It was much funnier the first time I wrote it.
GET OUT OF MY FACE
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Pru
so today I was in a conference room for several hours with a very pleasant, very knowledgeable, very helpful woman WHO I WANTED TO KILL.
She kept touching my laptop screen. And not just touching it, but RUBBING HER FINGER UP AND DOWN MY DISPLAY. It took everything in me not to slam it shut on her finger. I can't even remember what she was trying to teach me after a certain point because she was annoying me so badly. Normally I would say something, but since it's day 2 of a new job, I couldn't. ARGH!
I would have preferred that she spit on me when she talked rather than touch my screen.
She kept touching my laptop screen. And not just touching it, but RUBBING HER FINGER UP AND DOWN MY DISPLAY. It took everything in me not to slam it shut on her finger. I can't even remember what she was trying to teach me after a certain point because she was annoying me so badly. Normally I would say something, but since it's day 2 of a new job, I couldn't. ARGH!
I would have preferred that she spit on me when she talked rather than touch my screen.
Okay, I know this is get out of my face, but I think I may have been the one in the face!
Today, I was working with this 70 something year-old lady who has had a stroke. You know the type; tiny, gingham dress, oversized, awful handbag, hair slicked back in a bun, and you just know there's a bible in the purse.
So it goes like this:
Me: Great answers, Mrs. *****. Now, I want you to name me three body organs.
Mrs. *****: (face very red, looking at floor) (cough) Uh, okay, well, uh, let's see, there's the.........rectum?............uh...........breast?...........and, uh, well, the vagina?
I nearly bit my tongue off!
I think organ threw her!
Today, I was working with this 70 something year-old lady who has had a stroke. You know the type; tiny, gingham dress, oversized, awful handbag, hair slicked back in a bun, and you just know there's a bible in the purse.
So it goes like this:
Me: Great answers, Mrs. *****. Now, I want you to name me three body organs.
Mrs. *****: (face very red, looking at floor) (cough) Uh, okay, well, uh, let's see, there's the.........rectum?............uh...........breast?...........and, uh, well, the vagina?
I nearly bit my tongue off!
I think organ threw her!What I love about running is you can meditate while running. It's a peaceful place.
Sister Mary Elizabeth Lloyd, Runs marathons to raise money and awareness about children orphaned by AIDS
Sister Mary Elizabeth Lloyd, Runs marathons to raise money and awareness about children orphaned by AIDS
I finally got my boss to stop touching my screen. (As architects we have to point at things on drawings a lot to discuss them - shifting gears from touching paper to smudging a computer screen was a bit of a paradigm shift) Generally, I couldn't care less IF THE TOUCHER WOULD THEN CLEAN THE SCREEN. But my boss isn't about to clean my screen (or anything else), so I had to be a jerk a few times to get him to point with a pen or just hover his finger over things.Pru wrote:I would have preferred that she spit on me when she talked rather than touch my screen.
While I'm ranting about my boss and cleaning: He's a big fan of whiteout. Every so often, he'll use whiteout on a drawing and then photocopy it before the gunk has dried, which leaves bits on the glass. Guess who ends up cleaning it off.... grrrrrrrr....
Bacon is meat candy.
So I show up to my brothers house on saturday for my nephiews birthday party. I was hng over with 3 hours of sleep and had just finished puking in my own home before I left but I knew I had to get there early as they would likely need help cleening before the part. All I had to do was make it through the party go home sleep and then I could climb all day sunday.
When I show up, you can imagine how pissed I am when the house is and absolute reck with dirty dishes all over the kitchen, piles of laundry stacked about waist high in the living room and a lawn that needed to be mowed for this outside party. My blood begins to heat up when they tell me that I was told the wrong date and that it was sunday, I was fuming when they asked me to stay and help when my brothers wife was not even there to help clean for her own son's birthday. So, in order to keep my homocidal urges toward that cun.....my brothers wife at bay, I had to go to the red but was still forced to cut my trip in half so I could make it home for little mans b-day.
The day ended up good though cus I won 100 bucks playing poker and did not strangle anyone, my arms were too tired by the time I made it to the party
When I show up, you can imagine how pissed I am when the house is and absolute reck with dirty dishes all over the kitchen, piles of laundry stacked about waist high in the living room and a lawn that needed to be mowed for this outside party. My blood begins to heat up when they tell me that I was told the wrong date and that it was sunday, I was fuming when they asked me to stay and help when my brothers wife was not even there to help clean for her own son's birthday. So, in order to keep my homocidal urges toward that cun.....my brothers wife at bay, I had to go to the red but was still forced to cut my trip in half so I could make it home for little mans b-day.
The day ended up good though cus I won 100 bucks playing poker and did not strangle anyone, my arms were too tired by the time I made it to the party
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