Ok, seriously? Whatever!..you just proved my point. Thank you.
Mastectomy it is.
So many doctors. So much time and money. Total frustration. Yes, I realize her condition is complicated by various factors, but after all this time, can someone please get her meds right! She can’t keep going through this emotional roller coaster.
He is going to a job fair - YES!!!
Honestly, it doesn’t look the the right place for him to get a job, but he found out about it on his own and he’s going!!! Huge step in the right direction.
Dear anal retentive bureaucratic assistant to possibly the most ineffective supervisor I’ve ever had,
You don’t get to just rewrite organizational deadlines and policy because it makes your life easier.
And kudos to the student who is super organized and was able to return your bureaucratic serve with a slam dunk. (sorry for the mixed metaphor!)
This is just not fair! She lost her husband in a terrible car accident. She lost her infant son to SIDS. Now her dear 31-year-old daughter has stage 4 breast cancer. How much can one woman handle?
No, Mrs. XXXXXX, your daughter’s 1570 is good enough; she shouldn’t take the SAT again. Find something better to do with her time.
What world did you grow up in that you think a generous thank you is not necessary?
I am really really tired of this behavior.
Either I will stop doing nice things for you or I will continue and not care about your responses at all.
Either way, very sad.
And GADS, you are such the victim. You heard that you could not have a second shopping item when what
was said is that we could do one now and one in a few weeks. Boo Hoo. You have never been forgotten for
a minute but you sure forget nearly everyone around you.
In what universe does it make sense to request a conference about your 17 year old’s performance in my class, WITHOUT her, especially when she has a 94??? For kids on IEPs, they have the legal right to attend starting in HS. It’s good practice for all students, and the only sane practice when there is no extenuating circumstance except parental caprice. Because the student is the main character!
It kind of scares me, how much I like you. You’re my best friend. I’m terrified that this dating thing won’t work out and I’ll lose you. But… you’re worth the risk.
You are trying so hard to be in the inner circle. It both disgusts me and saddens me. I have seen so many other colleagues go down this path and become people who can’t be trusted.
Hey, NPR and New York Times reporters, who use the term “dog whistle” to refer to phrases that are understood by a targeted group of listeners/readers to convey a position, but that are not noticed by listeners/readers in general. I have no difficulty with this term when it is used to refer to slogans, TV shows, movies, or country music. On the other hand, when this term is used to refer to phrases from hymns that are well-known to Christian congregations, or when it refers to Biblical allusions, I find the term “dog whistle” really offensive. It is a hymn or sacred text, and ought to be treated that way!
Thank you for folding the laundry. But I have a request. Can you please push the pockets of the pajama pants back? Whenever you fold, pockets are out flopping like bunny ears. I’ve never understood why you don’t push them back in for the past 20 years. Oh well, I still appreciate your folding. That’s why I never said anything. (Maybe that’s why I still have pajama pants with floppy bunny years in the closet.)
I love when I get gas-lighted by the gas company, and turn out to be right after all (no, they did not connect our gas despite multiple phone calls and them saying they had).
I was really starting to feel a little crazy.
Look, I work too and help pay for all this stuff … would the world come to an end if we watched what I want once in a while?
No, there’s no special trick that will get your kid into (Penn/Columbia/Yale/Stanford/Princeton/Harvard).
You aren’t just overly enthusiastic, you’re really an idiot. Obviously from my post on FB I was keeping it under my hat, promising a surprise to come. You just blurted it out for everyone to see. You don’t know what “subtle” means, do you.
You couldn’t wait 20 more seconds while I checked the price online? Wait until you’re the one calling and I don’t feel like waiting for your five minutes of discussion…
No matter how much you want something to work, sometimes, you have to accept that it won’t. I have to let go, for both our sakes.
I’m sorry, United States Postal Service, I just don’t trust you anymore. This is the third package of mine that has been lost, delayed, lost then found…That’s it, I’m done. UPS and FedEx are my new best friends. X(