The Not Happy Thread

Not sure if this will help, but as someone who has had to get dental work done without any anesthetic whatsoever, the dead and panic you're feeling is probably worse than anything that will happen in that chair. To be perfectly honest, I actually preferred having cavities filled without freezing because then I don't feel nasty from the injection and I'm not chewing the inside of my face off accidentally for half the day.

 

You do whippets don't you?
Or in the very least, have a case of nitrous-oxyde
for a whip canister that you inhale from.

Guess I meet all the dick head oral people, that have the
bed side manner of a frying pan to the spleen.

 

I stayed up too late writing and am a zombie as a result. Normally that's fine, I can deal with it and it's worth it to get some work done, but today it meant that I got home from the grocery store, took off my shoes, and almost immediately realized that I'd forgotten something. Something that I needed today. In fact, something that was half of why I'd gone to the store in the first place.

 

At the beginning of the month, I quit my job, mostly due to the fact that my boss's checks weren't clearing at our bank. The last time I was paid, a senior teller gave me a look, you know the one that says man I'm sorry about your luck and said she'd push the check through. My boss couldn't cover two weeks pay, just over $650. I knew it was time to go. I talked to my employer Friday, and told her it had been three weeks, I needed to get the pay she owed me. She lied to me, told me she had already mailed it out. I finally got the check today, she mailed it Monday. Of all the things I could be angry about in dealing with this employer, it's what she wrote on the check that really p@$$es me off. In the corner, it reads, final pay-non productive. That tells me, that not only did she take credit with corporate for all the work that I did in the month I was there, that she bs'd my work record. It's like a punch in the gut after I brought her in thousands of dollars in policies. In the end, it doesn't matter because I know I don't have to deal with this woman ever again, but it's the thought that people get away with this kind of behavior. If she did it to me, I'm sure she did it to the other people before me, and after. It's just beyond ... UGH! /end rant.

 

I've just picked university choices. In case it works differently elsewhere in the world (don't know if it does), in the UK, you pick a firm choice and an insurance choice, and if you get the grades for your firm, you go there, and if you don't, you go to your insurance. This came as a shock to me, because I thought that if I got the grades for my firm, I could still choose between the two. I've had a lot of communication with one of my offers, so I found myself picturing myself as a student there a lot, but in the end, the other one won out. They were very evenly matched, so now I'm wondering if I shouldn't have picked the one I put for my insurance, because it had loads of great modules (as did the other one) and now I'm increasingly sure I should have put them as my firm (they had given me an unconditional, so that's fine). I felt like I was under a lot of pressure to make a big decision very quickly, and that I was rash to choose to pick my choices right away, rather than take the time to consider the new information. The more I think about it, the more certain I am that I've just made a huge mistake.

 

Technically this is a spoiler, but I'm not going to wrap it because it's useful.

There is nothing beyond credits in the credits of Ready Player One.

The whole theater sat through all the damn third assistant honeywagon driver bullshit, waiting and waiting, and then.... the lights came up.

Japanese people don't talk to strangers the way Americans do, but I heard comments of "Eh, honto?" ("Huh, really?") and "Bikkurishita" ("That's surprising") rippling through the theater at the end of the ten minutes of my life the moviemakers wasted.

That is all.

For this thread at least, I need sleep.

 

Glad you did good! Yeah, as @Carly Berg said, some gauze or cotton balls or something in the gap should help with the bleeding. When mine was pulled it took a couple of hours for the bleeding to stop, so you might want to avoid foods till then and for the next few days you might want to avoid alcohol, mouthwash and sharp foods like cereal, toast, or pretty much anything crunchy until it's had a chance to heal up some. Also, gargling with salt water is a pretty much the best way I've found to keep the gap clean until it heals over or you get a replacement. Good luck!

 

Easy man, those honeywagon drivers are my friends and neighbors! But I understand your frustration.

On the bright side, at least you don't have to go watch movies and TV shows you're not into to ooh and ahh over your bestie's credits as he/she moves up the ladder from third assistant.

 

My FMC goes to NYU, so I had to get the cost of tuition so I could do the 1980 math for a plot line.

Current cost of admission to NYU (New York University, @EstherMayRose ) is $24,000.00US per term, not including textbooks and misc. fees. It's actually
$23, 970-something but I rounded up because you know it will hit $24K before books.

I had to do some real juggling with the plot in order to make her able to attend at even 1980 prices. ($7,942.46 in 1980 dollars.)

 

Cost of school gets me sometimes. Luckily my school, which is a good school, runs less than $6k a semester.
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You all probably remember me bitching about the old bus driver for the Y.

Well...the new one is just as fussy and he's a preachy pescatarian who thinks all hunting is bad. He thought I was vegan because I won't eat fish (he thought he was a vegetarian even though he ate fish). He blames being pescatarian for his bad eating habits (his lack of knowledge regarding diet is the reason why he eats so bad).

Anway...he's a fuss bucket. Every day it's something negative and every single day he wants to talk the entire time we're waiting for the kids to get on the bus.

This is ridiculous.

 

"Honeywagon" is NewSpeak for the shit truck. Literally. If they're filming someplace without indoor plumbing, the honeywagon is the truck that comes and pumps out the portable toilets and takes the waste... somewhere? And yes, ever since the 90s or so, all jobs on a movie, even the honeywagon driver, get listed in the credits.

 

I should have said "native", not "prole".

 

Couldn't decide if I wanted to go to sleep or stay up all night and regret it.

Two shots of Nyquil later with 10% alcohol and a glass of wine, + some God-tier crackers? Off to bed I'll be going.

(and yes, I do actually have a cough)

I'm not particularly happy. I'm in one of those "I hate everything I write and I feel absolutely uninspired" slumps, which last... - well - when have I been in any other state regarding my writing?

 

The Glee version of "Greased Lightning" (yes, there is one, and yes, that is a Not Happy in itself) changes "pussy wagon" to "honeywagon" and now I'm laughing my arse off.

 

Same here. Ugly feeling, isn't it?

 

Urgh, why is the school WiFi always so shit at weekends?

 

It's like a water flow valve. Runs at the same volume every day, but when people have time to spend time with their SOs, the porn educational streaming video/TED Talks demand gets choked down, causing blowouts all over the system

 

Photography tutorials on YouTube. Most of them are all, "take pictures like Ansel Adams," then they proceed to take a few really bad pictures and spend hours photoshopping them so they look decent. Just a heads up, that's not how Ansel Adams took pictures.

 

Matthew Brady did drag corpses and the other detritus of war around to get the scenes that he wanted though, so vintage image tinkering is not totally without precedent.

 

Yeah, I'm actually not against Photoshop, but when click on a tutorial I would appreciate it if it actually told what it promised it was going to tell me, be it photography, Photoshop or corpse manipulation.