I know its serious, but he seems to be more talk (and annoyance) than action.
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I know its serious, but he seems to be more talk (and annoyance) than action.
Please let me realize where all this loss and disappointment is leading me. Give me the courage, patience, and strength to surrender to fate and not react to the unkind, judgmental, vindictive people who surround me at work. Help me to do the right thing. Help me to keep my dignity in an undignified, unprofessional work environment.
CWR - do you work at the airport? NO! So, yes he is going out of his way to harrass and stalk you. I say let the local police know that he is doing this to you and get it on the record. When he shows up again, call them out and let them tell him to stay away. It is obvious by what he did when you were together that he doesn't respect you or what you had. He is not going to stop just on your say-so. You need someone in legal authority to put it straight for him. (remember your own advice to your little sis not so long ago?)
Take care and lots of love...
Mick.
okay stalking in the state with the lowest person per square mile of the US? That is cr*p. And he is a loser. And you are awesome. Cr*p, losers, and awesome do not mix. Please remember that Chick who rips! Please don't sink to his awful level because you are better than that, keep the upper hand.:mad:
Dear so and so...
I don't write *every day*... lord knows, I don't even write *every week* but just because you don't hear from me all the time doesn't mean I don't love you...
...and it doesn't give you license to say harsh things, either. You could always discipline me as a child with a look... so why did you always have to say such biting things? Did it make you feel better, like you have something accomplished, or said your piece? Is that it?
Thank God for selective memory. I'd completely forgotten a lot of what you'd said while I was a kid... until I found little bits of a journal I'd kept a long time ago. I repeated these horrible things as if they were empty, idle conversation. Truly hurtful things had become the norm. And I go on to wonder why I've gone through emotionally abusive relationships in my past and continually fear I will repeat my forbears' mistakes, fear hearing their words come out of my mouth without thought? You'd think that I'd know better, given my vehement dislike for such abrasiveness, but no... without thinking, I blurt these things and manage to hurt my own feelings and someone else's.
I don't ask you to be a nice person... just be accepting and warm, or leave me alone. You've done nothing significant for me since I was a cute little minor in your house. I moved away and you rewarded my efforts to contact you with hurtful words, intimidation and cruelty. I went through difficult times in my life and you comforted me with the silent treatment, telling me how wrong my decision making was, my happiness be damned.
And you wonder why I don't have this burning desire to go home?
My only real solace is the fact that you've finally ceased to ask about grandchildren. All it took was for me to tell you that my GF and I will keep trying. :rolleyes: A little shock treatment never hurt anyone, especially when it was merely a reciprocation.
Keep your bucolic fantasies to yourself. My kind of life isn't welcome there, and I will not sacrifice love, nor the freedom to hold my lover's hand and kiss her passionately in the street for what semblance of 'home' you will attempt to give me...
Sorry. Mutual rejection hurts.
Dear Verizon North,
Quit fu@$ing with me! I have now reported you to the FCC (thanks Trek!) and feel much better now. But enough is e-freakin' nuff, you know?
I returned your stupid modem almost 3 years ago and you keep sending me to different collections agencies. ANY time I get the chance, I will forever tell people of my bad experience with you and highly recommend they not use you. I hope the FCC bites you in the behind:rolleyes:
Now I must finish my drink and go to bed, but this issue always gets my blood pumping so I doubt I'll be getting much sleep tonight....
Dear First Castle,
YOU changed servers for the ATM, quit insisting the problem is with those of us who all happen to use the same bank off site. The problem isn't our bank, we know, we checked, the problem is with your cheap server.
Just wait until all the military guys find out. :(
If my card works everywhere else but here, why do you continue to insist that the problem is with my bank?
grumble grumble grumble
To the amazing powers that be
thank you for scheduling the arrival of my bike and the arrival of my new ruby sidi's within 24 hours of each other. I can get used to both at the same time.
I am filled with wonder that my color choices look so great for the new bike
and that you can GET ON a new bike (that fits) and immediately feel more comfortable (albeit on a new unbroken in seat) than you did on the old bike!!
rainbows and butterflies to all, current events be d@mned...
Yay Mimi!!!!!!!! :p :p :p :p
Dear Aetna,
This is the second time I have endured a sinus infection because you wouldn't fill an allergy medicine without the 5 day wait to get paperwork to my doctor saying he really intended to prescribe it. My only joy is knowing that the $36 bottle of allergy pills you didn't want to fill is costing you an extra doctor visit and antibiotics. Sneeze on you!
Yayyyy Mimi!:p :p :pQuote:
Originally Posted by mimitabby
Dear managers, directors and assistant directors. What is so difficult to understand about "not to life, push or pull more than 5 pounds". Why is it so difficult to understand, I CANNOT LIFT A 40 POUND CASE OF PAPER. Yes, I used to do it, guess what - I'm injured now. All I need is someone to come into the computer room once a week, check the inventory of paper/forms and replenish what is needed. Why must I provide a written inventory of what I think I use per week, and how often I need it replaced? If it's gone, I need more. Simple.
It shouldn't be this hard.
//don't get me started on the workstation evaluation that was ordered 3 weeks ago.
///snap - pizzed that she cried at PT today.
Aaaaaahhhhhh. Thank you!Quote:
Originally Posted by madscot13
I have always seen this as Chick Whorips. I've have been wondering what a "whorip" was! :p :o
Sometimes I do wonder what is the matter with me. :rolleyes:
Yaaa!!! I wasn't the only one. :D :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Starfish
(I have trouble with personalized license plates too)
to the pair of Paris and Nicole wannabees I passed on the Sammamish River Trail yesterday:
I know you thought you were being clever and funny as you critiqued my lycra covered behind as I passed you on the trail yesterday, but you really ruined my day. Thanks. You probably think that someone that fat and that old should not appear in public in lycra. You probably think a good dose of humiliation is just the trick for putting me in my place. Well, I have news for you; I wear appropriate biking attire for the same reasons thin people do: It is comfortable. It doesn't bind or bunch at the crotch. It doesn't have seams that rub me the wrong way where my legs touch the seat. It wicks away moisture which is important since a typical ride lasts several hours, and I am not overly fond of yeast infections and other forms of crotch rot. I do not wear it because I am under the impression I am "hot", or because I recently watched the tour de france and thought it looked cool. I'm sorry if it looks like I'm taking myself too seriously. I was riding alot faster than you...otherwise, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to comment.
I do take some small comfort in the fact that you will grow up someday and become self aware beings (hopefully) and you will cringe at the memory of what jerks you were.