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Thread: Urgent Need Help
Almagill wrote:
Vorpaks wrote:
*gets the rope*
Paks! How kinkeh!!
it's the pregnancy hormones I bet
Woot - Mood swings, cravings for odd food combinations (carnivor meat and crustaceans), odd changes to her fur colorings... coupled with a baby wookie who will be bad azz from the start with Paks as a mommy wook. How can we ever let Paks leave??
BTW, anyone know when they are gonna ask for a replacement for Calc? Seems he quit and no posting or anything from the wild haired Tiggs beastie.
Just wondering
JB
i can get fired from that job in one day... trust me... I know the magical word
JBMat wrote:Woot - Mood swings, cravings for odd food combinations (carnivor meat and crustaceans), odd changes to her fur colorings... coupled with a baby wookie who will be bad azz from the start with Paks as a mommy wook. How can we ever let Paks leave??
BTW, anyone know when they are gonna ask for a replacement for Calc? Seems he quit and no posting or anything from the wild haired Tiggs beastie.
Just wondering
JB
i can get fired from that job in one day... trust me... I know the magical word
Go on JB, apply when they announce ranger corr. You've got to undercut Calc's short term of office.
As for the Tiggs, seems she was helping out with Katrina disaster relief work and now she's sick. Hopefully nothing serious. As has been commented elesewhere, the big haired one >{Bixie+TH+Garva+Virago}
Pappi wrote:
Almagill wrote:
Vorpaks wrote:
*gets the rope*
Paks! How kinkeh!!
it's the pregnancy hormones I bet
And on a totally unrelated note, I'd just like to pass the comment that this thread has some of the loveliest lady posters (postees? writers? ??? ) contributing to it...
woot
Blagh - have I ever mentioned that work gets in the way of playtime? I work odd and strange shifts, rarely do I work the same hours two days in a row, never the same schedule week to week -- gotta love retail. So this week I have seemed to get the early shifts - which while I don't mind them leaves me little time to play. I am within 305,000 FS XP of unlocking - basically max all 3 weapons 3 times, add in some extra for unarmed and polearm and some BH and a little extra combat and I have it. I could easily do this in one day with the group I have been playing with, but stupid work !!!
My alt will definately be Master Scout with maybe pistols, doubt I will do the BH thing again. It's just too damn easy to make money as a Scout/Ranger. I mean I already have a house, a PA hall, all kinds of rides, extra weapons... alts get it easy.
And I think we need to keep this thread alive and kicking for a while yet.
JB
Am running out of grind-power atm, it all seems so dang pointless, even tho I a) want my master pilot, b) want to get two toons up to CL80 on different servers for random 'stuff' and c) rather like the idea of going for jedi (after dragging my heels since what, p10? the jedi revamp that brought us Teh Village Peepls.
Think I'll just lie here on the floor and think about how I really ought to do some RL work, but it's Friday afternoon and, well, if I put it off long enough it's the weeekend again.
Are we at 200 posts in this thread yet?
So far no big hormonal issues (says I), but I suspect they will blossom right around the time Raruk has to start working mandatory 6-day weeks. /grin I'm saving up. That and retail burn out will leave us int he perfect mood for baby hell, which I have been assured is the first three weeks after you bring the little one home. I can't wait.
First few weeks after the little bundle arrives (oh what a gentle euphemism) are, frankly, WEIRD.
Hubby better get used to the idea that suddenly he will be persona non-grata with EVERYONE. You'll be too tired to do much more than smile prettily at him and mutter "This is all YOUR doing...". Every person that comes to the house will greet him with "Hey, hows the new mom and the baby... awwwww look, the cute..." as they hand you coats, luggage, expect you to drive about collecting elderly relatives, make the midnight drive out to find cabbage leaves (if you don't know, don't ask, if you do know, put some in the freezer now
).Sleep, in any meaningful use of the term, will become a distant memory as the 'cute' little babette shows it has an understanding for psychological warfare that'd make the military feel inadequate. You actually become so tired that your hair hurts..
Both of you will be immune to the smell of puke and pooh that WILL adhere to every last bit of clothing you own, for months resulting in the non-infanted members of your social circle going "Whoah... what IS that smel.. hey cute baby.... awwwww"
And you know what, despite all that you'll turn to each other at some point and say "I was just thinking, wouldn't it be nice if he'she had a little brother/sister...."
And I'd do it all over again tomorrow if I was asked
)
True story, happened yesterday.
I work at the place where they wear orange aprons. Not like I can sneak up on people. With a customer I walk down an aisle, to see big Dumbazz and little Weasley turd. Weasley is trying to "borrow" a tape measure out of it's container, and is so freaking stupid he misses seeing me standing right in back of him. I ask what he is doing... Weasley mumbles about looking at the tape measure and puts it down. "No, that's not looking, you opened the pack, you just bought it." I toss it into his cart. "It's yours now." Weasley does not protest, showing the first spark of intelligence this week.
Big Dumbazz starts to swear, rant and rave, and generally make a fool of himself, figuring I am about to call Security on them -- wonder if the phone in my hand was a clue?? I ask Dumbazz to stop swearing, that language is uncalled for. He says I can't tell him what to do. I reply he is correct, but the Manager I am on the phone with can and will call the police, who love us for the neat donations we often make, and they will be more than happy to show him the door. I then ask if I can assist him. He yells about not being able to find something. I tell him that - a. Keep yelling and I will leave, and trust me, no one will come down this aisle to help him b. Fact is, I can assure him if he keeps yelling, no one in the store in an apron will assist him now, tomorrow, or for a very long time. I can make that happen.
He tells me he spends $1000 a day in the store. I said no ya don't. If you did, you would be on the phone with the contractor's desk and they would be running around filling your order. That's $364,000 a year he would be spending, I would know his name, his wife's name, and all his kid's names. Nice try though.
He finally quits yelling. I find the item he was looking for - golly gee, it's right here in the box labeled with what it is.
He says he is having a bad day. I decide to have some fun. I said that his language was uncalled for and the way he attempted to treat me was rude and insulting. Besides, he just didn't know. "Didn't know what?" he asked. I reply, and this is pretty much word for word - "You don't know who I am, what I can do, or where I come from. I could have killed my entire family this morning and they are all laying there in the house, just freaking rotting. For all you know, I am looking for more victims right now. Think about it. Now y'all have a nice day." I smiled and walked off.
The two morons got their stuff, paid for it all to include the measuring tape, and left the store. They refused to make eye contact with me the entire time, even thought the register line goes right by the desk I was doing some other stuff at.
Once in a while, retail can be fun.
JB