Wednesday B*TCHFest! Who's with me???
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"B*TCHFest" is provided as a public service to those of us who have gripes and grievances but who (whom?), for whatever reason, lack a regular forum in which to air them. You are welcome to voice any problems - large or small, important, mundane or ridiculous - that currently have your panties wadded, your shorts frosted and your gears ground. Don't hold them in and risk future medical issues, wrinkles and/or those pesky gray hairs.
ANY and ALL issues that are plaguing you are open for you to voice; there are no "sacred cows." They say that "feelings aren't facts", so if you're feeling it, it's legit to you. NO ONE is allowed to flame a poster for something he or she writes, however commiseration is not only welcomed but encouraged. Please, no personal attacks against other OH members (at least, not by name) and ABSOLUTELY NO SURGERY WARS!
I'll start you off with a few gripes of mine, and you all can join in at any time! No limits - come back as many times as you like!
WARNING! Adult content ahead! Posts may (and probably will) contain "adult" content and language. I know that MINE will. Rated TV-MA.
To offset the *****ing and moaning to follow, I'm gonna throw out an amusing pic of a car I saw yesterday in Fairfield. I'm just sorry I didn't get to meet the owner, since he/she likes his/her bacon the way I like mine. And no, bacon is NOT just for DSers.
I'm actually in a not-so-terribly-terrible mood today, but I AM tired, so my list should be fairly short. YOU, on the other hand, may feel free to rant until you feel better.
- My achy knees. Damn you, arthritis!
- My fat thighs. Damn your soul, cellulite!!!
- Passwords! WTF. Can't all the computer dweebs in this world decide, once and for all, on a standard for passwords? Why can't every damned site require the same NUMBER of characters at least? Every one has different rules and requirements.
- The cool weather is really enjoyable, but just serves to remind me that the long winter is right around the corner, bringing with it outrageous oil bills.
- November will be three years since I've had an actual, serious, steady job with bennies and perks. Again - wtf?? Tell me again how the recession is over.
- Another set of tires, another set of brakes, an oil change, $800. I can't put any more $ into this car, so now I have to go find a new one (or new-to-me one) and figure out how I'm going to pay for the ******g thing.
Oh, that's it for now. Your turn. Have at it! ***** away!!!
VSG on 08/28/17
I work in a Los Angeles law firm and we have this one guy who rides his bike into work everyday from Glendale (quite a long ride). It's just gross the way he comes into the front office in his bike clothes, covered from head to toe in sweat and stinks too. I just think it doesn't look right for the guy to come into the office looking like he just got off the Tour de France! Then, what really grosses me out is that he changes into his office attire covered in sweat. ICK!! People here are getting turn off by his BO. Some of the secretaries follow behind him spraying a can of air freshener. I wish mangement would address this issue with him.