I absolutely understand that it is your deck, on your property, and you can do whatever you want on it. BUT when you sit on it and smoke cigars the smell drifts my way and I hate it. Really, seriously hate it. I quietly go in when you come out, but I’d like to sit on my deck in the evenings also. I know that your wife sends you outside because she doesn’t want to smell it, well guess what, I feel the same way.
Too little, too late, Munoz. You won’t use law enforcement officers to remove overbooked passengers. Big whoop. Whaddya gonna do? Give the crew stun guns, or prevent any of the passengers from boarding until someone is involuntarily selected to not board?
I’ve got a couple:
- I can see the games you're playing from a mile away. It's totally obvious. Your passive-aggressive ways really bite and I've lost respect for you as a result.
- Stop acting as if it's the end of your kid's education & career if the kid can't afford to go to the LAC that costs >$60k/yr to attend. Whatever state flagship U that your kid attends is a decent school and she'll do really well there.
- Knock it off with all of the complaining about everything. You're 71 years old, in good health, you work in a job that is pretty low stress. You have a lot to be thankful for. Stop being such a drama queen. The world does not revolve around you.
Thanks, Excel, for double-adding the cells. Now I know my commission is a lot less than I thought it would be. Crud.
I never dreamed I’d still be here this year for this. And the thought of having to go through it all again just makes me fraught with anxiety.
Who the heck sets up a DAILY meeting at 5:30 pm?!
On behalf of the runner-up in PR Week’s Communicator of the Year competition, won last month by Oscar Munoz of United Airlines: Double Phooey!
Dear D’s track coach,
I have been counting down the days until her time with you are over. If she didn’t love running so much, or if there had been a local club team for girls her age, she’d have quit your team long ago. There has been just so much crap to tolerate for far too long. So while today’s annoyance is minor and by no means even in the ballpark of your worst transgressions, I still need to ask: Seriously??? D is the only senior in her event group who has been varsity level all 4 years. She continues to be a top, consistent performer for you now. Yet, last week you make her run 3 stupid races in a dual meet that didn’t matter for anything, against a team who didn’t even race THEIR top runners. Now, after practicing every morning of spring break, you only assign her to run one short little leg in a relay race at the major invitational meet this Saturday—the day before Easter. You make her give up most of the day on a holiday weekend for just a little over 2 min. of running? For Pete’s sake, at least give her another race!
Sometimes you just have to spend the money.
Why is it so hard to get into an EC these days in college? In my day, anyone who was interested just showed up and was welcomed. Now, you have to apply, and there are so many essay questions and interviews just to get into an EC. Worse than college admissions, geesh!
There are people in this world that help others out, without drawing attention to the matter or wanting recognition for doing good deeds.
I m glad that you are one of those people. You have inspired others to be that way.
I was so happy things seemed to be working out well. And now this. I hope it’s not as bad as it sounds
I’m off to testify before the stupid people in our legislature who want to end the continuing education requirement for professional engineers in Maine. Thank goodness my organization has given me a statement to read so I’m not tempted to say something insulting.
We won!!! Such a satisfying feeling. And I managed not to insult anybody. 
Makes me feel a little better about the democratic process.
Where is that love button ??
And this is why we can’t have nice things…or threads… :-<
No, they don’t confide in you because you are too critical. Taking it out on me won’t change anything.
It’s not like there was anything new to say.
That giant, ignorant horse’s rear end must have been someone’s cousin visiting my neck of the woods.
Sleep well, dear girl. You made us better people.