WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
Also fuck my random-ass sleep behavior I had three night terrors last night (wake up screaming and panicked) and then a couple of actual bad stressful dreams. I'm exhausted and the coffee isn't helping so I'll probably have some lunch and try to go back to bed.
I managed keep from snorting with laughter until "OoooOooOoO double ghost" and then I just lost it
Before following any advice, opinions, or thoughts I may have expressed in the above post, be warned: I found Keven Costners "Waterworld" to be a very entertaining film.
I kind of egged him on a bit at first, because I didn't think he was serious, then he started texting her telling her she was a bitch and he was going to kill me. Thats when I started being very honest and not dumb.
Day after this he texts her asking if she wants to come over at watch the Walking Dead tonight, which she declined on, and said to never talk to her again. Thats why he went into her work today, I guess to apologize? But she wasn't having it so he screamed at her and threatened to beat her up in front of about a hundred people.
Seriously, if you want to be a dick over Facebook, fine whatever, but don't embaress someone like that and fuck you for being such a dick.
I'm not entirely sure why you even bothered to respond. Both of you should block him online and she should block him on your phone.
And she should talk to HR or security and see what she can do to keep him from the building.
Yeah this is what is happening, shes going to call me later about the work stuff. hes blocked on both our facebooks now, and she is seeing what she can do to block his number on her super old phone. I only began responding because this started with him commenting on a picture I took and tagged her in, and we were all joking around so I thought at first he was trying to be funny or something. Nope. He was not.
Oh and according to his roommate (who is actually friends with my girlfriend) he trashed the apartment, punched a hole in the wall, and was texting him all night asking for him to bring the car back so he could "wupp some ass"
He might be getting kicked out of said apartment. Oh and best part? I won't include a picture of him because that would be too far, but this is a person who literally got the words "I SUCK AT LIFE" tattooed on his arms.
So why haven't you already called the police telling them he threatened to kill you?
I have had something like this happen in the past. According to my local police at the time there is nothing they can do about a threat on the internet. But if he ever comes around physically this can be part of evidence against him and I could easily get him arrested.
So why haven't you already called the police telling them he threatened to kill you?
I have had something like this happen in the past. According to my local police at the time there is nothing they can do about a threat on the internet. But if he ever comes around physically this can be part of evidence against him and I could easily get him arrested.
but like, he went to her work physically after saying all that and threatened her too, does she just not want to get the police involved or?
Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
Some drunk fuckhead talking shit on Facebook?
Hilarious.
Same piece of shit showing up at her work?
Not funny at all.
Get a restraining order now. Tell the police about the threats he's made, show them the transcripts of any conversations in which threats were made, let them know about him showing up at her work.
also AutoCAD. Be more inscrutable and unintuitive why don't you
the hell
get away from that Monroe
come now
why would you do that to yourself
go law something
(wait you're a lawyer right)
I am trying to evaluate whether I actually hated law school and new york and all the jobs I had therein or was just brain problemsing all over the place
the job market is legitimately utter shit, though, just ask @crwth or really any other forumer with a law degree who isn't that one guy who went to University of Chicago.
but right now I am horribly underemployed at a solar developer doing basically support work. On the plus side, even if I remain underemployed for a while, (there's a lot of opportunity for advancement given that the company is exploding in size right now) their 100% employer contribution health insurance program for me and my wife kicks in December 16 at which point I'll even take like 30k just to be out from under the 1/4 of my income going to therapy burden and the constant anxiety that Meghan has a relapse and then whoops we're bankrupt and homeless.
You don't get to call me at 7 PM while I'm out of town and drunk and get pissy when I can't come in at 11 PM the same night, when I wasn't actually supposed to work until Friday
Most of the time I'm asked to come in without much notice I say no only because I don't want the management to think they can count on me to bend over backwards like I used to do at my old jobs.
It was an extra-fuck-no for me because I know the only reason I would come in that suddenly for an 11-7 is that the normal 11-7 guy for weekdays is too busy getting drunk at Hooters
My cousin who worked overnights at Walmart once went through all the steps and the system to get a few days off for a road trip, and still had the manager try and yank him into work a few times.
I have always been the guy who goes in. It has been awful. Hell even my old job keeps calling me like 3 times a week trying to get me to come in
You learn eventually.
I used to go the extra mile or 10 every time any of my bosses asked. The result was that none of the higher-ups appreciated it or respected me and the one time I actually worked out half a day off to attend my grandparent's 50th anniversary my manager wanted to fire me over it. That was also the first time I dressed-down an authority figure and my first time quitting a job in anger.
Now I tend to get along pretty well with my bosses.
My cousin who worked overnights at Walmart once went through all the steps and the system to get a few days off for a road trip, and still had the manager try and yank him into work a few times.
I did the same at my security job. Asked for the time off for my graduation, put the request in, juggled shifts to cover and have time off to spend time with the family that's coming up to visit. Friday rolls around and I'm at the theater for my graduation. (Normally, I'd be going in for Graveyard shift Friday night.)
"Hey Noc, I need you-"
"Fuck no."
"Excuse me?"
"Fuck. No. I asked for this day off 3 weeks ago, I juggled shifts to have this night off, I'm graduating in 3 hours, I've got family visiting and I am NOT coming in tonight. Put me down as a no show, fire me if you have to, but I am NOT FUCKING CANCELLING MY GRADUATION PLANS FOR A $10 AN HOUR POST."
"Lemme get back to you..."
Luckily, HIS boss agreed with me since I had the paper trail to back it up.
I will conceed to being the bigger man and stepping aside and allowing you to date her,
"...allowing you to date her"
Me: Aw, hell naw
...
Sorry, that made me really angry and I wanted to vent.
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valhalla13013 Dark Shield Perceives the GodsRegistered Userregular
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Okay, so wisdom teeth...
I get to Korea. Brand new Private First Class. "Hasty! You need to go get your wisdom teeth out."
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Okay, sergeant. Take the bus for thirty minutes from Camp Hovey to Camp Casey. Walk a mile to the dental office. They put me in the chair and start. Now... I have nothing against women. I love 'em. I think they're the bee's knees. But when the woman involved is going to be yanking teeth out of my head, and she's about 4'5", is an Army medical officer with a good amount of plumpness to her, (not in a bad way, she was attractive) and her muscle tone doesn't appear to be all that, I get worried.
So I get a shot. One shot. And this lieutenant decides to start on my upper left wisdom tooth. She's pulling, and she's yanking, and I can feel every second of it. I finally have to stop her and request more anesthesia. So she gives me another shot.
I feel I should explain a little here. The roots on my wisdom teeth pull some kind of Matrix shit and were curved around my jawbone, even digging into it, in an attempt to dodge something or other. But those suckers were in tight.
There are pieces of tooth coming off the top tooth now, and it's loose, but she cannot pull it. She finally decides the bottom teeth are worse off, so she better concentrate on those. Now... it's been an hour. And I've had about 5 shots of novacaine. I am not feeling well, but I'm a soldier, a new one, with lots to prove, so I'm trying to, uh, soldier on. She begins on the bottom left tooth, and begins yanking on it with her pliers. No go. That one is dug in worse than the first. More shots of novacaine, more yanking, more pain, and I'm about ready to just get up and leave, fuck the consequences, and she threatens me with some kind of UCMJ action. Which... I didn't know if medical officers could do, so I shut up. I wasn't mean to her, I promise, but I was hurting.
So she decides to go get another dentist to come help her, and this wiry guy, who was barely taller than her comes on, and he's a captain. I think, oh good, maybe he has a little more experience. He starts doing the same thing. Then they decide to break out the drill and say fuck it, and start drilling my tooth into oblivion. They cut away part of my lower jawbone. I've had about 10 (I think) shots of novacaine, and I am drooling blood everywhere. They finally finish cutting it all out (HA!) and decide to let me go. It's been three hours, and I think they felt sorry for me. My upper left tooth was still in my head, but wobbly as all get out, and they just flat out ignored the other side.
I get a prescription for Tylenol 3 with codeine, and get to go stand in line at the drugs counter with gauze all in my mouth and barely able to think straight from all the shots of novacaine. I cannot talk. I get my rx, and get the ride the bus back to the barracks to half an hour, barely able to stand. Then I have to report to my sergeant, let them know what happen, while still barely able to think straight, and they let me go to bed. I woke up occasionally to take a pill when I have to, but I cannot think straight. My head hurts like crazy, and I cannot stay awake.
Two days later, I've got an infection, because they gave me nothing to prevent it. So I had to go back, and squirm while they shoved gauze soaked in medicine into the hole they had created in my gum and jaw. And got an rx for some antibiotics. I could not eat solid food for about 4 weeks. The upper right tooth stayed loose for about 6 weeks, and to top it off, after the first few days, the platoon command structure thought I was shirking because of it all.
Now, when I transitioned to Ft Benning the next year, I had to go get the remaining 3 taken out, and a certain Colonel Bass rummaged around in my mouth for about 45 minutes, then said "Okay." I asked him politely when we were going to get the other two teeth, and he said "Oh, no. I go them all."
I was eating solid food that night, and doing PT that next Monday, and it was great. I love Colonel Bass.
But I still don't like dentist and avoid going to them any more than I have to.
I am flipping this Friday the bird and shaking my cute ass in its face because now all the members of my immediate family know I am genderqueer as hell and I am gonna go to my therapist tomorrow and start looking at resources to learn more about HRT to see if it's right for me and then go dance and drink fine wine.
valhalla13013 Dark Shield Perceives the GodsRegistered Userregular
Oh, and I forgot to mention the part where I had tiny slivers of tooth coming out thru my gum for weeks after. I got to the point where it would wake me up, and I'd just go in the latrine and pull them on through with tweezers.
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I Win Swordfightsall the traits of greatnessstarlight at my feetRegistered Userregular
thanks for that
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
I had my wisdoms out in Korea but it was at some camp north of Casey because I was at Greaves. I forget the name of it.
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And she should talk to HR or security and see what she can do to keep him from the building.
Middle School Sucked.
Are you still in Jr. High? Bro?
Day after this he texts her asking if she wants to come over at watch the Walking Dead tonight, which she declined on, and said to never talk to her again. Thats why he went into her work today, I guess to apologize? But she wasn't having it so he screamed at her and threatened to beat her up in front of about a hundred people.
Seriously, if you want to be a dick over Facebook, fine whatever, but don't embaress someone like that and fuck you for being such a dick.
Yeah this is what is happening, shes going to call me later about the work stuff. hes blocked on both our facebooks now, and she is seeing what she can do to block his number on her super old phone. I only began responding because this started with him commenting on a picture I took and tagged her in, and we were all joking around so I thought at first he was trying to be funny or something. Nope. He was not.
He might be getting kicked out of said apartment. Oh and best part? I won't include a picture of him because that would be too far, but this is a person who literally got the words "I SUCK AT LIFE" tattooed on his arms.
I have had something like this happen in the past. According to my local police at the time there is nothing they can do about a threat on the internet. But if he ever comes around physically this can be part of evidence against him and I could easily get him arrested.
Well I'd at least give someone you know whose not involved some info, just in case you wind up in a ditch somewhere.
Your all my friends!
right?
Your gay.
but like, he went to her work physically after saying all that and threatened her too, does she just not want to get the police involved or?
don't bring my gay into this
Hilarious.
Same piece of shit showing up at her work?
Not funny at all.
Get a restraining order now. Tell the police about the threats he's made, show them the transcripts of any conversations in which threats were made, let them know about him showing up at her work.
Bryan is out of the ICU!!!
Don't look at me cross-eyed, Wednesday! You look at me straight-up-and-down, six-o'-clock, suckah!
I seen your mom, Tuesday, watching me as she drives past! Don't cross this, I'll be your stepdad by the weekend!
I am trying to evaluate whether I actually hated law school and new york and all the jobs I had therein or was just brain problemsing all over the place
the job market is legitimately utter shit, though, just ask @crwth or really any other forumer with a law degree who isn't that one guy who went to University of Chicago.
but right now I am horribly underemployed at a solar developer doing basically support work. On the plus side, even if I remain underemployed for a while, (there's a lot of opportunity for advancement given that the company is exploding in size right now) their 100% employer contribution health insurance program for me and my wife kicks in December 16 at which point I'll even take like 30k just to be out from under the 1/4 of my income going to therapy burden and the constant anxiety that Meghan has a relapse and then whoops we're bankrupt and homeless.
You don't get to call me at 7 PM while I'm out of town and drunk and get pissy when I can't come in at 11 PM the same night, when I wasn't actually supposed to work until Friday
You learn eventually.
I used to go the extra mile or 10 every time any of my bosses asked. The result was that none of the higher-ups appreciated it or respected me and the one time I actually worked out half a day off to attend my grandparent's 50th anniversary my manager wanted to fire me over it. That was also the first time I dressed-down an authority figure and my first time quitting a job in anger.
Now I tend to get along pretty well with my bosses.
I did the same at my security job. Asked for the time off for my graduation, put the request in, juggled shifts to cover and have time off to spend time with the family that's coming up to visit. Friday rolls around and I'm at the theater for my graduation. (Normally, I'd be going in for Graveyard shift Friday night.)
"Hey Noc, I need you-"
"Fuck no."
"Excuse me?"
"Fuck. No. I asked for this day off 3 weeks ago, I juggled shifts to have this night off, I'm graduating in 3 hours, I've got family visiting and I am NOT coming in tonight. Put me down as a no show, fire me if you have to, but I am NOT FUCKING CANCELLING MY GRADUATION PLANS FOR A $10 AN HOUR POST."
"Lemme get back to you..."
Luckily, HIS boss agreed with me since I had the paper trail to back it up.
Me: Aw, hell naw
...
Sorry, that made me really angry and I wanted to vent.
I get to Korea. Brand new Private First Class. "Hasty! You need to go get your wisdom teeth out."
spoilered for length:
So I get a shot. One shot. And this lieutenant decides to start on my upper left wisdom tooth. She's pulling, and she's yanking, and I can feel every second of it. I finally have to stop her and request more anesthesia. So she gives me another shot.
I feel I should explain a little here. The roots on my wisdom teeth pull some kind of Matrix shit and were curved around my jawbone, even digging into it, in an attempt to dodge something or other. But those suckers were in tight.
There are pieces of tooth coming off the top tooth now, and it's loose, but she cannot pull it. She finally decides the bottom teeth are worse off, so she better concentrate on those. Now... it's been an hour. And I've had about 5 shots of novacaine. I am not feeling well, but I'm a soldier, a new one, with lots to prove, so I'm trying to, uh, soldier on. She begins on the bottom left tooth, and begins yanking on it with her pliers. No go. That one is dug in worse than the first. More shots of novacaine, more yanking, more pain, and I'm about ready to just get up and leave, fuck the consequences, and she threatens me with some kind of UCMJ action. Which... I didn't know if medical officers could do, so I shut up. I wasn't mean to her, I promise, but I was hurting.
So she decides to go get another dentist to come help her, and this wiry guy, who was barely taller than her comes on, and he's a captain. I think, oh good, maybe he has a little more experience. He starts doing the same thing. Then they decide to break out the drill and say fuck it, and start drilling my tooth into oblivion. They cut away part of my lower jawbone. I've had about 10 (I think) shots of novacaine, and I am drooling blood everywhere. They finally finish cutting it all out (HA!) and decide to let me go. It's been three hours, and I think they felt sorry for me. My upper left tooth was still in my head, but wobbly as all get out, and they just flat out ignored the other side.
I get a prescription for Tylenol 3 with codeine, and get to go stand in line at the drugs counter with gauze all in my mouth and barely able to think straight from all the shots of novacaine. I cannot talk. I get my rx, and get the ride the bus back to the barracks to half an hour, barely able to stand. Then I have to report to my sergeant, let them know what happen, while still barely able to think straight, and they let me go to bed. I woke up occasionally to take a pill when I have to, but I cannot think straight. My head hurts like crazy, and I cannot stay awake.
Two days later, I've got an infection, because they gave me nothing to prevent it. So I had to go back, and squirm while they shoved gauze soaked in medicine into the hole they had created in my gum and jaw. And got an rx for some antibiotics. I could not eat solid food for about 4 weeks. The upper right tooth stayed loose for about 6 weeks, and to top it off, after the first few days, the platoon command structure thought I was shirking because of it all.
Now, when I transitioned to Ft Benning the next year, I had to go get the remaining 3 taken out, and a certain Colonel Bass rummaged around in my mouth for about 45 minutes, then said "Okay." I asked him politely when we were going to get the other two teeth, and he said "Oh, no. I go them all."
I was eating solid food that night, and doing PT that next Monday, and it was great. I love Colonel Bass.
But I still don't like dentist and avoid going to them any more than I have to.
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