"I've been on a committee and know exactly what is needed," she says, and

suggests herself for one of the four seats

and her husband for the next election committee.

Augh this year is going to make me so angry I will want to stab someone.

I am hella curious as to who she thinks should be chair. Is she expecting to be elected or will she want me ( Read more... )

Ah, April, that delicate month of vibrant change, when the first haze of green leaves cover the trees like gauze as birds take singing to the sky and bright flowers nod cheerfully at passersby and

it fucking rains and snows at the same time.Like, snow's coming down in a righteous haze of feathery flakes but the moment it lands it slaps you in the ( Read more... )

God, why is it that every time you're down and want to talk to someone, you're contacted by people you do not want to talk to especially not when you want to pull your brains out through your ears anyway.

Go away go away go away.

Seriously this is the person who more or less admitted to just following my lead in her choices of education, because ( Read more... )

My grandmother is moving back to Sweden probably this month or as soon as they help her find her passport. Her dementia is growing worse (as we figured it would when my grandfather died) and she needs someone to look after her. Last Saturday she lost her car and had to walk home four kilometers. She keeps talking about people stealing from her and ( Read more... )

I have a pretty good phone voice for work-related stuff. I tend to keep my voice kinda low and even and lapse into the formal, but have that chipper infliction you get when you've worked in a café for a while. I like to think of it as friendly yet professional ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to read The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi for ages - and then I read a review piece that's all "great book great book GREAT BOOK oh and also rape. Lots of rape. Gruesome rape. Detailed rape." Which, uh, no thanks.

Why is it that any time a genre writer wants to be Gritty, he (yes, he goddamnit) resorts to a) prostitution, b) ( Read more... )

I've been complaining about people posting photos of their ball-joint dolls because oh my god so boring grow up...

...but as I accidentaly tune in to Toddlers and Tiaras I realize that more people should get them.Instead of kids ( Read more... )

I hate it when people waste my time. Forty minutes to tell us you're unfit to be chair of this board? Bitch, please, everybody already knew.

...and some days, you nearly find yourself writing, "I realize that $1,791,547.40 is a small amount"...

I am not happy about today. I don't feel well and work isn't fun. On the other hand, I'm not at a funeral like the boss.

Still, I am reading fanfic. This is not a good allocation of time.

Dear Internet,

I want to throw things at everyone who talks. What shall I do?

Sincerely,
I Don't Care About Your Personal Life, Just Let Me Work In Peace

Dear Internet,I have helped a classmate get an internship at the same time and place as my own. I thought she seemed capable and nice and also she has the same education I do. I regret it ( Read more... )