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- why my computer freezes and dies everytime i try to go to Queen Fartsalot's blog
- why people refuse to go to a doctor. if someone is sick for, oh i don't know, 3 MONTHS and cannot get better...why the FUCK do they still not go to the doctor!? are they afraid of what they are going to find out? i think i would rather find out what's wrong and get proper treatment than just feel miserable ALL THE TIME...I know entirely too many people that fit this category. i realize i'm on a first name basis with my doc and his wife, but really, why do people refuse medical treatment!?
- this advertisement(?). it's pretty fun to watch though...and i definitely want a ghettoblaster...
- why fabric is measured in yards. i mean, seriously. it inevitably involves fractions. i fucking hate fractions. and what if i need exactly 38 inches of fabric? i have to sit there and tell the lady "i need a yard and 2/36ths...no sorry, a yard and 1/18th of this." i'm pretty good with math, don't get me wrong (actually, i'm really really good at it, but i hate hate hate it). i kid you not, i went to a fabric store, and told the lady i needed 38 inches of fabric. she looked at me like i was E.T. i then said "i guess that would be, what? a yard and 1/18th?" (knowing this was the right answer because i had already reduced the fraction in my head). the bitch says "coming right up!" ok. really? i know i know. i only worked in a fabric store for 2 hours, so maybe it's a learned thing, but why did my wording make all the difference in her demeanor?
- being ignored. ok, i know that doesn't quite make sense, but someone in my life right now is ignoring me and it's really really starting to get to me and i really really don't understand it... i mean, if you don't want to talk to me, tell me to fuck off. don't just stop answering my calls and emails. it hurts my feelings and now it's starting to piss me off.
- how i can spend almost an entire paycheck (2 weeks of work) in less than 2 days and have basically nothing to show for it except lights, running water, heat, and a full gas tank. i know, that's all i need really (you know, except maybe a straight spine), but dangitt...i like pretty things. i like to travel. i like to walk without wanting to die...i would like to be able to take my dog to the vet because she's got a fucking hole in her side and NOT have to worry about if i'm going to be able to put off the electric company 2 more weeks. argh
- 4.0 GPA. how does one accomplish that? and really? what's the point?
- how H.R. tells certain people to interview applicants for an open position, but then H.R. tells said interview giver whom they are going to hire, whether they are qualified (or you know, applied for the job) or not...
- Photoshop....do they make a "photoshop for dummies" book?
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That Hema add alone was worth the price of admission. Thanks for sharing that, it made me smile (in short supply these days).
Of course they have Photoshop for Dummies books, and oh so many other Photoshoppy books that you can lose an hour in the bookstore just perusing that isle.
Beat me to it...they do make photoshop for dummies but I'm too dum to buy it so I just flounder around. Homeboy Obama was my only success.
HR tells people to apply but 80 per cent of the time they have an internal candidate selected. They just have to play the game of having a big enough pool of applicant to make the process look 'fair'...it's not.
Oh. My. God. I HAAAAATE some HR people. There is no rhyme or reason to them, and I swear about half of them are on a permanent power trip. You'd think that the manager who'd be working directly over the person looking for a job would be the one to make the final call, but I guess that... makes too much sense? omg it's like you read my mind today.
Oh Biddy! I feel your "I needs more money" pains. This is what I don't get: How come so many forward thinking, creative people (yourself and myself included OF COURSE) can't seem to get it together enough to make some of that green that the fancy schmancy's run around with. We love pedicures and expensive sweaters too!
LETS INVENT THE NEXT CHIA PET. SURIOUSLY.
fractions...my eyes are glazing over. hate them!
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