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Originally Posted by PamNY
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<whine> Dear Back - why do you hurt? And why do you hurt in such a weird spot where you never hurt before? This is so infuriating. Quit it, I would like to concentrate on other stuff now. Owwww. </whine>
My company restroom is SO boring. The best high drama we have is who gets stuck in the stall with the crooked seat!
They should improve. We have been in temporary quarters on a different floor since October while our regular office space was renovated. We move back on January 10. I think some of weirder people with whom I currently share a restroom will no longer be an issue. Praise be.Quote:
Originally Posted by Catrin
I hope so for you and your co-workers sake! Makes me quite thankful for our boring restroom...Quote:
Originally Posted by indysteel
Well, you are welcome to come visit the asylum where I work anytime.Quote:
Originally Posted by Biciclista
My husband works at an engine plant. The plant supervisor sent a memo out recently reminding employees that underwear should not be flushed down the toilet. So, I guess it could be weirder.
Okay, I can see that happening at a school. But adults... really! :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by indysteel
Veronica
Dear young person who found my debit card at the park yesterday: I didn't even realize it had fallen out of my jersey pocket until this morning. Thank you so much for turning it in to the bank - I wish you had left your name so I could have thanked you appropriately.
Dear bank receptionist,
Thank you for calling and letting me know the card was turned in. I was just about ready to call and report it was missing.
Dear crazy woman,
I told you in the most diplomatic way possible that I found your stalking behavior disturbing. I asked you nicely to stop. The proper response to my request was not to send me two more emails in rapid succession--first to apologize and say your were going to leave me alone, and then a follow-up to try to explain your behavior.
As I told you, I have no desire to be part of any drama you're manufacturing. I don't know you. I don't want to know you. No, I will not meet you for coffee...or any other "beverage of (my) choosing."
It's unfortunate that you misinterpreted your friendship with my ex-boyfriend as something more than it was (if it's any consolation, you're not the first woman to trip into that crevasse), but it's really not my problem. I will not be your counselor. And since I am still friends with him, and we do a lot of work with each other, I most definitely will not be supplying you with any information or energy to help fuel your obsession with him.
And for the record, the old blog of mine that you found where you thought I was describing the beginnings of my relationship with him was in fact not about him at all. I know you think you see all kinds of similarities, but they simply are not there.
Now, leave me alone.
Feeling more than a little disturbed,
Me.
Dear self:
Go to bed.
Weirder plumbing-related things have happened. A few months ago, a photo of a memo that was sent by a university here to its male students to remind them that they should not engage in certain *ahem!* personal activities while in the showers as the pipes were being clogged up by their bodily fluids. I still can't decide whether it was someone's idea of a joke or for real...Quote:
Originally Posted by Veronica
Unless they, uh, "exude" glue that's a joke! :D
Ultraviolet - :eek: perhaps you should block "crazy woman's" email address.
Ultraviolet, since you're still friends with your ex (kudos) and sometimes work together, do you think he might need a heads up about crazy woman's stalking behavior? She sounds kind of scary. Desperate scary.
Alexis...ohemgee.
Roxy
Dear brain, my eyes started hurting from tiredness four days ago. Do you think maybe you could shut down for a solid 8 hours so they can rest instead of staying jumpy, awake and hyperactive, demanding entertainment in the form of reading (anything! As long as it can be read!!) at all hours? I'm sick of sleeping at 3 in the morning because you can't stand the boredom of the period between putting down the ebook and waiting for sleep to come and waking up 4 hours later because you're done sleeping even though the rest of me is still exhausted.
Dear Facebook,
Thank you for helping my extended family communicate so much more easily during this difficult time. It's terrible to lose a family member under any circumstances, but at least we can all "virtually" be together and share our sadness and love from wherever we are with greater ease now. Technology can indeed bring people together.