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You know it's going to be a bad day when...
Oh no. It's all fun and games until someone ends up in a cone.
Heidi wrote: "You are dog sitting for friends for 3 weeks out in the middle of nowhere in a very, very large house, the family for whom you're dog sitting is out in unreachable territory in Wyoming and you're on..."Is it only operated by battery? Ours is connected to to the electricity and the battery is only a backup. When the battery fails it makes a "beep" sound intermittently until the battery is replaced.
when you woke up and you saw a white suited man who says "Hello there i am god !".
Jammies, how's the dog?
Heids, what ever happened with the housesitting?
Heids, what ever happened with the housesitting?
Amelia, both of them are fine at the moment, but I'm afraid to say too much, lest I jinx my newly-cleaned carpets.
Amelia wrote: "Heids, what ever happened with the housesitting?"Nothing. It was mostly uneventful and pleasant (except for the crappy house alarm battery thing and the time the electricity went out). I ended up making decent pay for it and got to hang out with a supercute/cool dog. :)
...you get in the car (late, of course) on Monday morning and realize that your husband didn't fill up the gas from the weekend.
Then, when you get to work the parking lot is still roped off from being re-sealed over the weekend and you have to park down at the bottom of the hill and hoof it with all the crap you "need" to take with you.
Then, the first thing you hear is that one of your favorite bosses is leaving as soon as the coffee brews to drive down to Lebanon (Oregon) for the day, because his dad is dying...
Makes the late/gas/hill-walk not that important after all.
Then, when you get to work the parking lot is still roped off from being re-sealed over the weekend and you have to park down at the bottom of the hill and hoof it with all the crap you "need" to take with you.
Then, the first thing you hear is that one of your favorite bosses is leaving as soon as the coffee brews to drive down to Lebanon (Oregon) for the day, because his dad is dying...
Makes the late/gas/hill-walk not that important after all.
Thanks, Jammies. It's been a rough week on my Kevin. His dad lingered (in a bad way) until Wednesday night. He's not suffering now, so that is good. But, it's hard any way they go really.
I'm really awful at knowing what to say at times like that.
I'm really awful at knowing what to say at times like that.
Everyone is, Amelia. We do our best, and if it's sincerely meant, our listeners understands. *more hugs*
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Gift horses and all that.
Gift horses and all that.
It's going to be a bad day when 10 of your co-workers, many of them your friends, get laid off in one day.
Crap, Am! Sorry! That seriously sucks.
I had to tell a crack addict that he wasn't eligible for one of our studies yesterday. This made me inordinately sad because I really liked him.
You know its going to be a bad day when your nephew walks out of your movie room saying "Uncle Chris, don't get mad but....."
Oooops.
Course, if I had a whole room just for movies, I'd count myself lucky.
Course, if I had a whole room just for movies, I'd count myself lucky.
Amelia wrote: "Oooops.Course, if I had a whole room just for movies, I'd count myself lucky."
LOL I wish I was rich enough to have a real movie room as well.
No, I just use the spare guest room in my flat as a de-facto "movie" room
You know its going to be a bad day when someone points out you're not as wealthy as you seem hehe :D
You realize that the top three buttons of your blouse are not fastened, after sitting thru the Monday morning staff meeting with your co-workers.
You're in the middle of swatching a dozen nail polishes and you get polish remover in both eyes.
You plan a craft day at your house and when everyone arrives you realize you don't feel like crafting at all, you really just want to read a book...
When you wake up with an absolutely horrid autumn cold.....oh I ache all over and have not wanted to do anything today....can't even focus too long on reading before my eyes start hurting....very lame
Jammies wrote: "You're in the middle of swatching a dozen nail polishes and you get polish remover in both eyes."How are your eyes now?
You know its going to be a bad day when you're trying to do some cleaning 'round the house and you're constantly getting interrupted by a thousand little annoyances lol
IMO you know it's going to be a bad day if you have to do any cleaning! ;)
Christopher, sorry about the cold.evie, they're fine--I rinsed them multiple times right after it happened.
...your supervisor asks you to cover your reed diffuser with foil, taking it down from the file cabinet with you, and spilling VERY fragrant oil all down the front of your white blouse. So you race home to shower asap to get rid of the smell, return to the office to throw away smelly kleenex that were used to clean up drops of spilled oil, throw trash bag out in a completely separate area, wrap the reed diffuser in foil and cling wrap no less than 8 times... and as you sit at your desk to start your day, you still smell the reed diffuser. And then the phone rings. :/
aack.My boss would have just thrown it away when I wasn't there. Along with any personal pictures I had up. (i.e. my wedding picture)
Son of a &*^%^$#&&(*)(*(&**&^*^^$
What's a reed diffuser? And, why would you want it to be wrapped in foil?
My bosses wouldn't dare touch my stuff...ever.
My bosses wouldn't dare touch my stuff...ever.
Amelia wrote: "What's a reed diffuser? And, why would you want it to be wrapped in foil?My bosses wouldn't dare touch my stuff...ever."
It's a bottle filled with scented oil to make a room smell nice - it's usually work-friendly because you don't have to light a fire to make it give off scent. And you can adjust how strong the scent is by increasing or decreasing the number of reeds used in the diffuser. I had none in mine. It was just a half-opened bottle.
Crikey! I am such a block head. I never realized you could adjust the strength with the reeds.
Heidi wrote: "Amelia wrote: "What's a reed diffuser? And, why would you want it to be wrapped in foil?My bosses wouldn't dare touch my stuff...ever."
It's a bottle filled with scented oil to make a room smel..."
Ooh I love reed diffusers! Have one in my bedroom that's jasmine scented and it works so well. Not overpowering like candles can be!
Oh yeah....its going to be a bad day when you go to get a glass of milk and a certain SOMEONE has already drank the last of it, yet put the carton back in the fridge instead of throwing it in the recycling bin
*glares at S.O* :D
For what it's worth, my boss asked me nicely. She does seem to have serious adverse reaction to perfumed anything... as in she breaks out in a rash all over her arms and has to ice them down and she can't breathe, etc. She's been in an ongoing struggle for months now with a rude coworker who won't tone down her perfume, muchless stop wearing it, despite supervisor's polite requests to stop wearing perfume to work. It's gone to HR and I'm immensely surprised they haven't intervened before now by moving rude person to another office that is no where near my supervisor. So I had no issue with moving the reed diffuser. And I'm short, so I think she was just trying to help me pull it to me as I was already standing on my tiptoes to reach it. It was totally an accident and a big surprise.
Susan wrote: "Crikey! I am such a block head. I never realized you could adjust the strength with the reeds."Wasn't just you, Susan. There is one in the hallway and I was wondering what all the things sticking out of it were for and why there was so many.
Ah, I see. I tend toward allergies, so I don't usually get too close to these things. Incense makes me wheeze, generally. And, stores full of smelly stuff are not good (Abercrombie...aside from it's other hideous features, is the smelliest store I've ever been to) for me. So, I am a little ignorant. I did get a scentsy warmer for Christmas last year, and so far it hasn't made my nose itch once, so I have it on all the time. I LOVE it. Pear Cider rocks the casbaaaaaaaaaaah!
Amelia wrote: "Ah, I see. I tend toward allergies, so I don't usually get too close to these things. Incense makes me wheeze, generally. And, stores full of smelly stuff are not good (Abercrombie...aside from ..."I have a scentsy at home. Those are also considered a fire hazard at work, though. :( So I can't use reed diffuser and I can't use a scentsy... And I work with a population that smokes heavily, mostly no cigarettes, but even the cigarette smoke is smothering. I just have to keep my fan blowing all the time as I've been doing all day today.
Mark wrote: "Susan wrote: "Crikey! I am such a block head. I never realized you could adjust the strength with the reeds."Wasn't just you, Susan. There is one in the hallway and I was wondering what all the..."
Well, you both learned something new and practical today. So, there. :)
Tis true! I was going to say that I suppose my dad was right in saying that I should have been born a boy for my tendency to lack reading directions but since Mark was right there with me....Also, Amelia, I use rock the casbaaaaaah as an expression!!!! We are the only two people I know of to do this. Why? It seems like a no-brainer.
Susan, the song is awesome (who was it who hates that word? Tough!), why not quote it up?
Heiders, I feel for you. There are three people down the hall, not even in my office who go outside a dozen times a day to smoke, the hall reeks, the elevator reeks...gah! And, I'm a smoker! (Though I've never liked the smell and have always tried to stay upwind, never smoke in my house etc.)
Heiders, I feel for you. There are three people down the hall, not even in my office who go outside a dozen times a day to smoke, the hall reeks, the elevator reeks...gah! And, I'm a smoker! (Though I've never liked the smell and have always tried to stay upwind, never smoke in my house etc.)
Its going to be a bad day when your friends see your old yearbook photos from high school and start laughing at you because you went through a goth phase.*mortifying...*
I've always had a little bit o' goth girl in my soul.
Cyn, long story, but the short version is that A-mouse got stung or bitten, swelled up and then scratched it raw, so now we're doing 10 days of antibiotics and steroids plus the Collar of Shame and all of us sleeping in the guest room.