Random thing you loathe right now.

Stylez wrote:

Wife's cousin just had a heart attack and is at heart institute in a medically induced coma. He's 32 years old. 2013 is sure shaping up to be something.

Gah, I should be brushing up my resume and looking for contracts but I think I'm just gonna write the rest of today off. I can't focus anyhow.

internet hug

Man Stylez, I hope everything gets better for you and your family soon.

So sorry to hear that, Stylez, that's a lot of bad stuff happening for you right now. I really hope things start looking up, that you find a kick ass job soon and that your wife's cousin recovers quickly. Best of wishes, sending you lots of positive energy.

Also, blew my food budget. DAMMIT

I have to go grocery shopping, but I just got out of the gym and I'm so damn hungry. I hate shopping hungry because I buy a lot of unnecessary food when I'm hungry. I've got this budget I gotta maintain.

We've got this fancy, swanky new shopping center at the train station before my apartment. So I get to the indian restaurant there 20 minutes before they close. I order it to-go and decide to eat it at some of the outdoor seating in the mall area outside of the restaurants connected to the train station (seating is park-bench style). Headphones in (nothing's playing anymore), staring at my phone, I sit down with my things...and this middle-aged guy shuffles over to me and starts talking to me. I assume he's wanting to know the time or bum a smoke or something so I take an earbud out because he's clearly not cluing into the fact that the whole ipod and phone thing means I don't want to be bothered. I got neon green earbuds/ipod for a reason. So anyway.

Me: Sorry...yes?
Strange Guy: Hey, uh...I was wondering if I could sit here with you.
Me:What?! Uh...Um, no. Thanks. I wanted to sit alone. *starts to put earbud back in*
Strange guy: Well I'm not going to be here too long...I was going to catch the train. *Sits down across from me, starts staring, yammering*
Me:Uh...dude!? (I've got a way with words) *I get up and leave*
Strange guy: Fat bitch, you stupid bitch, etc etc etc (note: this isn't super threatening. It's kind of...sad? Bitter? His heart doesn't seem all that into it).

The courtyard is filled with empty tables and chairs.

Sufficiently creeped the f*ck out, I wander around a bit, and then eventually I go up to the second level and sit at some of the cafe tables in front of the closed starbucks right next to the train stop where the transit staff hang out because that's where all the lights and cameras are. Start to settle in, and another f*cking dude walks up to me. I have yet to take a single bite. Do I have a sign over my head or something? What is this? Really? Two in one day? What the hell. I just want to eat this even though it's almost totally cold now so I can food shop and go the f*ck home.

Strange guy 2 is a lot less creepy. Clearly just wants a smoke and asks where I got the food because it smells good. I tell him "no man, I don't smoke, I got it downstairs but they're closed. Have a good one" and gather my things and walk away because this guy doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, either. Guy mutters something like "hey I was just trying to make conversation man" and then says what I think is "f*ck you too" just before he's out of earshot. I don't think he thought I could hear him with the headphones.

So enough of this. I'm ravenously hungry, exhausted, and tired of suffering these f*cking fools. I'm tired of trying to find a place I can eat in peace. I go into the grocery and shop hungry. My food is cold. I buy a bunch of stuff I don't really need because, dammit, my night's turned kind of crappy now and ...you know what? I deserve you, plethora of yogurts. I deserve you, overpriced jar of sweet peppadews and huge cheese block. I deserve you, cherry tomatoes and small tub of sliced melons.

So I go home and eat my cold curry over the stove with the fan on so my husband isn't too nauseated by the smell (he's vomitously allergic to curry. I got it because I miss having curry. I try not to eat it around him, also why I wanted to do it before the shopping).

I understand I'm in a public space and part of that is being exposed to the public. I get that. I also get that when someone's body language pretty much screams "LEAVE ME ALONE" I try to, well, leave them alone. I guess it's a mistake to assume that common courtesy is a universal thing.

Strange dudes: Just being alone in a public space is not an invitation. At least let me eat before you're going to demand things of me like it's your right to invade my personal space and assume I owe it to you to pay attention to your creepy, entitled, socially maladjusted ass.

TL;DR: Hangry, and creepers be creeping, they're interrupting my dinner and hassling me for things.

Amoebic wrote:

I deserve you, plethora of yogurts. I deserve you, overpriced jar of sweet peppadews and huge cheese block. I deserve you, cherry tomatoes and small tub of sliced melons.

Amoebic is the best right now

carrotpanic wrote:
Amoebic wrote:

I deserve you, plethora of yogurts. I deserve you, overpriced jar of sweet peppadews and huge cheese block. I deserve you, cherry tomatoes and small tub of sliced melons.

Amoebic is the best right now

+1

Amoebic wrote:

Strange guy 2 is a lot less creepy.

You just described me!

PRG013 wrote:
Amoebic wrote:

Strange guy 2 is a lot less creepy.

You just described me!

I'm house trained. Sorry. That's all I got.

Seriously, you just gotta let that sh*t roll off you. Urban areas are crawling with odd and creepy folks.

Stories like Amoebic's really clarify why I like being a big man (albeit fat, but still applies). I have conversations with my wife about how it is sometimes hard for a man to empathize with a woman's perspective in the world. We can sympathize, but I, at least, cannot truly understand.

Two things at one this morning:

- Our refrigerator isn't getting cold enough. Moved dial to colder to see if that fixes it. I hope it's not dying on us.

- I spilled part of my fruit smoothie on myself on the way in to work today. It sort of looks like I threw up on myself. Shirt currently drying on desk while I wear my t-shirt and fleece jacket at work, hoping the boss doesn't notice.

Nevin73 wrote:

Stories like Amoebic's really clarify why I like being a big man (albeit fat, but still applies). I have conversations with my wife about how it is sometimes hard for a man to empathize with a woman's perspective in the world. We can sympathize, but I, at least, cannot truly understand.

Same here. My awkward and odd facial features and my big hook nose, combined with my mannerisms, guarantees I'm left alone by most. And like you said, I can never understand what it is like to be a woman in these situations.

It feels like I have a cramp or stitch in my upper back, and it hurts to breathe deeply. Figures this would happen right as I start some fairly expensive voice over classes, and any opportunity for a refund is long gone.

At least I can go see a doctor about it this week. Thanks, socialized medicare!

Strangeblades wrote:

Same here. My awkward and odd facial features and my big hook nose, combined with my mannerisms, guarantees I'm left alone by most.

You mean that homicidal look in your eyes?

If someone is going to strike up a conversation with someone in a room full of strangers, I'm the guy they'll pick. Even though I'm likely the last person in the room who wants to have a conversation. I avoid eye contact, turn away as I see them meandering over, etc. but they still find me.

FeralMonkey wrote:

If someone is going to strike up a conversation with someone in a room full of strangers, I'm the guy they'll pick. Even though I'm likely the last person in the room who wants to have a conversation. I avoid eye contact, turn away as I see them meandering over, etc. but they still find me.

Yeah, I'm the same way. At our company Christmas party this year there was a guy who joined our tiny group of people playing darts and started talking to me. The guy seemed normal at first, just random chit chat and the like. Then, out of nowhere, he started talking about how he had a panic attack at work. Which naturally lead to the story about how his dog had just died at the time, he just got the job, and he didn't really understand the job so he stressed about a lot. That of course led to the story about how he drove himself to the hospital after making sure no one saw him freaking out and then calling his boss later that day about the whole ordeal.

"But this is a really cool place to work, huh?"

....

Minarchist wrote:
Strangeblades wrote:

Same here. My awkward and odd facial features and my big hook nose, combined with my mannerisms, guarantees I'm left alone by most.

You mean that homicidal look in your eyes? :)

I think it's more the blood dripping from his hands.

trichy wrote:
Minarchist wrote:
Strangeblades wrote:

Same here. My awkward and odd facial features and my big hook nose, combined with my mannerisms, guarantees I'm left alone by most.

You mean that homicidal look in your eyes? :)

I think it's more the blood dripping from his hands.

IDK, maybe he'll actually manage to get walking around with wounds made from having a 7" cold forged iron spike plunged through the soft tissue of your adductor pollicis back in fashion again.

Falchion wrote:
trichy wrote:
Minarchist wrote:
Strangeblades wrote:

Same here. My awkward and odd facial features and my big hook nose, combined with my mannerisms, guarantees I'm left alone by most.

You mean that homicidal look in your eyes? :)

I think it's more the blood dripping from his hands.

IDK, maybe he'll actually manage to get walking around with wounds made from having a 7" cold forged iron spike plunged through the soft tissue of your adductor pollicis back in fashion again.

The right person can always make that look fashionable. I think you have to leave the spike in.

Strangeblades wrote:
PRG013 wrote:
Amoebic wrote:

Strange guy 2 is a lot less creepy.

You just described me!

I'm house trained. Sorry. That's all I got.

Seriously, you just gotta let that sh*t roll off you. Urban areas are crawling with odd and creepy folks.

Doesn't mean it's not annoying, especially in the dark when no one else is around. Having a wang doesn't make a person entitled to my time, whatever the population density.

Dangerously close to P&C territory, so I'm just going to leave it at this: This is the loathe thread. Generally it's not cool to respond with "you should just not let that bother you."

Strangeblades wrote:
PRG013 wrote:
Amoebic wrote:

Strange guy 2 is a lot less creepy.

You just described me!

I'm house trained. Sorry. That's all I got.

Seriously, you just gotta let that sh*t roll off you. Urban areas are crawling with odd and creepy folks.

Usually, I do. This city has some fabulous mass transit so the odd folks are just part of the scenery. I'm not phased by the being approached part. It happens. A lot. I have "pleasant" looking face. Just don't think its unreasonable to want 10 minutes of peace and or quiet to inhale my food and I just wasn't getting that last night. Literally wasn't able to get a bite in because someone else felt their needs were more important than mine. That's super annoying no matter how common being approached by strangers can be.

That wonderful meeting where three things are sprung on you:

1) your old business unit is being dissolved
2) hi, I'm your new boss
3) oh yeah, you'll now be doing the thing you were doing 4 years ago that drove you to leaving the company the last time

Goddamnit, I was just getting into a grove and starting to like this.

I guess you had no opportunity to bring up "You know I came to work here with the understanding that I wouldn't be doing that crap any more?" Not that that's easy to do when you get ambushed and aren't particularly planning to be looking for a new job.

Its mostly a meta-loathe.

I'm starting to feel like I got back with a psycho-ex, knowing full well that things might not have changed, but seeing signs that most of it had changed.

And then they do exactly what they did years ago that drove me away.

It doesn't help that I now get to see all these projects and promises that I was working on at the end of last year basically vanish into smoke with this change.

I was really looking forward to rewriting our certification test, scrapping and rewriting our partner portal website, and helping this company get a better understand of how our partners deliver our product for end clients - all of which should still be high-priority goals :/

Is there any possibility you can bring all this up with the management or will they react badly?

At this place, its a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" scenario. They haven't really figured out "career development" or "treating employees like people".

I can make it known that I'm not happy with the decision, but that won't change the decision. They've just taken our group of 6 people, laid one off, and moved the other 5 around.

edosan wrote:

Two things at one this morning:

- Our refrigerator isn't getting cold enough. Moved dial to colder to see if that fixes it. I hope it's not dying on us.

We had that happen on our fridge a few weeks back (on Christmas Eve, so no chance of getting someone out to look at it). The freezer section was still working OK, and it turns out, something was blocking an intake or something in the fridge section. After cleaning it out, it started working just fine.