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Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
Turns out the company has moved shutting my partner's particular station down but they're laying off tons of staff. They have (finally) reassured Collin that he won't loose his job. He's looking for another job anyway, but it's slow-going.
"To be awkward or unkempt, to talk or move wrongly is to be a dangerous giant, a destroyer of worlds...any accurately improper move can poke through the thin sleeve of immediate reality." - Erving Goffman
The fact that the advisers for my major were not taught how the gen ed reqs work, so I had to go across campus to find a different adviser to help me figure that out.
Speaking of gen ed, the fact that I'm going from a Florida state college where I got my AA to a Florida state university when they're literally -required- to accept my AA courses, and yet I haven't done all of the gen ed requirements for the uni. They should be the same between the institutions and, if not, the state college should be aware of the uni's so they could inform me of it and I could have used my electives to complete them.
EDIT: My math teacher emailed me and said if I did some homework that I previously didn't do because I missed all the classes from the ECT stuff that I'd bring my math grade up to an A, so yesterday Momma and I spent several hours trying to figure it all out, and stressed me so much trying to do that and not scream at my 3 year old nephew for being a 3 year old boy that I ended up crying/laughing and then sobbing at Ansnom as I had a nervous breakdown.
While I acknowledge that the way I communicated was problematic, I feel like some context would help to understand why I acted the way I did. We get 3-4 flyers per week and they stop by 1-2 times per week to - what is the term? minister?- to us. I've asked the people stopping by to stop as it makes me feel uncomfortable. It hadn't stopped at all. It was so exhausting. We're starting to feel uncomfortable about it. I took all of my frustration out on her and I realize how that is problematic. Upside: since then we haven't gotten a single flyer at all and they haven't stopped by. I think if it happens again, I'm going to do as Mariena suggested and just go to the church to insist they stop dropping by.
"To be awkward or unkempt, to talk or move wrongly is to be a dangerous giant, a destroyer of worlds...any accurately improper move can poke through the thin sleeve of immediate reality." - Erving Goffman
Two months ago we told Ansnom's boss that we were moving to Gainesville in December and he needed a transfer to a store out there. She said that wouldn't be a problem at all and so we were happy and not worried. We then rented the apartment in mid-November so we'd have it when he got transferred (they were difficult apartments to get because they're owned by the school and really cheap). And we heard nothing. And we heard nothing. And we heard nothing. Come December, he sends his boss an email saying we just paid our second month's rent on an apartment we're not living in and still nothing. So we decide to go this weekend to the local lighted boat parade; I grew up and never went, so I got really excited. Yesterday he gets a message that his boss called for him and it's "imperative" he call her back - this is the same day that Ans got into it with a customer, so he comes home saying he's getting fired. I am displeased. After several calls, he finally gets ahold of his boss, who says she's got the transfer worked out!!!! He starts Monday. So we're moving this weekend. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth I know, and the timing is great on this since today is my last day of work, but... I was really excited about this boat parade! : <
@Valenae find out where they live and give them pamphlets on science, and how it "saves lives".
In all seriousness contact their church and say to stop, it is the polite way to go about it and if that fails use the latter tactic. >.>
Abhorash says, "Ve'kahi has proved that even bastards can earn their place."
Wait... maybe this should be a love?
Then I got stalked on the way home and now I feel a little vulnerable and shattered. Emotions are strange things.
[spoiler] Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket
Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The
occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife
Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer. The effects of the
Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant,
allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA
batteries in the darn thing and pushed the but ton.
Nothing!
I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a
metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between
the prongs. AWESOME!!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with
only two triple-A batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading
the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought
better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect
herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I
wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on
the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another. The directions said that a
one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed
to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would
purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than
three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device
measuring about 5' long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with
two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!' What happened next is
almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...?
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it
dipsh!t,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ol' thing couldn't hurt all that bad.
I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked
thigh, pushed the button, and . . . HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . .WEAPONS OF MASS
DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!
I'm pretty sure The Hulk ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body
slammed me on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side
in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles
nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling
in my legs?
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame
hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body
flopping all over the living room.
Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution: there is no
such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is
dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would
be considered conservative?
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my
wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were
on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where
it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it
had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the
drooling. Apparently I shit myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was
gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I'm still
looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it! [/spoiler]