Seriously?? You are saying I have no compassion and actually compared me to those separating immigrant parents and children for weeks and months because I dared to say that we need to be as concerned about folk trying to hear the sermon as we are about the needs of parents with crying kids? Seriously?
You self righteous so and so.
The only reason I didn’t say it directly is I wasn’t there. “Consensual sex with a student” is an oxymoron. Moron.
arggh - I’ve been walking on a “minimally displaced fracture” below my little toe for three weeks? And I was walking to the Happy Hour, not away- stupid pot hole in the parking lot. At least I treated it completely correctly for the first week and cautiously for the next two weeks but now doctor wants me to wear a medical boot for six weeks. Which fortunately I already own since it’s not the first time something has broken on my toes and/or foot.
Please -don’t bring your expensive large tumblers to exercise class. The ones with the straw in the lid. At least once a week class is disrupted by everyone scrambling to get paper towels and helping you clean up. Just get the crappy cycling water bottle.
Wow, that was an unnecessarily rude response. Having a rough day?
Do I accept the job even though I have major reservations? Or hope that I can land something better despite plenty evidence and personal experience of age discrimination?
I am really not interested in reconnecting with you, high school friend. Although we dated a little, it was completely casual and it was 40+ years ago. Please quit messenging me on Facebook. I wonder when you will notice that I did not accept your friend request, and I don’t know how I ended up accepting the messenger thing. I’m sorry you are divorced after 36 years and I’m sorry you found out that your ex did not love you for the last 10 years of that 36, but I don’t need the drama.
Holy cow, high school friend. You message me after 40 years and tell me you think I am mad at you for all those years ago (why, I don’t know) and if I just want to be friends to let you know. You know I don’t want to live my life alone?
Really? I love being single. And you’re coming on way too strong and way too fast. I said no to your invite for lunch or dinner and you said you would not bother me again. I hope you are a man of your word. geez
Who the hell steals a FENCE? Whoever you are, what’s gone wrong in your life that you resorted to stealing a fence in the middle of the night?
I’ll feel so much better when you walk in the door.
Constantly battling the entire world because you have some deeper issue you’re not facing is no way to live. That’s exhausting for you and everyone you know. (Bobby Bones- Fight, Grind, Repeat)
Would it kill you to just send me a simple email that states WHEN your flight is arriving in Boston, and whether you are then driving up here??? “I’ll call you on the 12th” is the best you can do?
I’m so glad you called from your vacation through the western national parks. What neither of us could say is that this might be your last vacation before ALS steals the last of your mobility.
Why is it every time someone starts a thread for B/C students people post about their kids with weighted GPA’s in the 3.7+ range and 1300+ SATs applying to colleges with sub 20% acceptance rates? Yes, I know your kid’s unweighed B+ average technically qualifies for the thread but you know it’s not meant for you. Can’t you just let parents with average kids have one place where they can feel average?
Why are there no 60 under 60 influential people rankings? Or, 70 under 70, etc.
Depressing how ageist our culture is.
Oh, my, trying to be polite to the bank’s senior employee who can’t seem to tell me why online it says my HELOC payment is overdue. Are you saying that if I pay the “amount due” 25 days before it’s due, and then the adjustable rate goes up, the amount due increases and I’m dinged?? That’s not logical, especially since that doesn’t show up online!! This is nuts.
Cookies made with salt instead of sugar are disgusting. Disappointed.
Pile on the desk, and no motivation to deal with it.
You are the definition of passive aggressive and we are done. It is not workable.
Dear daughter’s quirky-cute guy friend (the one like a brother that she’s played and bickered with since pre-school) You are just too adorable. I can’t tell you what a treat it has been for me to shuttle you home every day this past week from summer school and listen as you and DD excitedly plot out your very first date with “the first girl you like that ever liked you back” as you say. I got to hear all about how this girl almost cried (per my daughter) when you asked her to the movie, how you have hemmed and hawed about tellling your parents…in fact, how you told your mom you needed to shop for a new shirt “because it’s a movie but it’s kind of a dressy event” (lol! I think she’ll figure it out) …well, it’s been a treat and an honor. And I’m waiting with baited breath to find out how it’s going to turn out. It’s like a fleeting little vignette of life passing before me (and I’m feeling guilty it’s me and not your mom getting to savor these moments. …)