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Originally Posted by sara
Hey Sara, you can call them and complain. Sometimes someone will come right out and adjust the signal!
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Originally Posted by sara
Hey Sara, you can call them and complain. Sometimes someone will come right out and adjust the signal!
Not everyone comes to that realization but we can hope. I guess I get some small consolation in that they must be really unhappy somewhere in there...imagine their lives if that is all they can comment on. Insecurity perhaps?Quote:
Originally Posted by lauraelmore1033
And actually in many ways they were insulting themselves! The person they were making fun of them was actually passing them. I'd say they were probably too stupid to realize that but then that'd be judging ... :o
We were on that trail on monday! On sunday we were on the Centennial, the theory being that Sammamish and the B-G would be crazy due to Seafair folk.
Dear So and So.
If the city is going to repave the street outside of our office, and the only access to our parking lot is from another parking lot on the cross street, then please could you not park your big giant trucks in our parking lot, taking up all of our spaces and blocking the entrance?
Crikey!
(Wishing I could bike to work, if it were not for the freaking stupid law that one cannot bike over the bridge to get here.)
Same thing is happening over here, except my building is getting a giant fountain.Quote:
Originally Posted by indigoiis
I'm still trying to figure out if I can reasonably ride to work--there are bike racks a few buildings over (can't bring bike into building) but I can't figure where I'm going to change clothes at--my work would sh*t if I changed in the buildings bathroom.
who cares what you're doing in the bathroom??Quote:
Originally Posted by TexanCzexican
My office is....different. I get looks when I go in to brush my teeth during lunch.....I also get funny looks for eating snacks at my desk. We are a very foo-foo office with high end people coming in, anything that would make us look less than stellar is frowned upon.Quote:
Originally Posted by mimitabby
Stellar=healthy... flaunt it. I don't suggest prancing through the atrium in your bike duds, but don't be intimidated. In fact, talk to someone in power, get their approval. I'll bet you can!Quote:
Originally Posted by TexanCzexican
Dear Former Co-workers,
I don't know if the empty desk or Farewell Happy Hour were any indication, but just in case they weren't: I don't work there anymore.
Part of my not working there means that you can't call me to solve your problems. Also, you can't e-mail me with screenflows or use cases and ask for solutions to sticky issues. In addition, I'm no longer available to meet with your product people over coffee to walk them through the process framework. Speaking of the process framework, that's no longer my responsibility either. Don't ping me with questions about how to structure your technology evaluations or the best way to communicate the results.
Let me reiterate: I AM NO LONGER EMPLOYED AT THAT COMPANY.
If you would like my further collaboration, input or instruction I would be happy to send over a Proposal for Work with my retainer fees as a consultant. Otherwise, unless you are calling to catch-up personally or invite me out to drinks socially, please leave me alone. I enjoyed working with many of you, but I left for a reason.
My pink mohawk and I are thrilled to be out from under the thumb of the corporate behemoth. We have no wish to return.
Thanks! :D
Dex
yes, it is hard to imagine happy people harboring such hostility toward total strangers who are doing them no harm. Trouble is, there are so many of these unhappy folk out there.Quote:
Originally Posted by teigyr
How did you like that Centennial trail? It's usually a lot less crowded than B-G, especially on the Arlington end. I usually make it up there once or twice a week
oo. I want a pink mohawk and a big middle finger!Quote:
Originally Posted by dex
SOME day.
I will just do it.
I already downgraded to a sucky local cute little office job from corporate because i wanted less stress and to wear jeans to work BUT...
I still get the feeling that if I'd stuck it out in college, I'd be sitting in a different chair.
I should thank my lucky stars that someone pays me.
But at the same time, a pink mohawk would look really awesome on me.
And I dream of staying home on the farm and writing.
Note to self: buy powerball ticket at 7-11 tonight.
I love that trail. We ended up going all the way out (Snohomish to Arlington) and then mostly back then out again. I like the latter part better than the Snohomish part just because it is less crowded plus there's that phantom hill thing going on. We got it up to 53 miles or so.Quote:
Originally Posted by lauraelmore1033
And yeah, tons of unhappy people out there. There are the self-righteous also (like Paris and Nicole) that just need to be taken down a peg or two. It'll happen.
I always used to be so betrayed when I'd see cyclist males picking up on giggling roller bladers on bike trails. I'd be thinking "hey wait...I'm doing 70 miles today and I'm greasy and sweaty and not cute but I'm TRYING". Fortunately now I just laugh at it instead of feeling hurt.
Anyway, let me know if you ever want to ride the Centennial! It isn't a bad drive at all from our house and it is peaceful compared to the B-G/Sammamish ones I normally do.
Dear Conference Call Organizer,
It was very frustrating to hear you talking the way you did today - I wish you were not so closed-minded about something that could be a very good thing. As an advocate for rights of people with disabilities, I was appalled to hear you say that you didn't want to encourage people to renovate a home to be fully accessible as "that's not what the market is looking for." You only want the home to be "visitable." Well, the way I look at it, the home is either accessible or it's not. The only way that the mainstream will accept a home with "one of those ramps out front" is if they become mainstream. If an advocate doesn't push for change, what the heck do they do? I think you, as the theoretical leader of this project, should take a longer view and be willing to take some risks.
I was very surprised to hear you refer to a fully accessible home as a "handicapped house." Language is powerful - although not everyone realizes it, YOU certainly should know that a "handicapped house" by definition, is a house that doesn't work.
I was happy when you seemed to listen to my point of view - when you acknowledged my comment that just because there is a minimum standard doesn't mean that there should also be a maximum standard. After all, I can use a ramp with my two feet (and it would make it easier to get my bike into the house); I don't have to have a disability to enjoy the benefits of accessiblity.
I was angry when I reviewed the 'minutes' you prepared for the conference call. None of my concerns or comments were included, yet your point-of-view was certainly expressed.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother... then I remember how important it is.
Dear woman I shared a swim lane with,
I'm sorry we bumped elbows, it threw off my rhythm, too. You don't have to glare at me like it was wholly my fault. Grow up and keep swimming!
I wish I had it in me to wear a pink mohawk. My big adventure this year has been to get a short layered spiky haircut and let my grey grow out--woooo, am I daring or what?:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by indigoiis
But what I really wanted to say is that it doesn't matter what chair you're sitting in, indigo, everybody's got a boss, or at least someone to answer to. Think about it: even writers have publishers and readers, consultants have clients, anybody in business for themselves has to please their customers. It's just that some "bosses" (however you define that) are better than others.
On the other hand, that powerball ticket idea has potential! ;)
Dear Powerball,
Please? Pretty please?
:rolleyes:
Dear Co-Workers -
Yes I ride a bike. And yes I do it for fun. I also hike and camp and fish. I know you're all a little less active than me, but this doesn't make me weird or crazy. It makes me healthy and fun!
According to all of you I only do this cause I'm from Oregon. Here's some news - being from Oregon doesn't make you a healthnut, a tree-hugger, or a hippie.
I do these things cause they're fun and good for you. You should pay attention and take some pointers.
:cool:
Heh, too funny! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Kristi
Dear Vicious Dogs,
OK, thank you very much...I've had enough now. I get the idea. I completely understand your instinctual urge to chase. And the barking...yes, I know, this is how you communicate. You all have lovely sharp teeth. And the growling and frothing at the mouth are all very impressive. You all run very fast. I do recognize that it must take a lot of self esteem to feel confident in displaying such aggression towards a perfect stranger. But ENOUGH ALREADY! You're scaring me away from my favorite cycling routes. You're raising my blood pressure to near stroke levels. You're wearing out my heart...not to mention my legs. I'm losing my voice from all the screaming.
If you wanted to terrify me, you've certainly succeeded. If you think it's funny, well, it's not. Three terrifying dog encounters in two days is plenty. Soon I'll come to be known as the crazy screaming cyclist. Or perhaps as the crazy screaming cyclist who packs heat. So please, go home and enjoy the dog days of summer. And LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Sincerely,
An animal lover who is currently not in love with dogs
Dear Male Riding Buddy,
look, I adore you. No, not like that, but you're funny, smart, very kind and you know an enormous amount about biking that you're willing to pass on. We share the same drive and the same reasons for biking, to keep from falling over dead before our time.
But you also have a big, big mouth, and say the stupidest things about women sometimes. So it shouldn't really come as a huge surprise when I suddenly stop finding it funny and snap back.
So why the (insert expletive) are YOU acting all sensitive and hurt?? Yes, I did misunderstand you and over-react, but I apologized sincerely and immediately. And I came to talk to you and ask you out for a ride. That was four days ago, and you're still moping around being strange.
Just get over it, for crying out loud. I'm supposed to be doing these complicated relationship things with my dh, not you. My head is spinning, and all I want to do is go out and have a blast on our bikes without all this fuss.
Dear Guy in Truck:
Look, I know it wasn't intentional. But the fact is that you still hit my car, causing extensive damage. You were apologetic and admitted fault (which didn't matter because it was clearly your fault anyway) but still I was ok with you not getting a citation because people make mistakes. But now I need you to fess up when it matters. This has gone on long enough. Your truck is fine, my car is the one that needs to be repaired. I'm the one being inconvenienced here - no car, dealing with repairs, and having to front money for the repairs because you are not co-operating. Enough is enough - Please do the right thing and respond to your insurance company and mine...like yesterday!!!!
Dear Daylight,
I'd like just a little more of you. A half hour or so more would be fine. Just enough so I can take full advantage of being home at four o'clock while I'm only doing casual work and get a good couple of hours out riding before dinner. Both bikes are frowning at me and I don't like it. :(
Yours,
Little Miss Impatient.
Me too...Summer when are you coming to Perth???
Please come back soon..I'm tired of riding in the dark on my weekday rides..
C
Dear Powers that Be,
Thank you for lightening up on me. Thanks for the sun in the morning. Thanks for giving me that little break at work I needed, and for smoothing out those social wrinkles that were bugging me.
I did notice, and I do appreciate it :)
Dear Intimidating, Pain in the *** Instructor,
Why are you so intimidating? Why are you such a pain? Do you not understand that people make mistakes that would not happen if YOU bothered to be up-to-date on your software? Better yet, do you not realize that some things are subjective because you and I might (and do) hear differently? I get it, you are old and do not remember what it is like to be a student taking 14 hours and working at the same time. Maybe you are just plain bitter. Just leave me alone!!! Let me pass, and I will be out of your hair in 6 weeks.
Yours truely,
Very frustrated student.
P.S. I would not be so stinking upset if this were not a stupid support class that is giving me more grief than my physics intense class.:mad:
I get it. I really do. See, I have these goals to accomplish: gaining admission to PT school, keeping afloat financially, publishing my work from my former life as a scientist, on top of taking pre-requisite classes AND working. Yes, it's a lot, and it's true that some days I wake up at 2am and freak out. So Fate, can you cut me a little slack? I'm busting my butt every single day and trying not to worry about what happens next, but it's that second part that gives me trouble. I'm not used to risk, and it's not comfortable. Help!
Dear Drivers on that certain 50 mile stretch of highway:
Why, why, why can't you at least get up to the speed limit and stay there? Why can't you, when conditions allow, even dare to go just a bit faster, since the posted limits are so very conservative on that stretch? If you don't want to at least go the limit, why, oh why, can't you at least use the slow vehicle turnouts to get the h*** out of the way so that people who want to do the limit actually can? That is a law, too, you know. (And, staters, why oh why can't you enforce THAT law?) And, on the few areas where there are actually two lanes, why can't you actually use the right lane to dawdle along? Why can't you obey the signs telling you to keep right except to pass? (Again, staters, why can't you enforce THAT posted law?). Why must you simply flank the other slower-than-legal, holding-up-others drivers and create a defacto barricade to keep normal, good-driving-record, safe drivers from going about their business enjoying their drives and getting the heck down the road? Oh, and by the way, why is it that it is so often you slower-than-legal drivers who are wandering all over your lanes, and even crossing both white and yellow lines? (Oh, and staters, again, where are you for these displays of either absent-minded or plain cr@ppy driving?).
Grrrrrrrr. :mad:
Dear Ex-husband,
Not that I did not already know, but you are now certified as a complete and utter a**!!! Twenty-seven year old daughter needs a stock certificate overnighted to her. Instead of just doing it, you go to the bank & get said stock certificate out of YOUR safe deposit box, drive to MY office & leave it on my desk with a note to OVERNIGHT it to her myself because you have to go to Charlottesville and DON'T HAVE TIME????? Like there is no place between here and Charlottesville to overnight a letter? And I have time to, when??? I'm working until 8:30 tonight, you jerk. Why not call and ASK?
What a piece of work you are.....:mad: :mad: :mad:
IFjane, what a pain! I would think in the same time that it took to take it to you that he could have taken it to the postal office/store instead and sent it himself. Has he always had control issues? Whatever, you're definitely better off without someone like that!
Dear Real Estate G*ds,
Thank you for the recent effort lowering interest rates and such. Nice jesture but that doesn't help me.
That helps people with cash in hand to buy up homes at current fire sale prices. They don't necessarily need your help.
Right now I need you to help my neighbors stuck with ARM's, and therefore me too. Sure, I don't believe for a moment that they did not know what they were getting into. Tell anyone "your cost is $______ for the first year" and I hope the next question is "what is it the next year?". And you're going to say "It was all there in the 20,000 page document you signed".
My Dad taught me that the 30 year fixed what I should have, and I do. But if they don't sell, or sell but at blowout prices I'm trouble. We all are.
Sure nobody forced my neigbor to do a beeeyoooteeful job on her home, go buy another and now have two mortgages one rising monthly. But she did and if you don't make ARM holding banks help their customers nobody wins. When the bank takes possesion they still have to sell ... in this market.
Please fix this before I'm done with my remodel.:cool:
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Originally Posted by sgtiger
sgtiger - Exactly! He passed I-don't-know-how-many places to send it (including his own office) before he got to me. For the record, we don't have the ability to FedEx or overnight anything from my office - so I left work, drove to the P.O. and stood in line to send it.
Yes, he has always had control issues, which is why I finally left. I AM much better off without him! :D
Dear Mom and Dad,
My first Thankgiving without either of you is coming up. Won't be easy, since that was our big big family holiday. I just wanted you to know how much I miss you guys and what cool, smart, sane, loving, funny parents you were. We got lucky. Thanks.
Daddy, you will always be the Scrabble King of the Universe. Mom, I will always miss that hug.
Love to you. I miss you no end.
Dear Male Friend,
I've finally realized that when I get bi*chy, and grumpy and pull away it's because I've picked up the myraid unconscious clues that you're developing feelings that have crossed the boundaries of 'friendship'. When you make suggestions of 'stopping by' my house to pick me up on the way to the group tennis game, or taking things personally and carry them from week to week if I don't compliment your shot, or apologize if I accidently nail you. Just brush it off, like we all do, and like you do for everyone else. Don't act hurt, don't drop hints of wanting me to ask you every weekend to ride, don't wonder if I'm mad if I walk off talking with someone else in our group and not wait for you. I'm not your girlfriend!!! You have a WIFE. Get her on a tandem. Worry about how she feels/thinks/does and leave me alone, thank you very much.
(((Salsabike)))
Next one will be easier, I promise.
Dear school kids - well I figure you are school kids. Why did you steal from my letter box? OK I could have taken the parcel out when I went to get the kids from school & pre-school, but it is exciting to find mail in the box for you when you are 5, so I left the parcel there for him to find. But no- 45 min later after going to 1 pre-school & 2 schools to collect 3 kids the parcel was gone from our mail box. Noone saw you so you are home clean. But a little 5 year old is now less innocent & naive as he know someone STOLE his birthday present from the letter box. You couldn't see our box from the street, but you came onto our property, opened the parcel & then threw the wrapping and cards into a hedge. You know that sux & karma means that it will happen to you one day too.:mad: I hope you recall the day you stole from a 5 year old who was still innocent and full of joy.
OK now gratitude - thank you universe for our great life. We are so privileged to live here - with a beautiful view, so close to the city & yet so quite. Thankyou that I get to leave work at 2 each day to collect our 3 boys & spend the afternoons with them & they are happy, joy filled kids. thanx for my dishy DH who is supportive and makes lots of time for me to ride. I am so lucky:cool: thankyou
(((( salsa)))
NMT-that happened to us in Auckland as well :mad:
Ok..
Dear Universe
Thank you for providing me with a wonderful kiwi man. He's been oh so extra helpful since i've been injured.
Muchly appreciated.
injuredcyclistgoingcrazy
Miss Daisy,
You are long since elegible to retire, WHY haven't you? Did you feel uncomfortable yesterday when we were hastling M because that meeting was his last since he's retiring, and he's 20 years younger than you. Do you really intend to die in your office? You're barely functionable, need a walker to get around, can't drive, can't even eat solid food. Have the good grace to retire. Please?
Dear Extremely Obese Co-Worker,
It is bad enough that I am struggling to lose weight, but did you have to bring in FIVE bags of Hershey's Kisses this past Monday? There is milk chocolate, almond, hot chocolate, candy cane, and something else. Then you helpfully put them on the common table in our "quad" cubicle area so anyone can help themselves. When I complained, you had the nerve to turn on your desk fan and point it in my direction so that I could smell nothing but chocolate!
Thanks a lot.
Ps. Please skip the "cheese fudge" that you are planning on making and bringing in. Some awful recipe with Velveeta and cocoa and peanut butter!
Dear Dad,
Get the f*** over yourself.
Love (not),
OakLeaf
Dear Mom and Dad-
Grow up. You were not parents to me - remember, my grandparents raised me?
You are not entitled to expect parenting from me. I will not loan you money the next time you buy a new truck and don't have enough money left for your house payment AND food. I will not make every decision in your lives for you. I will not bail you out the next time you ignore my advice and end up in a legal mess.
Grow up - you certainly made me!
CA