us do a single thing that doesn't involve them. I don't even bother to tell people where we are because how can I explain we can't actually leave to go do something actually fun? To these people, we're 6-year-old kids who can't be left alone. WTF!? Add to this that they can't actually decide to do something. We spend all day bored at the house counting down to the day we leave.
Not that back home will be any more fun for the next month or so. My mother broke her ankle the day before I left so I'll be switching out with my brother daily taking care of her (read: as soon as I get back, he'll find some excuse to not be around period.) until her ankle is out of the cast.
I have a terrible headache, I feel like shit and I have to go to work soon to provide service to all the imbeciles, losers, drunks, fools and retards.
Man you gotta stop serving these things up on a silver platter for Yoshi...
I really should have, because my insurance company called to inform me she gave a false statement to them stating i was swerving through lanes and then crossed through empty parking spots and slammed into her.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rich
Seriously, the fucking nerve of some people. It would be one thing if she kept claiming it was my fault just cause she doesnt want to pay up, its another to make a completely false story.
Her insurance is now having me go to a shop where one of their representatives can look at the damage on my car and determine who is at fault, as far as my insurance is concerned, they classify her as in fault.
Leave California.
What the fuck is it with people in their late 50's and early 60's? Is that when the brain starts to die? This seems to be the dumbest age group of people out there.Quote:
Originally Posted by B-Ri
Today is payday and because my coworker forgot to call me to tell me we got our cheques — and the office is now closed — I don't get paid.
I'm sick of this. Sometimes they pay us a day late. Sometimes they pay us a few days late. Or, they give out cheques when no one is there because of holidays. They hand out cheques at the end of the day, sometimes 5 or 6 at night. This is why direct deposit exists. Fuck. I hate this company. Maybe I'm over reacting, but this is the only place I've ever worked at where payday provokes anxiety. Even fucking McDonalds had their act together. Ugh. I like getting paid on time. I like a definitive pay schedule. I enjoy not having to drive 45 minutes to get a cheque. I like competent HR people.
Oh well. It's only a couple days until I get my cheque. And besides, I'm not hard up for cash.
Edit: I just watched the Kimbo Slice MMA fight and made me smile. So I feel good again.
UPS was scheduled to deliver the rest of my new computer (which is just a power supply) yesterday. They didn't make it, it's sitting there in a warehouse twenty minutes from me, they don't deliver new year's eve or new year's day, and I can't go out there to pick it up. And I don't have a lot to do here.
At least I'm driving out and seeing the GF tonight.
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Today is payday and because my coworker forgot to call me to tell me we got our cheques — and the office is now closed — I don't get paid.
I'm sick of this. Sometimes they pay us a day late. Sometimes they pay us a few days late. Or, they give out cheques when no one is there because of holidays. They hand out cheques at the end of the day, sometimes 5 or 6 at night. This is why direct deposit exists. Fuck. I hate this company. Maybe I'm over reacting, but this is the only place I've ever worked at where payday provokes anxiety. Even fucking McDonalds had their act together. Ugh. I like getting paid on time. I like a definitive pay schedule. I enjoy not having to drive 45 minutes to get a cheque. I like competent HR people.
Can you not get direct deposit? Really, as long as they pay you within a few days of schedule, what's the big deal? Why don't you just pop in and ask when it's close to pay day?
We had direct deposit and then they suddenly stopped doing it without telling us.Quote:
Originally Posted by Finch
It really isn't that big of a deal, but I'm used to having my money in my account on payday. It's always been like that, but not here. I don't live paycheque to paycheque but I sort of count on that cash to pay bills and such. It's how I organize things. Maybe I'm not used to it. At every other company I worked at, pay would always be in my account the night before payday at 11:59. Here I was told our signed contract (that you get paid on the first and last day of every month) isn't really valid or some bullshit by my editor in chief, and they can pay us whenever. So if it pay day is on a Sunday, they can pay you on Monday. Whereas everywhere else, they pay you on the Friday.
According to provincial labour law, you're supposed to get paid on and before your pay period not after. If a pay day lands on a long weekend (let's say a Friday) they're supposed to pay you on the day before (Thursday). Now on a Monday. They don't follow that either.
And asking the HR lady when we're getting paid = she'll get pissed at us. They're also two months late in reimbursing me for gas (I drive a lot), which also sucks. Driving 50k to take pictures of crap that doesn't t end up in the paper on a regular basis is sort of a waste of gas.
My company also doesn't pay freelancers on time, however that's par for the course, right? A guy wrote a story in April, got paid in October. $50.
I guess it's better than not being paid at all. Again, I'm prolly overreacting, but it's just not something I'm used to. And everyone I know says it's fucked up.
I'm going to Times Square tonight.
Seriously.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gohron
Now a friend has me worried that the outcome is going to come out as AllState will claim its a no-fault and wont pay me out for the damages.
Then its a lawsuit, cause this lying witch is NOT getting away with this.
When I freelance for anyone, I get paid at the end of the day, no ifs, ands, or buts. The exception is if it's a well known client I've worked with often and have good rapport with, and then I will allow them to pay me at the end of a multi-day project. I don't go for that "check is in the mail" shit. If you go by a "pay me whenever" policy then you will get paid "whenever" they feel like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
yeah, Brisco, you frilly pantsu wearing mother fucker.
I was going to have a couple drinks with SSJN tonight at a local place but he decided he was too sick and the roads were shitty and he had already filled his adult diapers (I couldn't really tell, his message kept cutting out). So now I have no one to kiss on new years except my dad. At least he knows how to do it, he's kept my mom around for 28 years.
You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.
Times Square was uhh...cold.
I still can't feel my extremities.
At least I was all behind the scenes and shit and had police escorts all over!
What;s buggin me is the roommates I have. They bug the fuck out of me. The other roommate is my HS friend and he;s cool/ These other faggots suck shit I hope they die in a fucking fire. I can;'t waut to move out.
Freelance writing is VERY different, especially in the magazine field. It's the norm to get paid on publication, not on due date. I've experienced this. It's not a big deal.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mykozo
I did something over new years that I really shouldn't have and I'm regretting it a good deal at the moment.
Bbobb fucked a japanese dude, confirmed!
it's ok bbobb, herpes goes away in a week or two
Nah, I'd be suicidal at that point.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shin Johnpv
A2M confirmed.
Everybody knows you don't do A2M.
I got home, took a double shot of Nyquil and was out like a light by 9:00.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pineapple
My cold has killed my taste buds so badly that my Wegman's Chicken Noodle tastes like watery mush. There's no point in having a cold if I can't enjoy the obligatory chicken noodle soup dammit!
Pounding headache. Pounding headache.
I was kind of hoping Rich would get hurt at time square in some sort of zombie attack.
didn't happen
now I'm bummed out :C
myk brought up ecto cooler and now I want some.
Biff's back.
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CRAP!
Yeah, hey Nick, that was supposed to be a lifetime ban. Fix that please. Thanks.
I'm awake, I'm awake, I'm awake. Wtf!
Me too, man. I just wasted two hours of life watching Madden Nation season 4. Then I looked up who won because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't.
Fuck that sucks though, this guy was forced into playing for his tournament life by his shitty teammates forever, took out like 5 guys, then lost in the championship and got no money. That sucks.
I just finished watching the documentary American Teen. Great movie.
It bears repeating: Teenagers are incredibly stupid and cruel. It's amazing how the girls you disliked/avoided in high school are sooooooo attractive to you now. With age comes wisdom.
The girls I disliked in high school are mostly fat now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
So are the ones I liked.
I guess they take their wisdom with a side of fries.
there is nothing amazing about that. It is just conditioning from dealing with their crap.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
it works both ways too. Ms. Hotty doesn't mind so much dating the smart guy after the end of her 5 year long soul killing marriage with the QB.
I haven't been able to sleep and I don't think I will. Fuck.
Somebody fucking shoot me.
Sick as a dog today, flu...
As for kids, karma always bites you in the ass. Most of the dudes I was friends with were sports guys, who grew used to being accepted and getting things handed to them. Then they go to college amd most get none of the above and quit, so they come home and take menial jobs and knock up their high school gf's. They can still be seen going to the local bar and talkig about the glory days, it's pathetic and sad. As for the ugly high school girl made good, chances are she was always pretty but lacked confidence.
I had this trouble last week before Christmas. The trick is to stop trying to go to sleep. Go and watch a DVD, read a book, or draw. Whatever. Get your mind off of it. There's no sense forcing yourself to sleep if you have too much energy to do so.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
You might be tired during the next day, but far worse things could happen to you than being tired during the day. And the next night you will be so tired you'll be able to pass out no problem (and not ruin your sleep/wake cycle).
This. Last night i spent about 3 hours laying in bed trying to sleep, got the shits and just got up. i didn't get any sleep at all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
My ears are still in pain, I may have to go see an ear/mouth/throat specialist. God damnit such a fucking pain in the ass. If it weren't for the Ear Ache I'd be in an amazing mood though.
I think I have tendonitus in my left bicep towards where the arm meets the shoulder. I'm not entirely sure but I do know that I'm in terrible terrible pain and it's been going on and off for the past several days. I have no idea what caused it but if it doesn't go away soon I'm going to have to go see a doctor.
Got my spring schedule for work. I requested 30-35 hours, and got 14. I am completely fucked now.
If you're working an on campus job that all students work at, 30-35 was a pipe dream.Quote:
Originally Posted by Nomi
I've had this job for 2 semesters, never had a problem with hours. I think the University cut back on lab hours or overstaffed or something, everyone is complaining about being shorted now.
Finally fell asleep sometime around 8am. Woke in time for the Slovakia upset of Team USA.
The girl of my dreams in high school just told me she's engaged to a guy who treated her poorly there... and now we're on the phone and she's reading me the manual for her new one. So yeah, I'm in Hell.
Hang up.
Can't - I love hearing her voice.
Then man up.
I'll talk pretty to you J.
Saddest thing I ever read.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy
HANG UP!
hahahahaQuote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy
oh man. priceless.
now if only buttcheeks would say the same
Ok, my sister wants to go to Scottsboro alabama. It is 3 hours away. The place she wishes to go t closes at 6
not only did she wait way to late in the day to decide to this, she and my mother decided to take nice long baths before leaveing.
IF YOU WANTED TO GO, WHY DID YOU NOT BATH LAST NIGHT AND US LEAVE BEFORE LUNCH YOU STUPID ASS!?!
I've never been anywhere in Alabama that's worth driving more than 20 minutes to get to. However, if the place your sister wants to go to gives away $100 bills while high class escorts, dressed up like the ladies from Street Fighter, pleasure their patrons - then that'd be worth driving 3 hours to get to. But that's the only thing. That or a restaraunt that serves really good steak. Only those two things would be worth driving that long for. Or a Bubba Gump Shrimp Factory. Those three things.Quote:
Originally Posted by buttcheeks
you really should have found a way to get off the phone soon after finding out that she was about to get married. Dude, be honest with yourself. Be honest about what you need, who you are, and what makes you sad. And then don't make yourself go through shit that you know will make you sad.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy
And no white knight shit.
The only person that needs a white knight is your princess/queen, and she ain't either.
I called her because I wanted to tell her how I felt about the whole arrangement - that I was happy for her, but also that I had to express how I felt about her. We'd just gotten back in touch last Sunday, and aside from putting up with her reading me the damned phone manual, I was honest with her over the phone - telling her that I felt used by her for years due to being given the "I love you like a brother" label, that I feel I've made big enough strides this year to finally be an asset to her instead of a liability, and that what makes me sad is not being around her as she makes me feel complete. I felt like shit throughout Friday, leading to a friend of 20 years telling me to snap out of it, which helped a lot. Calling her and telling her how I felt helped more.
From one geek to another, plz don't let yourself get in a situation like that again. Things should have never lasted long enough for you to get hurt enough that you felt you needed to talk to her about this.
you're too good of a person to be put through this crap.
I'm sick. I'm drinking straight rum.
poo
So, I went out for my morning run today. About a third of the way out I hit a piece of fucking black ice, vertical 360'd, and hit the back of my head so hard that it felt like somebody hit me with a bat. I'm showings signs of having a concussion and my head feels like shit, so I'm going to smoke a bowl and see how I feel in an hour or so....
You would've landed right back on your feet after a vertical 360.
You and your silly logic.
Okay, so more like a 290.
I'm goi ng to guess it was more of a 90.
I want to visit Kris but I have no idea what his address is since Rich is a faggot.
1.) The dentist can't seem to keep my crown from falling out. It's in again, but it's probably only a matter of time until it falls out again and I have to miss work to get it put properly in place.
2.) I got banned at GAF again for bitching about $80 HDMI cables.
It's only for a week, though.
Pardon my assumption Jemery. I didn't know you were on the phone laying down the law.Which is exactly why he is being put through it.Quote:
Originally Posted by buttcheeks
Asset and liability? You sure know how to romance a girl, Romeo.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy
Always freeing to have all the cards out on the table, though. It's the only way you'll move on or she will. Like a weight has been lifted off your shoulder you didn't realize was weighing you down so much.
3.) My holiday vacation is over as of tonight.
4.) I've gotten a total of 4 hours sleep the past two days.
If I can't be honest with her now, then I really don't deserve to be married to her, which is my ultimate goal - and one that I told her about on Friday when I found out. I definitely feel better after telling her how I felt - it wasn't easy, but I'd rather see our relationship have some rocky patches due to honesty than appear to be smooth sailing based on lies and deception.Quote:
Originally Posted by Drewbacca
I'm playing Chrono Trigger for the first time and say that it is horse shit for me getting in trouble for getting her pendant first. If someone were to knock me over at the fair and my wallet flew out of my pocket I would appreciate them making sure that it didn't get taken by someone else before they checked on me.
Although I probably shouldn't have tried to sell it to Melchior...
I have this sneaking suspicion I don't like video games anymore. I tried to play Bioshock today—Xmas gift—and despite the dark overtones and the morality choices, all I could think was, "Well, I'm shooting people. Oh, I have to collect something. Hmm, aim for the head." (On the flip side, I may play Legendary Axe 2 for the PC-Engine.)
I turned it off and read Chuck Klosterman's Fargo Rock City. I don't even like heavy metal but I love the book.
I just recently got back into video games after a year or two hiatus.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
It's nice, although more likely because I ran out of movies to watch.
I just found a bunch of amazing movies to watch. Fuck games.
I don't think I've seen daylight for about a week.
I'll try and stay up, but I get deliriously tired by about 7am, and I can't do naps.
I'm almost never aware of my dreams at all. Now I can't stay asleep for more than a few hours without waking up in the middle of a nightmare. This is stupid.
Having 4 days off gave me enough time to sit around and watch whatever was on the telly. Good god CSI Miami is a horrible show. David Caruso is one part Shatner, one part Bale (in the Batman movies). He is so fucking annoying. "I have a gruff voice. I'll stall on the simplest of lines, put on my cool sunglasses, tilt my head and never look you in the eye." It amazes me how long the show lasted.
I'm hungover.
I have a cold and am tired since I did not go to sleep on Saturday at all, just one long night of partying. My mind is sharp this morning but I am a bit cranky so I'll have to bite my tongue.
Just a hunch but maybe your entertainment profile is evolving. Bioshock is not a game, in my opinion, rather an attempt at interactive storytelling in the videogame format. For example, I'd rather watch the game on YouTube than pay $ to own that game, or honestly, to even play it any longer than I did. If you have generally been a fan of these types games, maybe now you'd rather get that form of storytelling entertainment elsewhere, like a book or a movie or stories shared with friends and acquaintances. Then when you mention your inclination to play something like Legendary Axe 2, well, that's actually a videogame where the gameplay itself is the primary, and perhaps only intent and focus. It's there for you to have fun with and enjoy, not to provide some deep perspective changing meaning. I'm probably just projecting my enterainment profile onto you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brisco Bold
noobQuote:
Originally Posted by Razor Ramon
noobasaurus rex.
I hate CSI. The idiots on that show will walk into some crime scene where some poor teenage girl has been raped, chopped up, and melted with acid or something, and all they care about is making clever quips about it and acting too cool for school. Fuck CSI.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dyne
I've got chlamydia.
In my eye.
wtf?
at least i only need 2 days of antibiotics but looks like i've got to wrap it up until my gf goes to get checked out.
Plus, all the goths and "different" people it has driven to "careers in forensic science". Jesus, I don't think I've ever come upon a more cliche career these days.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dolemite