member, 595 posts
Tue 10 Nov 2015
at 09:40
Re: Just show me the money...
I long for the day my jerk of a cat is too fat to do stupid things that require a ladder to save him.
The Stray
 member, 91 posts
 When the Cat's a Stray
 the Mice will Pray
Tue 10 Nov 2015
at 19:38
Re: Just show me the money...
Thank you, friend of mine, for stabbing me in the back. I trusted you. I helped you out of many a jam. And now? You tried to steal from my mother. My mother, for god's sake! She's 67 years old, she's helped you out too...and then you pull this crap.

And the worst thing about it? The very worst thing? I cannot say I am surprised. Horrified, yes. Angered beyond all reason, yes. But surprised? Sadly, no. And it hurts so much to admit that I gave you trust you didn't deserve.
 member, 498 posts
Fri 13 Nov 2015
at 14:04
Re: Just show me the money...

This message was deleted by the user at 23:46, Fri 13 Nov 2015.

 member, 3270 posts
 The Hiding Amaranth...
Sat 14 Nov 2015
at 06:06
Re: Just show me the money...
Calling customer service lines just automatically blows my blood pressure through the roof. If it's not the ridiculous "tell me what your call is about," automated service, then it's the bad English accent of the underpaid Call Centre operator in some far off land who has no idea how to actually communicate outside of the script they've been given, and if it's not that either, then it's the fact that that person can't actually do anything to freaking help you anyway!

Somewhere in my lifetime, the idea of Customer Service has been changed to this concept of "let's just make it as bat-strudel difficult to get help as possible, then the customers will just get sick of trying and give up."
 member, 96 posts
Thu 19 Nov 2015
at 22:09
Re: surgery recovery
Try to find a Dr to tell you the truth about recovery time - and give you enough painkillers to actually numb the pain without your begging to not be given the ones that make you nauseous....arguments had after surgery and still half-out from the knock-out juice!  I DID try to have this chat BEFORE surgery too. Fruitbat molesting bing cherries.
 member, 59 posts
Thu 19 Nov 2015
at 23:36
Re: surgery recovery
Try having migraines (where 9 times out of 10 you don't or can't eat) and they medicine they give you requires you to eat before taking it...
 member, 10 posts
Fri 20 Nov 2015
at 15:10
Gee, thanks....
Thanks for the catered lunch, Admin, that came with a nasty bout of food poisoning, which required I take a day off work recovering.

Note to self: Never, ever, ever again eat chicken-anything unless I've watched them actually remove it from the oven.
 member, 597 posts
Sun 22 Nov 2015
at 02:07
Language is a second language.
Ticket to Ride: Europe Edition. Or the "That's not how you say the name of the city." "It's on the fruiting board. It's the old way" "You mean Istanbul?" "I can't find sfgsfgsrrg-pol" game.
 member, 500 posts
 You can call me V, just V
 Life; a journey made once
Tue 24 Nov 2015
at 04:00
Language is a second language.
This will be the first year I'll be eating Thankgiving away from an abusive family. This year will come to a near close away from the family I was born with and forced to endure. I have some much guilt for mistakes I made because I was angry and only angry because I was scared.

I dread the phone call or knock at my door. Asking me to come, and then when I say no, them telling me I have to. And then them dragging me down with emotional blackmail. I really hope I just don't answer the phone, and my voicemail doesn't work. I really hope I'm not home and they don't come back. I have said "no" so many times to them I just can't force the words out anymore.

That's my holiday wish from them, the gift they can give me in place of turmoil and compulsory "love". I just don't want to be a part of something sick anymore. If they can just leave me alone, it will be the greatest give they could ever give me. A silence after a catastrophic disaster. That silence is something I really need to enjoy the quiet things so sublime, the gentle pleasures that so oft drowned out by madness.

I don't expect that though. I expect a pair of socks, a shirt that isn't my size and reminders to write thank you notes for the next seven months. My hand aches just thinking of that.
 member, 521 posts
Mon 7 Dec 2015
at 19:32
Language is a second language.
Before you make a post passive-aggressively slamming people for being articulate, please make sure your own post is grammatically correct. lol
 member, 609 posts
Sat 23 Jan 2016
at 00:53
Language is a second language.
I see games I would like to play in. I don't feel like applying because I don't want to get worked up over an exciting looking game to not get selected.
 member, 1012 posts
 Gaming :-)
 Very unlucky
Sat 23 Jan 2016
at 15:13
Language is a second language.
We will have gotten 18-32 inches of snow, and of course I still have to go to work today. Oh boy, the fun part will be making it to the road!
 member, 71 posts
Wed 27 Jan 2016
at 00:29
Language is a second language.
Was pulled into the office by my boss informing me about how things simply went into the garbage pile this weekend thanks to one of my Head Cashiers calling in. Skeleton crew with no replacements for key spots. The entire talk felt like he was trying to pin this on me.

This was my scheduled weekend off.

I have no control of who calls in
I have no control over who is called in by the other department managers to cover the call-ins when I'm not there. (which was no one)
I have no control over the Assistant Store Managers (one tier above me) who do nothing to correct the situation in store.
I'm for sure as giant fruit basket not in control of anything, or able to fix it, IF NO ONE CALLS ME TO LET MET HAVE A CHANCE TO FIX IT.

But obviously, it is my fault.

My only satisfaction is that I was able to use the same above rant back at him to deflect it back on the upper management who failed thanks to lack of communication.

Now I'm waiting to be later called into either HR or "the big boss's" office for getting "uppity".
 member, 70 posts
Sun 31 Jan 2016
at 15:48
Language is a second language.
Rejection from Mutants and Masterminds games sucks more than most, as there are relatively few of them around, and the character creation process is relatively long and involved.

Also, because there are so few of them, there are a lot of applicants to each, making rejection more likely.
 member, 522 posts
 You can call me V, just V
 Life; a journey made once
Wed 3 Feb 2016
at 19:30
Language is a second language.
There's nothing like waking up from restless sleep by having a brass lamp fall on your forehead. 3 stitches, but hell of a pain. It looks gnarly too. Lovely. Every time I close my eyes I see purple and green. Even more lovely.
Tyr Hawk
 member, 146 posts
 You know that one guy?
 Yeah, that's me.
Thu 11 Feb 2016
at 00:49
Broken Promises
Hello RPoL. Some of you may be wondering why I'm posting here instead of over there, and I'll tell you why. It's because I don't want to start a conversation about this, as I'm on what has always been the unpopular side of this... situation, we'll call it. I know I don't need to explain myself, but I thought I would anyways.

To put it nicely, I'm a teetotaler. I don't drink. I haven't ever had a drink in my life and if I make it the rest of my life without consuming any alcohol, I'll be happy. I'm so far to the one side, in fact, that I try to avoid any food I know has been cooked with any sort of alcohol (even though I know the cooking process destroys the alcohol in 99.99% of cases). There's actually a lot more to it, in fact, but I'll stop there. There are a plethora of reasons I think and act this way, but suffice it to say that it's who I am, and I have little-to-no problem with anyone who doesn't agree.

I have friends who drink. My family, dear to me as they are, will occasionally tip one back on holidays or at very special occasions. So long as no one tries to convince me to do it, I have learned to accept that other people drink. Simple as that. I don't like to be around people who are actively drinking, but I can manage it, again, so long as no one is trying to convince me to not stay sober.

That all being said, I hate it with the burning passion of a thousand white-hot suns when people promise me they'll stop drinking. The idea is nice. It's respectable, and it means a lot to me that someone would consider not drinking anymore, whether it's for me, or for themselves. But no one has ever kept that promise. Like a thousand other promises of varying degrees over my life, people have broken more than they've kept. I don't know if I'm alone in this, or if I've just got bad luck, or what, but promises have an increasingly bitter edge to me the more important they would be to me. I don't like people making promises they'll break later, and as much as so many people mean it in the moment... time is my enemy.

Today, a friend of mine who promised to stop drinking after a particularly foul drinking experience a few months ago had a shot. She told me shortly thereafter, but it still doesn't keep it from hurting. It's like this stab in my chest because when she told me she didn't remember the part about her bad experience. She didn't say "I know after last time I shouldn't have" or "I thought it might be better this time." She just said "I promised not to because you don't like it," and then she broke that promise.

She broke a promise she remembers only being to me, for me, and because of me. It just... it makes me feel like the least important thing in the world. The promise was only really important because of who I am, because of what I am, and neither was good enough for her. I wouldn't care if she hadn't made the promise. But she did, and so it just hurts so much. It hurts... and I just needed somewhere to let that out.

Thank you for your time.

This message was last edited by the user at 06:42, Thu 11 Feb 2016.

 member, 135 posts
Fri 12 Feb 2016
at 21:57
this is petty but it's been a long day.

Please stop explaining my character to me.  Stop suggesting that my character can't do things.  Literally, you are trying to tell me how my character perceives and interacts with the world around her.

I don't want your help.

I didn't ask for your help.

If you want to play this character class, then play your own version.

Stop telling me how to play my character.

And don't think I haven't noticed that I'm playing the only female character and you offer me so much 'help'.

It is completely arrogant and obnoxious.

STOP.  /vent
 member, 31 posts
Fri 12 Feb 2016
at 23:28
Lost out again...

This message was deleted by the user at 16:22, Sat 13 Feb 2016.

 member, 610 posts
Sat 13 Feb 2016
at 23:25
Lost out again...
It was one of the stupidest answers you could have said.
 member, 51 posts
Sun 14 Feb 2016
at 23:12
Game-Related Vents thread is Closed!

This message was deleted by the user at 02:30, Mon 15 Feb 2016.

 member, 74 posts
Tue 16 Feb 2016
at 03:51
A vent about game-related vents....
....and fenders, and bumpers, mufflers, sidewalls and hubcaps. And game-related mudflaps.
 member, 31 posts
Fri 19 Feb 2016
at 18:17
To our current crop of District computer techs: :P'''''''''''''''''''''

If all you're going to do is sit on your butts, ignoring requests for help because a teacher hasn't filed one of your precious tickets --

Go back to District and park your pompous hineys there.

Our campus obviously won't be any worse off for it, and at least we won't be expecting you to do your jobs from there. Less stress all around.

This message was last updated by the user at 18:17, Fri 19 Feb 2016.

 member, 80 posts
Tue 23 Feb 2016
at 20:17
To all my fellow players with the unsolicited advice on how to play my character better:

Screw off.
 member, 895 posts
Tue 23 Feb 2016
at 22:00
I hate squirrels - one got in to the walls of my house and at 3am started to burrow in to the space between my bathroom ceiling and the floor above that. Loudly, kept me up till time to get up. I am all but brain dead today and I Can't go to sleep early or I will mess up my sleep schedule even more than it already is...
 member, 23 posts
 A Blast From
 The Past!
Tue 23 Feb 2016
at 22:52
So after three months of unemployment with no Unemployment Insurance (prior job really pulled a fast one on me), my sister finally convinced me to apply for a job working where she does - a restaurant. Now, I've always had this guideline to not working in the food industry because I know there are things going on "behind the scenes" that I would not be real thrilled to know about, especially if it's somewhere I have eaten before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

So I applied, knocked the interview out of the park and got hired. Started working there last Monday and since I was "in training", I didn't have any real "hands-on" work to do. I mainly just grabbed piles of clean dishes and ran them out to where they needed to go in the cooking/prep/server areas. Thursday night comes and I'm now, officially, turned loose on my own in the "dish pit". It's honest money and not terribly hard, so I'm getting some of my pride and self-confidence back. I get Friday off, so instead of crashing at my sister's house, I head on back home (an hour+ away). I noticed that I was itching really badly in several spots, but thought nothing of it. Figured it was just one of those things. Wake up Saturday morning to get ready to drive back and go to work and my left arm, left leg, and down my side are eaten up by these weird rashes. My skin looks like it's been splashed with acid, so I swing by my sister's to show her and my brother in law the patches. The only thing we can figure it being is that I'm having a reaction to the shellfish that they serve. [I have a lethal and aggressive allergy to shellfish].

Since this was a steakhouse, plus I was JUST washing the dishes, not a single one of us thought that my allergy would be an issue. I go in, show my managers, and ask what we can do. One of them gives me these great big gloves that stretch all the way to my elbow and tell me to try them out. They seem to work okay and I get through the night. Sunday morning, I wake up and there is a new patch blistering up, so my sister insists that I call them and see if they can make some kind of arrangement to get me out of the dish pit and into a job where I wouldn't be exposed to shellfish, since she maintains that they have made arrangements for other people to change jobs for medically necessary reasons. I call the General Manager and tell him that I didn't think the gloves were effective and I wasn't sure if I could keep on working in the dish area due to my allergy. Before I could even start asking about other jobs, he has a meltdown and says, "I was going to start training you in prep, but that won't work because everything back there touches shellfish. Thanks for this. I have to go now and find a dishwasher for tonight." and then he actually hangs up in my face!

Naturally, I assume this means that I've been let go, so I tell my sister and BIL, pack my stuff up and come home with a new burden of shame and disappointment. Well today, my sister goes into work and they're telling her that I outright quit and that [Manager] didn't actually fire me.

I told the GM at the interview that I've been in management plenty of times and I'd never quit a job without notice because that fruiting sucks on everybody's part and that if I didn't think I could do a job that I would talk it out and see what else I could do and he appreciated that, saying that was what he was looking for - someone who could be depended on and not just run off. I did what I was supposed to. I tried, found out there was a problem, and told them about it only to get hung up on. I would have gladly tried something else because it wasn't a bad place to work, from what I could tell, the money was awesome, and it gave me the opportunity to spend a little quality time with my family - something that my other jobs have been lacking in.

My sister just messaged me back after I asked her for clarification and they told her that I quit, but she said that she could hear my side of the conversation (I was outside their house, standing under their bedroom window when I called) and that I was clearly trying to work with them. Now, she's saying if I wanted to, I could call to try and sort the mess out, but I was pretty hurt by the Manager hanging up in my face like a child and I don't really want to go back to a situation like that. If anybody has ever dealt with a situation like this, I'm all ears. Inbox me.