That Moment...

No you're not. Just sit down somewhere, close your eyes and focus on your breathing. If you have a paper bag, that can be useful to breathe in and out of. You'll hear how fast your breath is, and can work on getting a slow casual crinkle in and out. You'll be ok. Anxiety hasn't killed you yet, so your track record is good.

Alternatively, stroke Whisper or Puffy. I think they say cats are better, but either can help.

 

I did the dishes, cause doing something constructive and
mindless seems to help.

 

Power tools! Power tools always relax me. Or fire! Fire works too.

 

If it makes it easier assuming the names Spanish it should be pronounced "hay-SOOS". Free to tell him to naff off.

I mean I understand how it`s hard on a family but like I can definitely feel for him after witsensing something horrific like that. Less an inadvertent asshole more a tragic scenario on many sides with effects that stretch over the years.

TMW you kinda end up with an inadvertent birthday week. Paid holiday Monday, off Tuesday, big surprise breakfast and cake meeting at work today, off on my actual birthday, and just whatever the leftover days entail.

Been a weird month but a good week. May actually end up wrapping it on a productive note.

 

Yeah, of course I know that Jesus is a very common Spanish name. It's just that it was quite funny, coming the way it did.

The situation STILL isn't resolved, by the way. Amazon's online help (which used to be really effective, say, ten years ago) has deteriorated into overseas call-centre nonsense, where the helpers spout smarmy apologies coupled with formulaic and word-triggered 'solutions' at you—change your browser, change your socks, use another machine, unplug your machine, go to a neighbour, sign out and sign back in, etc ...which makes lots of sense when the issue is that your Amazon password isn't working (!) nor are the frequent re-sets which you've already enacted, as instructed. (Three changes in one day seems enough to indicate that a change of password isn't going to solve the problem.)

The minute you say no, I'm not changing my browser again (it didn't work when your colleague suggested it), or my socks either, and I'm not going to buy another computer as this one works fine on every site but yours, then they pass you on to somebody else who tells you the same thing. rinse/repeat. Their goal doesn't seem to be solving your problem, but rather to make you give up and go away.

 

But not in combination I hope.

 

I suspect "witsensing" is a typo but it would be a damned good new word, meaning, maybe, "carefully observing."

 

He looks like he smells of really, really bad Stilton. And is permanently wet somewhere.

 

I‘m a little bit off topic, but still: Happy Birthday (hope I‘m not too early)!

 

An excellent tip. I will keep it in mind, if today comes and goes and I don't get anywhere.

 

TMW you misread a label as fuckthorn oil (aka buckthorn oil).

And

TMW you see a guy so smashed, he's barely able to stand upright at a road crossing.

 

It was a typo but now I want to try and invent that word.

Thank you, you're not to early. It`s tomorrow, but it`s always better to be early. That`s what I always say....mostly because if I`m not early I`m late. I have no middle ground.

Enough to make my wallet shiver in fear....and hardly enough to dent his. His wealth is fucking insane.

 

That awesome moment when you sit with a guest for almost an hour trying to figure out how to print from his smartphone (file was password protected and despite changing his password, DID NOT FRIGGIN WORK), and just when you're about to give up, IT WORKS!

I feel like some sort of genius!
like, i get the idea behind having PDFs with sensitive information password protected.... by why make the process super complicated??? even the guy was miffed!

anyways, imma ride this high till closing

 

That moment when you almost drop a 400 dollar scanner at work because the absolutely gloriously bearded guy you find hella attractive is coming back from lunch and smiles and waves at you when you say hello.

Jesus fuckin' wept, I was the color of my cardigan. Bright, bright red.

And I wanna touch his beard. Seriously. In the least creepy way possible, which I KNOW. the whole thing is creepy.

 

TMW the little almost-nephew is almost in tears because you're heading out tomorrow. Poor little schmuck, he'll be old enough to start learning to drive next time I blow through town.

Spoiler

It's okay to teach an 11 year old to drive, right?

 

Spoiler

absolutely

 

Man, you gotta avoid those when picking for fuckberry pie. Getting pricked by those is itchy as fuck, but the oil numbs it right down. What's up with that?

Spoiler

Blindfolded? Fukk-kyeah!

 

Spoiler

Me or him?

 

TMW you sit down after a workout, with a tall glass of cold water, and your lovebird flits onto the edge of the glass, takes a drink, and proceeds to give himself and everything within a foot, a nice shower.

 

This reminds me of the fairytale „The Frog King“, though they never mentioned his table manners .