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Community => The Lounge => Topic started by: Jebediah on November 01, 2012, 11:34:00 pm
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I love telling stories about the things that go on in my day to day life. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like I have a pretty interesting life. A lot of the time I’ll want to make a post on here about some of the stuff, but there isn't really a thread to put it in. Sometimes I just throw it in the Things That Annoy You thread or the Anything Good Happen Today? thread. But sometimes they just don’t fit anywhere.
This is that thread.
So this is what happened to me today.
I have this stethoscope and it came with three different size ear pieces. You can screw them on and off, and they are constantly falling off. Constantly. They won't stay tight and every time I move, they go flying.
A few weeks ago I lost one. I couldn't find it anywhere, so I just put one of my extras on.
One fell off again today. I was at school and class had just ended and when I stood up, I saw the ear piece sitting on my coat. I was all annoyed that it had fallen off again, and I put it in my pocket to put on later.
So when I got home I pulled my stethoscope out of my backpack so I could put the ear piece back on.
But the stethoscope wasn't missing one.
Both were still screwed on tight.
Seriously. I think this is the missing ear piece from like a month ago. It literally appeared out of thin air.
So anyhow, tell me about your interesting lives.
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It was a gift from the aliens that watch you.
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My life is rather boring and mostly filled with me trying my hardest not to fall asleep in class and trying to get ready for collage goddess I hate being in high school.
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I decided to cook outside today, since Ka and I are the only ones here today, aside from two guests, one who's gonna be here for a day or two more, so I had ta cook for him, too. No big bother, besides, I love cooking!
Anywho, I made burgers and cooked up a big-ass steak I found in the freezer, the latter of which I cut into 3 bits and we shared. Well, while waiting for das meat to cook (I've become pretty comfortable cooking meat, so I'm not watching it constantly), I decided to entertain my brother, who's window is open on cool nights like tonight, by pretending to be my dad in a foul mood, and yelled at the trees.
Yes, he actually does this, and yes, its fucking hilarious to mock.
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One time when I was younger, my siblings and I were picking blueberries with my mom and I started to get bored. Some elderly guy told me to look in a certain spot and I found a five dollar bill. I got wicked excited and started picking like crazy. Several years later I found out that he told my mom that he could tell I was becoming bored and planted it there to keep me interested.
Another good one that happened more recently was when I went camping at the beach this summer. We had gone swimming and when we got back to our campsite, I noticed that my ring was missing. I started to panic, and ran down to the beach to see if I could find it. After about ten minutes of searching, a family came over and helped me look for like another five minutes. Right as we were about to give up, the mom of the family found it half sticking out of the sand.
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I have a rather boring life, there's my story... :-\
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I don't believe that. Interesting things happen all the time. I can think of like three story-worthy moments of my day today.
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I went to a fair today I had fun that's about it.
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I had my photo taken with a friend and her dog today ;D
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I crashed eric's wedding.
ironbite-OR WILL I?!?
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I will always be consistent with my use of tenses.
Art Vandelay - Or was I?
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Today I discovered the importance of word boundaries in Chinese when I misread "..or we may face a population explosion" as "...or people may come in our mouths"
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Either way, it's something to be avoided.
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Today I discovered the importance of word boundaries in Chinese when I misread "..or we may face a population explosion" as "...or people may come in our mouths"
Kind of have opposite meanings, in an indirect way...
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My friend's sister Natalie was at a festival where they were handing out free goldfish (the animal, not the cracker). A guy there thought it'd be funny to take his goldfish and replace its water entirely with root beer, laughing like a fucking child as he poured it in there. Natalie saw this and was so angry, she went over to the guy, took the fish from him, and gave it some proper water. She ended up taking it home and is getting a tank for it, because she is that awesome.
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This one is a bit risque. If you're at work, you may want to scroll down past this post.
So, I was talking to my boyfriend...
Me: "You're so sweet."
Jay: "Well, of course! You have sex with me!"
Me: "*laughing* You're terrible!"
Jay: "That's not what you said last night."
Me: "Okay, now you're just digging yourself deeper." ... "Like you did last night."
Jay: "I wasn't going to say that one."
So yeah. We make weird sex jokes. In a public restaurant. After spending over 3 hours in an early-voting line.
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Imagine all of the annoying people you have ever met in your entire life. Now combine them into one person. You have now imagined this woman in my class. It’s completely ridiculous. Not even the instructors can hide how they feel about her.
So we were in our lab the other day, practicing some skills. I talked to her for about five minutes (about how she likes to tell people that Jesus loves them) and then I started practicing.
About twenty minutes later, I heard her saying, “We are in nursing school to learn, not to attack people.” She said this three or so times, and then I turned around to see what she was talking about and she was staring directly at me.
Directly at me.
And she repeated herself again. “We are in nursing school to learn, not to attack people.”
Jeb: Yes. Who’s being attacked?
Girl: I heard what you said.
Jeb: I said something?
Girl: You said, “That girl’s got issues.”
Jeb: No I didn’t.
Girl: Yes you did, I heard you.
And then she turned away from me and went back to her work, but the entire time she was saying things like, “Some people are so rude.” “This is not why we’re in school.” “She thinks I have issues? SHE has issues.” “I just can’t believe some people.”
And then, about ten minutes later, she stormed out of the classroom.
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You must have been thinking about it.
Very loudly.
Or she knows she has issues and projected it onto you. That's certainly a story from life.
Sadly, my life is completely devoid of anything worth telling. I could tell you about the day I moped or the day I played a game or the day I... moped again, but really, it's not worth it.
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A conversation between me and my 4 year old daughter after seeing the devastation in New Jersey on the news.
Her: Is that what New Jersey looks like right now?
Me: Yes it is, sweety.
H: I want to help them.
M: That's very kind. Do you want to collect food and clothes for them? Or get together some toys for the kids who lost all of theirs?
H: No. I want to build houses for the people who's got knocked down by the hurricane. Can I borrow your tools and can you drive me to New Jersey so I can build them houses?
M: I'm sorry, but you can't. You need to be much bigger. And you need to know how to build houses.
H: Then I'm going to go to school so I can learn how to make houses that a hurricane can't knock down!
Sometimes my kids make me want to pull out my hair. And other times they make me feel like I'm doing something right as a parent.
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Kids are awesome.
Today, I was playing Candyland with my niece. At one point, I was on a blue space, and she pulled a blue card. She was supposed to land on the blue space behind mine, but she put her piece on my space. I told her she was supposed to be on a different blue, and she said, "But I want to be with you. That's my favorite thing to do." So I let her stay.
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Kids are awesome.
If by "awesome", you mean "insufferable", then yes, yes they are.
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Kids are awesome.
Today, I was playing Candyland with my niece. At one point, I was on a blue space, and she pulled a blue card. She was supposed to land on the blue space behind mine, but she put her piece on my space. I told her she was supposed to be on a different blue, and she said, "But I want to be with you. That's my favorite thing to do." So I let her stay.
That's the cutest thing I've ever heard.
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Kids are awesome.
If by "awesome", you mean "insufferable", then yes, yes they are.
Sometimes that is true, yes.
Kids are awesome.
Today, I was playing Candyland with my niece. At one point, I was on a blue space, and she pulled a blue card. She was supposed to land on the blue space behind mine, but she put her piece on my space. I told her she was supposed to be on a different blue, and she said, "But I want to be with you. That's my favorite thing to do." So I let her stay.
That's the cutest thing I've ever heard.
I know!
But then it was a bit less cute when I later told her to stop kicking the trashcan and she told me kicking the trashcan is her favorite thing.
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A conversation between me and my 4 year old daughter after seeing the devastation in New Jersey on the news.
Her: Is that what New Jersey looks like right now?
Me: Yes it is, sweety.
H: I want to help them.
M: That's very kind. Do you want to collect food and clothes for them? Or get together some toys for the kids who lost all of theirs?
H: No. I want to build houses for the people who's got knocked down by the hurricane. Can I borrow your tools and can you drive me to New Jersey so I can build them houses?
M: I'm sorry, but you can't. You need to be much bigger. And you need to know how to build houses.
H: Then I'm going to go to school so I can learn how to make houses that a hurricane can't knock down!
Sometimes my kids make me want to pull out my hair. And other times they make me feel like I'm doing something right as a parent.
Sounds like you DEFINITELY are doing something right Rookie!
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H: No. I want to build houses for the people who's got knocked down by the hurricane. Can I borrow your tools and can you drive me to New Jersey so I can build them houses?
M: I'm sorry, but you can't. You need to be much bigger. And you need to know how to build houses.
H: Then I'm going to go to school so I can learn how to make houses that a hurricane can't knock down!
And you know... She just might.
Thanks for being a good father to your kids, Rookie.
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Raise your hand if you ever caused an explosion in Chemistry class. Wait, let me amend that. Raise your hand if you ever caused an UNINTENDED explosion in Chemistry class.
*Raises hand*
All I had to do was watch the little beaker while it heated, then remove it from the burner after a certain time. Instead, I got a rare bout of self-confidence and started talking to a girl at the station next to mine. Next thing I know, the bottom of the beaker exploded, and it flew across the room, smashing into the far wall. a 3 hour experiment, gone in a matter of seconds.
Oops.
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I'm sure Deimos could top that :D
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This happened yesterday but while I was walking home from school a monarch butterfly followed me home i named it Merry.
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I'm sure Deimos could top that :D
Hoo boy. My chemistry classes have been world's of mental
There was the time I made a minor explosive out of a whole heap of random chemicals they gave us. The time someone lined my beaker with reactive compounds to blow my hand off, which nearly succeeded. The time i lined a sledgehammer with a contact explosive and bashed it on the ground, making me fly a meter or two. And a bunch of other fun stories that involve things going boom, burning, or getting injured in the most fucked up ways
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H: No. I want to build houses for the people who's got knocked down by the hurricane. Can I borrow your tools and can you drive me to New Jersey so I can build them houses?
M: I'm sorry, but you can't. You need to be much bigger. And you need to know how to build houses.
H: Then I'm going to go to school so I can learn how to make houses that a hurricane can't knock down!
And you know... She just might.
Someone's gotta be the first, right?
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Yep. :) She just might be.
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I'm sure Deimos could top that :D
Hoo boy. My chemistry classes have been world's of mental
There was the time I made a minor explosive out of a whole heap of random chemicals they gave us. The time someone lined my beaker with reactive compounds to blow my hand off, which nearly succeeded. The time i lined a sledgehammer with a contact explosive and bashed it on the ground, making me fly a meter or two. And a bunch of other fun stories that involve things going boom, burning, or getting injured in the most fucked up ways
Why couldn't you be my lab partner?
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I made bread last week. It would have been awesome bread, had I known any damn thing about working with yeast.
You see, I've used a sugar/Splenda blend in my baking, because I'm trying to cut out carbs just a bit. I've never baked bread before, nor have I seen it being baked, because Mom is fanatical about Not Cooking From Scratch Ever. So it did not occur to me that bread-baking is fundamentally different from cookie-baking or muffin-baking.
As it turns out, sugar/Splenda blend is not digestible by yeast in the way that pure sugar is. So the yeast didn't eat as much sugar, so the bread didn't rise properly.
And because the bread was denser, it didn't cook all the way through. Also, the Splenda was still in there.
So instead of Best Homemade Bread Ever, I got unusually sweet-tasting, doughy bread. Don't get me wrong, it was good. I ate it. But it wasn't the bread I was going for.
Today, I bought actual SUGAR. I am learning.
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Today I had my skills evaluation in school. It was awful. I forgot all the things I needed to bring. I also didn't do a very good job of studying.
I had a terrible time with all the terminology. We were doing injections, and I was asked what supplies were needed. I answered with, "Um, that plunger thing. And the thing that holds the drug."
I was asked to point out where the vastus lateralis is located. My answer was, "The what now?" After some prompting from the instructor, I started to point in the general direction of the mannequin's leg while babbling things like, "and it's a muscle...in the leg...where the injection goes..."
I passed, but I don't really feel like I should have. To be honest, I think he felt sorry for me.
I made bread last week. It would have been awesome bread, had I known any damn thing about working with yeast.
You see, I've used a sugar/Splenda blend in my baking, because I'm trying to cut out carbs just a bit. I've never baked bread before, nor have I seen it being baked, because Mom is fanatical about Not Cooking From Scratch Ever. So it did not occur to me that bread-baking is fundamentally different from cookie-baking or muffin-baking.
As it turns out, sugar/Splenda blend is not digestible by yeast in the way that pure sugar is. So the yeast didn't eat as much sugar, so the bread didn't rise properly.
And because the bread was denser, it didn't cook all the way through. Also, the Splenda was still in there.
So instead of Best Homemade Bread Ever, I got unusually sweet-tasting, doughy bread. Don't get me wrong, it was good. I ate it. But it wasn't the bread I was going for.
Today, I bought actual SUGAR. I am learning.
I love making homemade bread. Nothing else is better than fresh out of the oven bread. Good luck next time!
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I'm sure Deimos could top that :D
Hoo boy. My chemistry classes have been world's of mental
There was the time I made a minor explosive out of a whole heap of random chemicals they gave us. The time someone lined my beaker with reactive compounds to blow my hand off, which nearly succeeded. The time i lined a sledgehammer with a contact explosive and bashed it on the ground, making me fly a meter or two. And a bunch of other fun stories that involve things going boom, burning, or getting injured in the most fucked up ways
Why couldn't you be my lab partner?
You'd probably end up getting killed
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My chemistry classes and such were pretty normal, boring, pour this into this and try not to get yourself killed fare.
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Raise your hand if you ever caused an explosion in Chemistry class. Wait, let me amend that. Raise your hand if you ever caused an UNINTENDED explosion in Chemistry class.
*Raises hand*
All I had to do was watch the little beaker while it heated, then remove it from the burner after a certain time. Instead, I got a rare bout of self-confidence and started talking to a girl at the station next to mine. Next thing I know, the bottom of the beaker exploded, and it flew across the room, smashing into the far wall. a 3 hour experiment, gone in a matter of seconds.
Oops.
Had AN explosion? Not with Fitz lol. My chem teacher back in high school was CONSTANTLY blowing shit up. He had dents all over his ceiling, he shot his clock off the wall a couple times, etc. We blew up so much shit in that class that it didn't even phase the other classrooms when something went off. Man, I loved that class.
Oh yeah, we also made ice cream using liquid nitrogen once.
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My chemistry classes and such were pretty normal, boring, pour this into this and try not to get yourself killed fare.
I'm reasonably sure all of my class's efforts to make explosives ended when we found out there was a tesla coil in the closet.
We almost got it a few times. To bad the diversions always wanted to see if we'd gotten it yet.
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Don't get me wrong, it was good. I ate it. But it wasn't the bread I was going for.
Today, I bought actual SUGAR. I am learning.
Good for you! It's a good thing to learn from (and correct) past mistakes. It's a great thing to try again after your first attempts are less than successful. And baking is a tough thing to master. There are lots of exact steps and measurements. But the results are so worth it!
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This is more the lack of a story, but it didn't fit in the Anything Good Happen Today? thread, at least in my opinion. Anyway, I recently realised today that I am quite lucky: I haven't encountered one weeb in my Japanese class this entire year.
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This is from my cousin's Facebook. He's in the Army, stationed in Alaska, and has spent the past 2 weeks in Japan.
We started Sunday 25 + hours ago as we arrived back to Camp Zama from Tokyo after our mission. Thanks to the International Dateline; current SEATAC time zone layover; and then to back Fairbanks(we already flew over AK when coming to Seattle) and another time change, this super long Sunday total will be around 41 hours. Who said you can't have more time in your day?
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I got a story from a couple weeks ago.
On the days, I don't have work, I like to get up early and go for a hike along one of the footpaths in the Hollywood Hills. I don't usually make it to the top, as I tend to spend more time walking to the start of the path from home than I spend on the path itself, but this time I did. I was tired and sweaty, and didn't really want to head back down yet, so I sat down and decided to give meditation a try (This song helped a lot (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBXLphKDm-E)). After much... I don't know if 'concentration' is the right word when you're not trying to think, but after a few minutes, my mind cleared and remained blank. No wandering thoughts, journeys of imagination, memories, nothing. Just an oddly relaxing nothingness. And then I damn near jumped off the rock I was sitting on when something wet touched my left hand. For whatever reason, some dog decided that it needed to investigate me; I damn near panicked from how out-of-nowhere it was.
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Today at the hospital, my instructor for some reason decided to assign me to a patient who was in the middle of dying. His entire family was in the room with him, and he was completely unresponsive. She was on my case like every two minutes about going into the room and introducing myself. I just kept refusing. He ended up passing away about two hours into the shift. I never met him.
After the family members cleared out, my group and I went into the room to take care of the body. None of the nurses nor our instructor went in with us. We had to remove his IV and his foley catheter. Only one out of the seven of us had ever done that before and she had only done it once. Most of us had never been so close to a dead body, and we were all really nervous. This ended up causing a case of the giggles which was bad enough because we knew we were supposed to act professional, but it was extra awkward because the patient's widow was sitting outside of the room.
And anyway, now I'm writing a care plan on him.
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On the topic of chemistry classes.
When I was in my chemistry class in high school, we were doing a titration experiment. The chemicals we were using weren't very dangerous, but we had gotten a "Don't do anything stupid" talk from the teacher.
After most of the class had finished the experiment, the teacher was called out of the classroom, I don't remember why. My classmates began clowning around and using the glass pipettes that still had chemical residue in them to drip water from the sinks on each others clothing, hands, faces, heads, and also into each others mouths. The teacher came in and caught them at it, and said that the entire class, even those of us who hadn't been doing something stupid, failed the lab, and would not be having any chemistry labs for the rest of the school year.
This was a problem because there were three seniors, myself included, in the class, and the labs? Were part of our grade for the entire class. Hence not having any more labs would have given the entire class an incomplete for the year. School policy at the time was if you had an incomplete in any course, you couldn't graduate. In fact it was treated as if you had failed the entire school year, and you would have to take summer school or repeat the entire year.
Naturally everyone's parents made a huge noise about it, and the students that had actually been doing stupid things were given two weeks of both lunch and after school detention, and the teacher gave the entire class One More Chance at labs.
That's all.
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Well one of my cousins came out. He did it a long time ago but I found out about it last year.
Basically he's really talented and smart. He's over 6 feet tall and is sort of a body builder(He's not pro, but he's got the body and he works out a ton). He's also a surgeon, plays piano like a pro, and is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I'm just going to call him Joe.
In high school, he was best friends with one of his football teammates, I'm just going to call him Frank. When they got older, Frank married Joe's sister, Grace, and they were still best friends pretty much. Joe later came out to our family and had a boyfriend. I think almost everyone was OK with it, but he still had trouble accepting it since he was a conservative Christian. Well when Frank found out about it, the first thing he said to him was that he "would never step into our house, never speak to me, and never see our baby" (Grace was pregnant at the time). Later when they had a family reunion near Grace and Frank's house, Joe needed a place to stay. Of course, Grace let him stay at her house. As soon as Frank saw him in his house, he got pissed and kicked him out.
Because of all this, my cousin became depressed and attempted suicide. My family found out and let him know he was accepted though, so now I think he's OK. My uncle (the father of Joe and Grace), talked to Frank and told him to chill out. I'm not sure how he is now, but its a lot better. Now Grace can see Joe at least without worrying about her husband going batshit.
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I think I've mentioned this before, but I'm a porter at my current job. Basically, I'm a glorified janitor-for-hire when apartment complexes need extra staff for a few days. For the past few weeks, I've been working at this complex to be (still under construction, not even habitable until March), helping with some really poorly planned and timed promotions. From the sound and looks of things, this place was in such dire need of assistance the first weekend (And since), that pretty much everyone my company could spare was sent over to help; they even hired a few people on the spot to fill the needed positions.
Our job has been to assemble promotional lanyard/key chains and hand them out to students at a nearby university, as the students are the primary target of this apartment complex. The people I've worked with, who range from leasing/housing career veterans, to the aforementioned hired out of necessity, a few students looking for a start in the, leasing/staffing business, and others like me, who want a flexible schedule more than anything (Though I seem to be the only porter on site). The vets have assured me that this is the only time in their careers, and likely mine, that a job like this will come along. Personally, I'm cool with it; the first day of the job was raining hard, and my first thought upon waking was "God damn it, looks like I'm sweeping in this all day", so I'll gladly take the change of pace.
I gotta say, while I'm still anti-social enough to have trouble handing said lanyards out on street corners (which isn't helped by knowing how annoyed I'd be if someone put something in my face while I'm walking to class), I've loved getting to meet all these coworkers I didn't know I had. One of them, a wonderful older woman who's made a career out of this business, has even hooked me up with another company to work for so I'll have less down time. I've also met a guy who uses this job to fund his own music career (hip hop, electronic stuff), a mobile app/case designer, and some wonderful women my age, who just want a job that works around school. I've managed to make some useful business contacts, as well as what I'm hoping will be a... friendlier, let's say, relationship with one of the aforementioned young women (theater major, not into bars/drinking, redhead... oh yeah ;)). For an unorthodox assignment, this is really working in my favor.
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Didn't happen to me, but a friend of mine.
He was bored and decided to have some cheap entertainment. He took his fishing rod out onto his front porch, sat in a chair and started casting the line out into the street, reeling it back in and casting out again. This guy walked by on the way to the store and when he came back, my friend was still at it. He was curious, so I went into my friend's yard, up to the porch and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"I'm people-ing."
"You're what?"
"People-ing."
"What's that?"
"Fishing for people."
"That's stupid!"
"Caught you, didn't I?"
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Silly thing happened yesterday. I was filling out a hospital form and this researcher came up to me and asked me to do a question sheet on my doctor. Basic "are you happy with your doctor" crap. And then I came on the second last question
"Do you speak any language other than English at home"
I know that it really meant does your family speak anything other than English, but for some reason I put down russian anyway, since I pepper what I say with russian phrases
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I am living in a plague house. My wife has bronchitis. My father-in-law has been in the hospital since Thursday with pneumonia. My mother-in-law has something past "a cold," but not the flu. I, somehow, have managed to avoid getting sick.
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Keep up your Zinc and vitamin C. Other than that... cross your fingers you don't get infected by whatever the heck creeping crud is roaming around.