No, I don’t want to Thrive. I want to keep up with your side of family, but constant FB and instagram posts about some sham health craze you’ve become involved in is wearing my patience.
So you have us over a barrel. Since you’re an attorney, you can threaten to sue us and we know you mean business. You are demanding we pay you back $2,500. Our attorney charges over $200 an hour, and arbitrators are more than that - we are stuck. It’s highway robbery, plain and simple. I sure hope there’s such a thing as karma. 
I love it when people I don’t enjoy working for burn the bridge.
You really think your kid is safer in Chicago than in Austin because a tiny fraction of the students can legally carry guns on campus??? How many shootings in Chicago are from those legally carrying firearms?
It was super great fun reminding you tonight, as you were searching for dessert, that I will not buy you any because
you complained once too many times about my purchases. So we were at the grocery tonight and you looked at them but bought nothing.
You ate the last one from the freezer.
You eat about 1000 calories a day from desserts and you are still underweight.
I am so happy to just step aside.
Maybe you should be sure you are both hearing and listening to me before you jump to conclusions about what you decided I said.
I know you think she’s not “suffering,” but she doesn’t need to be whimpering and crying in pain to be uncomfortable.
I asked if you wanted to supply preach for one service in the Adirondacks for a Facebook friend, because I know you love it there, and saw it as an opportunity to visit there for a few days. I spent hours finding a place you could stay that we could afford. If you would rather drive up Saturday night and sleep in the car and head home after the service so you can say “Oh, poor me!” then so be it.
You could have accepted my suggestion that you spend a few days there at the height of the meteor shower and enjoyed yourself. You could have said “no” to the invite to preach, but you’d rather go up and be miserable. You could have…but you are choosing not to.
Enjoy your pity party, but I’m not coming.
Ugh. I hate when people preach to a group without enough facts and don’t want to hear about why they need to do more than make “apples to oranges” comparisons.
Nobody wants to hear “excuses” or “buts”–I get that totally. But dog gone it there is always more to the story. And if the “rest of the story” can help fix that very problem you need to listen far more than you preach. And considering yourself a “tell me anything person” is quite a bit of self-delusion.
Dear Employer:
I have worked here for 5 years. The only time I have been out of the office, other than vacation, is when I broke my foot, and then for only 2 weeks. I worked without a full time MD for 19 months, took every walk in case, and smiled. I know nurse practitioners are not doctors but if you could please explain why if the week I want off–next June–is one of two that are not allowed vacation weeks then why does a doctor who has less time in the practice than I do have the other “forbidden” week off? I’m so angry I want to cry. But I won’t give you the satisfaction of that. At least not in public.
Please, please, please let the surgeon give you something positive. I hate that you have to go through this again.
To the person who left the small painted stone with “Kindness rocks!” written on it on the steps of the post office, thank you! You made me smile.
I don’t care that you bought it brand new, you’re not going to get the sales tax that you paid when you sell your item used on the Internet. Or shipping either.
Don’t sell yourself short. You’re too good to take the first any-old-thing that wanders along.
When you have a friend who just lost her son, you realize your problems aren’t so bad.
A young woman who got a tattoo in memory of my nephew (who ended his life by suicide) just attempted suicide herself. She had recently posted about missing him a lot and crying.
Please let me get home without incident.
Good grief. 32 minutes on the phone with the Help Desk, just to be able to lob into my work email. And now it has to load for another half hour? This is crazy.
your behavior is so seriously —odd?–different?–?
I wish I did not have to respond–I am so over it. Now you think you
can pay attention? ODD ODD ODD
It’s time. I hope you realize it. It’s time.