Missy Posted January 24, 2013 Author Report Share Posted January 24, 2013 Here's a suitably mundane grumble! Straight out of work, I catch the first of two trains to take me to Manchester for my training session at head office. I disembark to find my connecting train has been cancelled, so I have an hour in York to grab some dinner. With the time pressure taking priority over quality eaterie, I ducked into a Yates's. Quite the mistake. I proceeded to consume one of the worst lasagnes I've ever had. Back to the station, my replacement train has no announcer (although the train manager was stringently on hand to check tickets), and I may have to face the 90 minute journey without a beer. Life is hard in the first world. Post of the Day! Oddly enough, I read the entire thing in your voice, Ian. Especially that last line. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dread Posted January 24, 2013 Report Share Posted January 24, 2013 Life is hard in the first world. Uhm...second world, you pinko limey. Socialized medicine and all... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stavros Posted January 24, 2013 Report Share Posted January 24, 2013 I have driven 930 miles on this trip so far, with at least 400 miles of it off the motorway through winding snowbound A roads. Only another 135 to go. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slothian Posted January 24, 2013 Report Share Posted January 24, 2013 Life is hard in the first world. Uhm...second world I find that ironic, coming from a Canadian! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dread Posted January 24, 2013 Report Share Posted January 24, 2013 Life is hard in the first world. Uhm...second world I find that ironic, coming from a Canadian! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dread Posted January 30, 2013 Report Share Posted January 30, 2013 "Did you have to pick such a stupid old book for us to read?" It's called The Crucible. It is a play, and it fucking rocks. Oh yeah, and FUUUUUUCK you! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Molly Posted January 30, 2013 Report Share Posted January 30, 2013 "Arthur Miller nailed Marylin Monroe. If you can top that, I'll reconsider it." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dread Posted January 30, 2013 Report Share Posted January 30, 2013 Yeah, I used the same argument on a male student a few years ago. Worked like a charm. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KnightWing Posted January 30, 2013 Report Share Posted January 30, 2013 He shoulda countered with "Who the fuck DIDN'T nail Marilyn Monroe?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dread Posted January 30, 2013 Report Share Posted January 30, 2013 Y'know, for someone who didn't leave her house a lot, people sure think she fucked everything in sight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dan Posted February 8, 2013 Report Share Posted February 8, 2013 The Snowpocalypse is descending upon New England right now. Anyone want to come over and walk my dog for me? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 11, 2013 Report Share Posted February 11, 2013 To people in relationships: you don't get to complain about how much you hate Valentine's Day. You just don't. Hating Valentine's Day is something lonely people do. So shut the bloody fuck up. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stavros Posted February 12, 2013 Report Share Posted February 12, 2013 Agreed, he's the Patron saint of awkwardness. I'm back to scotland again tomorrow. And next week. Absolutly fucking sick of it. My boss asked me if I want to stay on yesterday and i basically told him I hate working here and in a year I'd be happier working in Starbucks than still being here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dan Posted February 12, 2013 Report Share Posted February 12, 2013 The city parking ban is still in effect, meaning I essentially can't move my car or I won't be able to park when I get home (there are three cars to every legal available space in Boston until the ban is lifted), so I've had to take the T to work. Normally, not a huge deal. However, the snow is melting rapidly, which means the sidewalks are sheets of ice. The four block walk to the T station, which is normally so benign as to barely merit thinking about, is a hilly, death-riddled skating rink. I fell three times this morning; twice I managed to kinda throw myself into a snowbank, so no harm done, but the last time I came down on my knee, HARD. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slothian Posted February 12, 2013 Report Share Posted February 12, 2013 Agreed, he's the Patron saint of awkwardness. I'm back to scotland again tomorrow. And next week. Absolutly fucking sick of it. My boss asked me if I want to stay on yesterday and i basically told him I hate working here and in a year I'd be happier working in Starbucks than still being here. Well, if you're swinging by Newcastle en route, I can lend you my shoulder to weep on! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slothian Posted February 12, 2013 Report Share Posted February 12, 2013 To people in relationships: you don't get to complain about how much you hate Valentine's Day. You just don't. Hating Valentine's Day is something lonely people do. So shut the bloody fuck up. Also this. I've been in a relationship precisely once during Valentine's Day, and even that year, we just went to a pub together rather than doing anything fancy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stavros Posted February 12, 2013 Report Share Posted February 12, 2013 Agreed, he's the Patron saint of awkwardness. I'm back to scotland again tomorrow. And next week. Absolutly fucking sick of it. My boss asked me if I want to stay on yesterday and i basically told him I hate working here and in a year I'd be happier working in Starbucks than still being here. Well, if you're swinging by Newcastle en route, I can lend you my shoulder to weep on! Alas, I'm headed back down the other side of the country. If I had time I'd say next week but I'm trying to get back to Bristol so Chris and I can go to Dragon Gate on Friday. No fear, I'll give you a shout next time I'm staying up that way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KnightWing Posted February 27, 2013 Report Share Posted February 27, 2013 So, about twenty minutes ago, I was sitting in my English class. We were about to examine a couple of Shakespearean sonnets when my teacher asked us what the definition of a sonnet was. A few of us started to provide definitions based on what we'd read ("well, it's a fourteen-line alternating...") when our teacher interrupted and basically told us that there was no reason for us to try to "figure out" or "guess" the definition of a sonnet when we could have looked up the literal definition in a dictionary or literary textbook. Now, we'd already read several in-depth academic analyses of sonnets and annotated the two sonnets we'd been assigned, noting length, rhyming scheme, and meter. But since no one in the class (a class of about 25-30) had actually looked up the literal definition and written it down prior to coming to class, my teacher said, "If you're not willing to work, drop the class. You can take your stuff and go." He hadn't even told us that finding a textbook definition was something we needed to do as part of our research; we haven't had to do that before whenever we examined sestinas and villanelles. And this is from a teacher who's consistently late to his own class and forgets to bring important handouts and graded papers to us. It's getting increasingly hard to respect him. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Molly Posted March 7, 2013 Report Share Posted March 7, 2013 In preparation for my upcoming son or daughter, I had to take down my action figure collection. ...This bothers me more than it has any right to. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Molly Posted March 7, 2013 Report Share Posted March 7, 2013 Also, I see the irony in a grown man taking down his display of children's toys in preparation for a child. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stavros Posted March 7, 2013 Report Share Posted March 7, 2013 "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things." Of course in my head that's because you want to get them back out when your kid is the right age. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Molly Posted March 7, 2013 Report Share Posted March 7, 2013 ...Both thing are entirely accurate. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KnightWing Posted March 7, 2013 Report Share Posted March 7, 2013 Put them on high shelves? That's what I always do. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stavros Posted March 11, 2013 Report Share Posted March 11, 2013 Wish my boss would bugger off out of the office. He's been threatening to all morning but he's still sat there. I just want to sit at my desk and watch Young Justice for 20 minutes but no, I don't get a sodding break because he's still here. By the time he goes everyone else will be back and I'm not going to be able to relax at all today. Definitely a first world problem. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Venneh Posted March 16, 2013 Report Share Posted March 16, 2013 Hey, parents who take public transport. When the bus driver is asking you to please break down your stroller so other people can make room (especially when your purse is taking up a seat by itself, and your stroller is taking up three spaces), you do have to break it down. Trust me, it's in the bus rules. I've seen drivers call police on people for not complying. And yes, your stroller can be broken down. I know that model, I've seen it done. And trust me, everyone on that bus will hate you that much less, especially when we're all crammed together and some of us are carrying several bags of groceries while your purse and stroller are taking up real estate. In other minor annoyances, the tickets for the WI Film Festival's showing of Much Ado About Nothing sold out in less than 20 minutes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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