Oh that is so sad news BPB anything we can do to help?
Wishing you strength, BPB ...
Yes, ditto nimh and holding you in the light.
oh I'm sure it's all my fault and will blow over.....
I'm tired and a little bit tipsy. Tomorrow morning I'll be tired and a little bit hung-over.
hung-over is good for the soul you know...
I'm sick and tired of road construction! This freakin' town is one giant orange barrel! "They" schedule all these projects the same damn time, through town, around town, the freeway, and they're all long term. One decent sized crash and it's all over, this town needs an enema!
Sick and Tired
I am sick and tired of listening to young women when they do that "up-talking" think. You know, it's when they make every sentence or phrase sound like a question. For example, Oh my gaad, I saw my friend Margo (end on an upnote, like you are asking a question), and she was like with this guy (up) and he had a parrot (up) and like I was so not interested.
I agree with everybody so far but wonder about farmerman's summary. Not that I am any fan of corporate architects and engineers. But they are probably covering asses. Well, I don't know the particulars, and have no idea of where I would land if I knew them. But -
I don't like a system where built in ass covering is a necessary part. In some countries people have to add in various payoffs. Always the customer pays. As an occasional customer who basically can't afford being a customer of anything despite not being a sluggard, I would like to see real help to the grass roots all across the board, from health care of all sorts, and very small businees help, and attention to cities.
Ok, see I can veer to soap box. Tired of cities not being attended to because suburb folks vote. I want city people to vote. Ne'er mind that we in the cities matter, as it is - past that, our land is finite and we will all be back to cities in order to save land. Cities and people in the cities should not be left so desolate in our hearts and country's wallet, while star wars moves along.
Working 3rd shift.
Not getting enough sleep.
Drivers in KC.
There should be no third shifts. Period. In my opinon.
Third shift, niagara Falls, slowwwly I turned.
i worked in a pie factory on 3rd shift years ago. i got fired for shutting the pie line down because there was a roach that fell from the ceiling onto the dough bin and he got incorporated into a large ribbon of dough. The roach was never found so I had all the ladies on the pie shell line just dump shells and then I shut the whole thing down and began having everyone clean out the machine. The plant manager came over and fired me on the spot. It was a summer job and I was hired only because I was able to read instructions on the machine.
This was the only job from which I was ever fired and it was a personal blot. I did what any red blooded kid would do. I threatened to punch out the plant manager , so I got arrested and briefly detained for making a threat.
I got my revenge anyway.
I reported the pie factory to the dept of Agriculture. they came down and did a big-time inspection and closed the plant for about a week till the insects were satisfactorally relocated or disappeared. I then visited the plant manager on my way to school a few weeks later and , standing in the parking lot, loudly reminded him that "... you **** with me, ill **** with you..." i was a very vindictive kid, but I still felt more responsible to produce a quality product with only the ingredients included on the label. however this major pie company, apparently had other thoughts.
The pie company threatened to sue me personally for loss of business. Wherein, my uncle, who was a big time defense attorney , sent a letter on my behalf that reminded the pie company that we would enjoy the opportunity to disclose in open court, the fact that there were ingredients in their pies that would best be kept off the ad copy. They ultimately agreed and they offered to settle with us . my uncle replied that we werent looking for any settlement , nor were we bound by any terms of settlement to, keep quiet about any of this
So.If anyone wants the name of the pie company , just send me a pM cause i think if I blurted it out, it may be considered libelous.
this event happened over 30 years ago and Im still peeved , This forum has helped me immeasurably , im s till healing. Thank you for the opportunity to exhorcise this demon Joanne
About twelve years ago I started buying groceries from a major chain store. Right away there were issues. I brought a chicken home and opened it within 30 minutes to cook it. It smelled, so I took it back less than an hour after making the purchase. The manager became beliggerent. "You've had that a long time, haven't you?"
"Yep: thirty minutes."
They begrudgingly gave me a refund.
There were other incidents, but I was tired from working most days and did not go the extra distance to shop elsewhere. One day I prepared a sandwich from the store brand bread. By the second or third bite I noted a strange flavor. It proved to be a full load of rat sh - dooty embedded in the crust next to my last bite. This was a national chain store, somebody most people trust. I debated whether to launch a lawsuit, but in the end sent the bread down the disposal. I realized later on I had made a mistake, for now there was no proof they needed to clean up their bakery. Instead of letting someone know, I let it all go. But since then I have understood the term mental anguish from a first hand perspective, and I also know I was derelict in my duty to the other store customers.
Once upon a time I worked lots of OT and at first it was great, the money, that is. I worked my first holiday weekend over Labor Day 1973. And in 1974 if I remember correctly I clocked over 350 hours of of OT and the same again in 1975.
Eventually the OT slowed down a bit but still I worked a straight 8 every Saturday for years. And the employer, the Social Security Administration (SSA) still would not hire any more employees.
Finally one day I woke up - as long as all of us good little federal workers worked 60 hours a week the SSA would not have to fill any positions. That wake up call in 1980 was the instigation of my active unionism. Yes indeedy I took action into my own hands and led my co-workers to change things and by gosh we did it.
By 1982 I got another wake up call between working fulltime and my union activities I was still spending way to much time away from my family. At that time I was able to switch to being a fulltime Union Organizer on leave without pay from SSA. Organizing is like dessert compared to the litigation side of the house.
By 1984 I was really aware, I looked around and my five year old was a teenager, and I had missed a lot of her life. That was it I left SSA, union activism until 1988. And I am so glad that I did those last four years with Cyn were the best years of my life.
Still I really get pissed off that I allowed the government to use me that way and the AFL as well.
Like FM I have been mellowing out ever since 8/4/00, first in Abuzz and now A2k. You guys have really helped. And now that I have met so many face to face (go to the gallery FM to see the pics FM) at the Texas gathering I know you are real, a bit different in person the the essence is the same.
I cannot wait until April for the San Francisco gathering. And of course I am trying to organize an antiquing and Junking expedition with FM and Mrs. FM over the winter months.
Always, forever and ever I will be an organizer. But guess what last weekend in OKC, OK BillW and KayW drove up and we visited again. And tomorrow I am having a late lunch with the lovely Lola while I set up for a show in Dallas.
So I guess I am sick and tired of the gov even after 8 years of retirement, kind of sick and tired of the union, but happy to have found a forum where I could associate with so many wonderful people in cyber space and reality.
Yesterday I almost got knocked over by a woman walking and talking on her cell. I really am tired of cell phones.
Why do people talk so much louder when using a cell? They cannot possible want the world to hear their trival conversation - or do they?
I am sick and tired of potato chips...they are my favorite food and I have given them up....unlike my earlier cocaine, cigarette and adultery habits...the craving for potato chips only heightens with time.
Everywhere I go I see potato chips. I wish they would just disappear from the face of the Earth.
Or I wish fat pot bellied men would become the attractive fashion industry norm, and the body type that drove women wild. Man I'd go on a binge then.
Hairy backs, too, need to become popular. I am tired of shaving my upper body. It's an olympic event.
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:Or I wish fat pot bellied men would become the attractive fashion industry norm, and the body type that drove women wild. Man I'd go on a binge then.
I know what you mean, Bear. I have often wondered if there's any money in being Fat Lady in the circus...
