Tag: Pagan rants

Dear Body – 

For Fuck’s fucking sake. I don’t know what the fuck you want anymore, body. I’ve given you everything you’ve asked for. You didn’t like sugar, so I gave you pills and lowered my carb intake. You didn’t want to menstruate, so I gave you more pills and put up with frankly more indignity than I was really prepared for. And now – now that all my other lab results look perfectly fricking normal. Now that I’ve gone through pain and privation and suffering for you – now you want to have fucking gallbladder issues?

Fuck you, Body. I goddamn tried and you still don’t want to cooperate. Fuck you very much.

Meg

gwinny3k replied to your post:Dear Coworker, Yes, I fucking heard you. Yes, I…

😦 rude coworkers are the WORST

Yes they are, and this one really takes the cake. I’ve been here three years. I know my job. I know my boss. She still wants me to take things to him even when a. I know what his answer will be and b. it will probably annoy him to have me ask. Today, she not only did this, but listened to the conversation and then asked if I’d heard the last part of what she said, as if I had not covered this territory and as if the standard procedure for this situation would somehow not cover what needs to happen (which it absolutely does). Bottom line – she doesn’t know what she’s doing or anything about the process, but she wants to pretend that she’s the only one in the office who knows how to do anything. And of course she has seniority so saying anything about this behavior to the boss is out of the question. FML.

Dear Coworker,

You were off last Friday. You were off on Monday. You’re off again tomorrow. I started off the week having to do your job and I’m going to have to finish the week doing the same damn thing. Do you think you might want to sit down at your damn desk and do your job today instead of standing around talking to second boss and probably irritating the shit out of her with your frankly classist, racist, misogynist, ableist, Republican viewpoint?

No?

That’s…. kind of what I expected really. I’ll just sit here and quietly run the office, shall I?

Pagan the Supremely Irritated

Like ok, I could maybe move out if I wanted to be constantly completely broke and living off spaghettios and ramen and killing myself in the process because I need a specific diet to not get diabetes. Likewise, I could let my mother live alone with her bad knee and her 12 hour days and her paycheck that doesn’t really cover all her expenses like car insurance. It’s all she can do right now to pay her half of the property taxes every year, but whatever, right? It’s totally ok if I let her lose her house because of some stupid societal expectation that I should move out. Yeah. Absolutely. I mean, it’s not like I’ve helped pay for a new oven, two new air conditioners, a new water heater, and assorted other expenses over the past few years. It’s not like I’ve let her borrow my car when she needs it, or arranged the only family vacation we’ve ever gotten to go on because I had a little extra money for some fun. I haven’t bought her Ren Faire tickets so that we could go together or paid for breakfast out every other weekend for the past two years. Oh yeah. I have, because she couldn’t. But I’m totally a leech for living there and not finding a shitty apartment to live in. Yeah.

Great, coworkers. That’s right. Have a conversation about your relatives who haven’t moved out of their parents’ house and make me feel like a piece of shit in the process. I haven’t been having enough trouble trying to reassure myself that I’m not somehow broken because I’m 27, still unattached, and living with my mother. I don’t have enough trouble trying not to feel like I’m failing in life somehow even though my mother has repeatedly reassured me that she wants me there and even though I pay my share of the bills and she’d be up shit creek with no paddle if I moved out. It’s ok. Just keep complaining about your kid who lives with you that you apparently can’t stand. Remind me why the fuck you had children if they’re apparently so inconvenient? WTF is wrong with baby boomer parents that they act like this about their children?