That Moment...

I hear "Zerotonin" is the new cool thing that all the kids are naming themselves.

 

I've referred to a random word generator again, and am considering 'mystery portrait'.

 

TMW... you want to kick someone at corporate's head in, but not sure whose.

So, we switched Rx Labels, Okay... they supplied us with some boxes, Nice... okay... We are getting a bit low, better order...Okay... Order Number doesn't work, call other pharmacy to get new number.... ordered 8 Boxes.... okay.... now we are down to our last ream... but it's delivery day and it should have come..... Right! Nope... nope... didn't get any boxes. I got other things I ordered... but not the most vital thing.... resubmit order to the maximum number I could order 16 (which did take this time) called to get emergency boxes... learn that Warehouse is out of stock of Rx Labels...

You know... Rx Labels... those little pesky things wrapped around your vials, that tell you what you are taking and how to take it... you know, the thing with a bar code we need to scan... but who the fuck needs that, right. So They will send us 3 boxes in 3 business days... so that's about five with weekend days.... No bueno. Call around, managed to get three boxes to hold us over it we get emergency and God Willing when delivery comes, their will be 16 boxes of Rx labels waiting for me.

Will I be ordering more in the future, and over stocking to make sure I have them, fuck yes... because someone fucked up at corporate and we almost paid the price for their incompetence... they rolled out the labels to early, when it was suppose to begin later this month... I don't know... all I know is... someone is getting their ass kicked.

Also, Fuck Retail.

 

TMW you hear that a person you know's daughter died suddenly, and you don't know what to say.

 

TMW you find a funny and creepy card design, and plan to try and make it...but have no clue how to do it!

 

Pupsicle?

 

TMW... when you want to share a book you wrote in 2012 with a Word count of 116402, but are fully aware that it needs to be rewritten once again and updated using it's own in world lore/concepts and alter the backstory of the MC. Plus some other things that may or may not exist if the Lore/Concepts are implemented. Maybe a few select few of you might get to read the awfulness of this 2nd draft. and maybe give me some good feed back.

 

Yes. I'll have a look.

 

TMW it's afternoon, you're on the train ride home with a hangover from hell, probably looking like a zombie, and some dude decides you're the perfect choice for smalltalk about the train noise. Then just keeps staring at you when you don't react.

 

I always say, "I don't know what to say, but if you need me, I'm here." ETA: Or sometimes I say it and ask what I can do. The words themselves don't matter. The knowing you're there for them does.

 

That moment when you've submitted the grades for the semester. I can't be at all specific, or even general, but there are always pleasant and unpleasant surprises when everything's added up.

I did my best.

 

That moment when you've accidentally turned your mum into a hippy.

 

TMW your bank informs you how many years, months and days you have been a customer!

 

TMW you start worrying that you may be alienating your beloved by keep on bitching about the incompetence of Paypal...

 

TMW the self-defense instructor wants you to shout threatening stuff at your partner and suddenly having a gun put to your head isn't the most uncomfortable thing during that lesson anymore.

 

Awkward....

 

That moment you realize you spend too much time on discord and delete the app...hoping you won’t reinstall 30 mins later...for the second time.

 

I find deleting apps because you "spend too much time" isn't usually helpful. Either you're spending an okay amount of time on it, or you should get into the habit of using it less. But you display clear indications of someone who probably won't quit altogether and you don't need to do that.

 

Oh, no intentions to quit. I just need a few days break. I want to write in my journal instead.

 

TMW you realize your anxiety had pretty much...dissipated. You're not afraid anymore.

 

welcome to the pod!

 

I once arranged a Krav Maga class for my colleagues. Thought it'd be fun and exciting as I'd always had a great time. My gym didn't host one-off lessons, so I booked it in another martial arts club that I had heard good things about.

I think the "shouting threatening stuff at each other" part wasn't the best of team-building exercises...
Also the instructor, while the main h2h combat trainer of the Finnish Police Forces, was also a raging racist with no muzzle, so...

My professional reputation was somewhat, if not ruined, at least altered afterwards. Though it wasn't quite as awkward as the time I convinced a colleague trampoline parks are awesome, and in 5 minutes she had already broken her foot. I think she still hates me. Trampoline parks are still awesome though!

 

Oh dear, remind me never to attend an activity arranged by you.
All in all, I'm really happy with the Krav Maga course I go to. No raging racists there, though it took me a while to convince the all-male group that I really don't need to be handled with kid gloves.
Your colleague has only herself to blame (or the trampoline) though. It's not like you tripped her... or did you?

 

I'm male, but when I was a member of the tae kwon do club in university, I had a blue belt (soo many different schools of tae kwon do out there, this was indicative of a couple years of training) refuse to no contact spar with me because I was a Marine. And a white or yellow (don't remember which) belt at the time.

 

Oh I know the feeling! KM was my first "martial art", and I quickly learned if I want to get the most out of it, I have to be treated there like I'd be treated on the street. Luckily I went with my hubby, so most of the time he was my partner so he knew how much strength and aggression to use without sending me to the hospital. But I understand the apprehension from men's side, especially when the woman is tiny and bird-boned.

Later I got interested in other sports, where sparring with men changes the game and oh, weight classes suddenly make sense, even among women.

Admit nothing, deny everything.

Honestly, I felt really bad. She'd just taken up taekwondo - of all sports! The irony that she'd then break her foot, so she can't really do anything there...