The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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Damn KassemG is good! I literally thought that was a real comercial for a second there! I gotta watch more of his stuff.
I was in AC today and my friend saw this perported "crazy" lady zip down her coat a little while walking close to the car. He then locked the door....and she just walked by us and ignored completely. What scares me more is that maybe my friend mixed up the wrong crazy lady and now I won't know what crazy lady to look out for in that area. Such is life I guess.
I was in AC today and my friend saw this perported "crazy" lady zip down her coat a little while walking close to the car. He then locked the door....and she just walked by us and ignored completely. What scares me more is that maybe my friend mixed up the wrong crazy lady and now I won't know what crazy lady to look out for in that area. Such is life I guess.
Hello, instant meme status.
There are lots of "crazy" ladies in AC. Look out for them all!
I always do. It's harder to differentiate the crazies in AC now because they all dress nicely! So I could talk to someone whom I think is a perfectly sane individual an then they'll see a trash can and start arguing with it. Course without the randomness of crazy people the spice of life would be gone I suppose.
I also learned that my friend has been living in a homeless shelter today. That's...kind of a shock. Especially since he's only 20 freaking years old and has family that could and would take him in.
I also learned that my friend has been living in a homeless shelter today. That's...kind of a shock. Especially since he's only 20 freaking years old and has family that could and would take him in.
I used to work there in one of the casinos. On midnight shift. I saw things that to this day make me laugh not because it was funny, but because it was horribly wrong.
I hope your friend gets some kind of help to get out of the shelter.
I hope your friend gets some kind of help to get out of the shelter.
Me too. I feel bad for him but for the past month when I asked him what was going on he would just say "he's in hell and high water." I asked him if what he was in was illegal and he actually said to me "No, but it should be." The fact that he said it like that made me instantly think he in some drug trouble(which not to sound like a dick is kind-of like him) but then I learned he was just in a homeless shelter(Its seems odd how I typed "just" a homeless shelter but if you knew the stuff he gets into this is normal for him). I feel a mixture of pity for him, and anger for not confiding in his other friends or family. Me I can understand, while we are friends we get on each others nerves at times but I know for a fact he could confide in two people I know. The guy is just too proud and I worry about him.
Russel Crowe got lost at sea, and the Coast Guard brought back Carl Reiner instead.
I think I may be going insane, and I don't know if this is win worthy or rant worthy, so I'll just stick it here. Lately I've been increasingly ambivalent to gaming. I loaded up WoW again following the latest patch, and find that I can't stand to play for more than 5 minutes, because I've done so much with the game that it's just kind of... done, for me. I load up Torchlight, a game that I only actually started playing after Diablo 3 was released, and it just seems like so much repetitive work to get a character to the fun part of the game that I don't want to bother with it. D3 feels exactly the same, and so does Skyrim and Mass Effect, and even Minecraft. Even Angry Birds, which I usually play on smoke breaks, is just so... repetitive. I spend all day yesterday watching the Anthony Bourdain marathon on Travel Channel, cooking, and cleaning; and had more fun doing that and felt more accomplished (unsurprisingly) than I did Saturday and Sunday playing video games. I mean, I didn't have one single solitary minute yesterday when I wasn't cleaning something, cooking something, or planning my next steps in cleaning or cooking something between 8:30am and 9:00pm - and it felt great. And then, I was so exhausted at the end of the day that I got to sleep at a decent time and was awake by 5:30 to come to work this morning. Now, between responding to emails about people's dead relatives and their email accounts, and pulling together the data for a massive report, I'm planning out what to clean tonight, what to cook this week, what to do this weekend, when to drop donations off at Goodwill, how to polish up my resume and start actively hunting for jobs in Louisville, what materials I would need in order to build myself a cheese press so that I can start making cheese when it cools down again, whether I should by a wine fridge with temp and humidity controls or a dorm fridge and a thermometer setup with a separate humidity sensor to age cheese in, and the list goes on.
It's... weird.
It's... weird.
Apparently my school got an anonymous threat today. The traffic was freaking crazy. I hope nothing bad happens and I just hope the terror watch dies down soon.
crap, that explains why I cant focus on anything. I thought my daily dose was feeling a bit ineffective!
Not for me... but for my coworker... and I'd like to add a personal story.
Basically, I asked him how his weekend was, he's been having issues with his wife lately, they have been fighting a lot... anyways... he was in a terrible mood... he told me why... they supposedly went out for the weekend, wined and dined her, went to the park... they felt close and intimate and they started going at it in the car on the way home.... like teenagers again they parked at a supposed secluded spot... then some prick showed up and tapped on their window laughing at the situation... and it really ruined it for them... the wife was very embarrassed..
This reminds of what happened to me sometime ago... but I just couldn't help ruining it for others.
I was at a camp, no not band camp... just camp where you rent lots for the day and put up your tent... have your own fire... etc... The time? It was around 2 am and I woke up from my sleeping bag with huge stomach pains that signaled me it was time to take a massive shit. You know those of those explosive, "you must go right fucking now" shits? Yeah.. it was likely brought on by dinner which consisted of various different types of marinated meats on the BBQ spit and massive shit-tons of chocolate marshmallows and liquor.
I really had to immediately fucking go or risk shitting myself right then and there.
So I get out of my sleeping bag and quickly ran (more like waddled actually) to the public bathrooms a few hundred yards away... not giving a fuck if I woke my friends up in the process. All the way, hoping I didn't shit myself and die from embarrassment. So, I ran into the bathroom, the lights were off yet I heard the sound of a girl moaning. I didn't even bother turning the lights on, there was enough light coming from the near full moon and nearby light lamps the see things decently enough.
In the corner of my eye I noticed them, the guy had this brunette girl hoisted on the sink and they were happily into it with her legs in the air and she was wearing nothing but knee high rainbow socks and clogs. Not giving a fuck, I rushed in and threw the nearest stall door open and barely made it onto the toilet seat before letting out the nastiest, noisiest, most disgusting sweaty shits I had ever had the pleasure to have taken before and since that night.
I swear it lifted me off the ground. My eyes were pulsating from the pressure wave.
On the other side of the door, less than 10 feet away I could hear her gagging with an initial "What the... ERK!" and leaving as fast as she could all the while the guy was calling after her "Samantha, don't go... no...Samantha" hoping to continue.
I could say I didn't give a shit at the time... but I was clearly giving an epic one.
Basically, I asked him how his weekend was, he's been having issues with his wife lately, they have been fighting a lot... anyways... he was in a terrible mood... he told me why... they supposedly went out for the weekend, wined and dined her, went to the park... they felt close and intimate and they started going at it in the car on the way home.... like teenagers again they parked at a supposed secluded spot... then some prick showed up and tapped on their window laughing at the situation... and it really ruined it for them... the wife was very embarrassed..
This reminds of what happened to me sometime ago... but I just couldn't help ruining it for others.
I was at a camp, no not band camp... just camp where you rent lots for the day and put up your tent... have your own fire... etc... The time? It was around 2 am and I woke up from my sleeping bag with huge stomach pains that signaled me it was time to take a massive shit. You know those of those explosive, "you must go right fucking now" shits? Yeah.. it was likely brought on by dinner which consisted of various different types of marinated meats on the BBQ spit and massive shit-tons of chocolate marshmallows and liquor.
I really had to immediately fucking go or risk shitting myself right then and there.
So I get out of my sleeping bag and quickly ran (more like waddled actually) to the public bathrooms a few hundred yards away... not giving a fuck if I woke my friends up in the process. All the way, hoping I didn't shit myself and die from embarrassment. So, I ran into the bathroom, the lights were off yet I heard the sound of a girl moaning. I didn't even bother turning the lights on, there was enough light coming from the near full moon and nearby light lamps the see things decently enough.
In the corner of my eye I noticed them, the guy had this brunette girl hoisted on the sink and they were happily into it with her legs in the air and she was wearing nothing but knee high rainbow socks and clogs. Not giving a fuck, I rushed in and threw the nearest stall door open and barely made it onto the toilet seat before letting out the nastiest, noisiest, most disgusting sweaty shits I had ever had the pleasure to have taken before and since that night.
I swear it lifted me off the ground. My eyes were pulsating from the pressure wave.
On the other side of the door, less than 10 feet away I could hear her gagging with an initial "What the... ERK!" and leaving as fast as she could all the while the guy was calling after her "Samantha, don't go... no...Samantha" hoping to continue.
I could say I didn't give a shit at the time... but I was clearly giving an epic one.
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Zappit
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I am so relived/enraged right now.
My grandfather might not have cancer at all. It was a fucking radiologist - not a doctor, that told my grandparents that devastating news OVER THE PHONE. Someone with no right to make such a diagnosis or to go and tell them that. What they found are two lesions at the base of his spine, maybe cancerous, maybe not. They need to run some more tests. He's in the hospital for that now under the care of a cancer specialist. I have no idea when we'll know more at this point - hopefully tomorrow.
I'm not just pissed at this prick radiologist who told my grandparents that my grandfather had a terminal illness. I'm also pissed at my grandfather's primary care doctor. He was supposed to check in my grandfather at the hospital and no-showed - forcing them to wait for SIX hours before getting him a room. This poor man is in severe pain, and my grandmother had to raise some Cain just to get him a gurney to lie on and get some relief.
Something had to have been wrong. None of his previous tests had raised any red flags, and he's made multiple hospital trips since January. He's had tons of tests of every sort, and not anything that seemed to say, "Check this guy for cancer." my grandfather does have lesions on the lower part of his spine, which explains the pain. A bit of research on that shows it's consistent with other symptoms he's been exhibiting. But that doesn't mean it's cancer. It also doesn't mean it's not cancer, but we just took one hell of a jump up in terms of hope.
If it isn't cancerous, this little fucker who overstepped his boundaries put our family through an absolute nightmare for...god, I don't even know how to finish that one. There's hope, and that's the most important thing right now. He might really be okay.
My grandfather might not have cancer at all. It was a fucking radiologist - not a doctor, that told my grandparents that devastating news OVER THE PHONE. Someone with no right to make such a diagnosis or to go and tell them that. What they found are two lesions at the base of his spine, maybe cancerous, maybe not. They need to run some more tests. He's in the hospital for that now under the care of a cancer specialist. I have no idea when we'll know more at this point - hopefully tomorrow.
I'm not just pissed at this prick radiologist who told my grandparents that my grandfather had a terminal illness. I'm also pissed at my grandfather's primary care doctor. He was supposed to check in my grandfather at the hospital and no-showed - forcing them to wait for SIX hours before getting him a room. This poor man is in severe pain, and my grandmother had to raise some Cain just to get him a gurney to lie on and get some relief.
Something had to have been wrong. None of his previous tests had raised any red flags, and he's made multiple hospital trips since January. He's had tons of tests of every sort, and not anything that seemed to say, "Check this guy for cancer." my grandfather does have lesions on the lower part of his spine, which explains the pain. A bit of research on that shows it's consistent with other symptoms he's been exhibiting. But that doesn't mean it's cancer. It also doesn't mean it's not cancer, but we just took one hell of a jump up in terms of hope.
If it isn't cancerous, this little fucker who overstepped his boundaries put our family through an absolute nightmare for...god, I don't even know how to finish that one. There's hope, and that's the most important thing right now. He might really be okay.
The moment it stormed at my school my back started to hurt. I got the energy of a hyper 21 year old and the bones of an octogenarian.
Zappit
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That might be a sign of arthritis, Yosh. Rheumatoid arthritis can affect younger people, too. I had a 7th grader in one of my classes a few years ago with it, and went for treatment every other week - some trial drug. It must have been working, because he was very active - even played on the baseball team. Just something you might want to bring up next time you see your doctor, especially if this happens on a consistent basis.
Last Saturday it was in the upper 70s, but humid as hell. Like walking through a wall of syrup, the air was so thick. When it gets that bad and doesn't rain, I'll get chest pains the usual meds don't have any effect on, since it's not a cardiac issue. I still ending up wanting to do nothing but lie in bed.
I know, especially since it runs in my family. It doesn't effect me every time it rains but it happens enough, so I still should see my doc so thanks. Combine this with my slightly curved spine and I can be a walking time-bomb of back-aches. I also gotta lay off the soda, the phosphouric acid in that melts away at bone cartilidge.
So you're the reason I can't hang out in Karaoke Bars anymore.
I'd go to a karaoke bar only if they had the entire Pokemon theme song there. That would be the best day ever.
Oh man, I'd never try that in a karaoke bar. This was at one of those places with the separate rooms.
I got an email from one of the jobs I applied to today, they want me to start training with them. Which I guess means they want to hire me. The fact that the email wasn't very clear, plus my perception that they want to pay me too much to do what sounds like not a lot, makes it seem like this is too good to be true.
Random for now, possibly a win within a few days. Clarification needed.
Random for now, possibly a win within a few days. Clarification needed.
Good luck. I hope it is not a training scam I fell for before.
What kind of job was it? I know a lot of jobs that want you to go through training (and want you to pay for it, or want you to go through training completely unpaid) and offer you a big wage when you get done, and while they're not strictly scams, they're usually pretty shady places of employment. Or they're insurance companies.
Hmm... that's odd, but "Admin Assistant" and "office furniture supply chain" don't really set off any nasty alarms, so I'd say just email and/or call them back and see if you can get some clarification out of them as to whether this means that you've been hired, or whether it means that you're in a pool of people who may be hired depending upon how they do in training, and decide what you want to do from there.
BananaHands
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AND MAYBE YOU COULD TRANSFER TO CHICAGO EVENTUALLY
GasBandit
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I just want to chime in and say that I once held a job where I got paid "training" for a week and it was totally legit. Of course, after that, the job sucked balls and got me sick all the time and I quit and they went bankrupt a couple months later. But the paid training was legit, and it was a real job.