OT:I've had a really Sh*tty Day

a cup of two-day old coffee, feeling like yourself again. still own your own, survived another night in this dingy room with the same four walls. looking in the mirror is getting easier these days, old friend anger is losing hold on you...


sounds familiar ? I hope not ;)

got up early, had boring classes, and indeed a cup of 1 day old coffee to get me going again.

don't sweat it, take a step back and have a good laugh. sometimes you just get to close to see, and it might be a relief to just laugh about things. It really helps, trust me. when you just repaired your bike for the 5th time and the rear tire keeps losing air, just laugh. life is good.

:) Keno
 
munk said:
The test will occur later tonight. If your wife sounds the all-clear.

munk

:eek:
If you spend the day in a room full of cigarette smoke, you smell like smoke.
So . . .. . . . . . :eek: :eek: :eek:
 
Thomas Linton said:
Prediction. The smell WILL go away, but it will never be funny. :(

[I had a lovely job for two weeks one summer -- cleaning out apartments in low-rent complexes. I should have known what was ahead when I has issued my dencon suit, with elastic cuffs x 4 and elastic hood -- and a gasmask and shovel. I got to see the results of trying to flush disposable diapers down toilets and keeping pets hidden indoors for months ("No Pets Allowed"). Pay was good, but I could not stand the stink. Week after I quit, my buddy's crew found a dead body under a bed. Doesn't seem funny even now, and many years have passed.]


OH my GOD in Heaven!
 
kronckew said:
thanks for the commiserations y'all, worst bit was when i got home a little while ago & blew my nose & the tissue came out all brown - i'm running the bath now & may soak in bleach for an hour or two....:barf:


okay, i ain't eatin' my bean burrito anymore.
 
Dave Hahn said:
okay, i ain't eatin' my bean burrito anymore.
And just why not? :rolleyes: :grumpy: Shirley it doesn't taste like caca does it, or do you just have an active imagination?










:D ;)
 
I feel for you.

Before I entered my current rating, I was an auxiliaryman on a submarine. We were the guys who had to clean the stuff up. That wasn't too bad. What was bad were the sh*t tanks.

See, the pumps were particular about what they would and wouldn't process. Each tank had a strainer at the bottom to prevent the pumps from ingesting anything that would upset them. (Although what they normally ingested upset me plenty.) We were very particular about what went in to those tanks - the saying was, "If you didn't already eat it, it doesn't go in the toilet." Oftentimes, things would - paper towls, green scrubby pads, the odd undergarment, etc. They promptly blocked the strainer. Guess what comes next?

An unfortunate individual gets "voluntold" to go in there and solve the problem. The tank is inevitably full, necessitating a dive. The auxiliaryman puts on his worst coveralls, dons a fiendishly uncomfortable mask for air, and has at it. Post ops cleanup consists of sending the coveralls overboard, showering thoroughly (I would shave my head), and reporting to Doc for another series of shots over and above the series of shots we already got each month. I don't like needles.

I won't go into the specifics - another time, perhaps. (Or perhaps not.) Suffice it to say that I still have nightmares about my times in the tank and that the shots worked...I never did contract anything from it.

Whenever I'm having a bad day at work, which is often, I simply think back to what I used to do and suddenly, my job doesn't seem bad at all. :)

I'll give the standard warning here: if you've been exposed to raw sewage, particularly if you have any open wounds, consult a doctor with a quickness. A hot bath isn't insurance.
 
This doesn't quite justify smoke, so maybe Febreze...

:D :D

Yeah, my day wasn't so hot either. Just an accumulation and crappy start. It happens. I feel better after doing some landscaping this afternoon. Also, it's nice to see the branches that I cut down w/ 18-in WWII this weekend. Good memories. :)


Nam
 
Plumbers only know 3 things: !- s**t runs down hill, Payday is on Friday, And DON'T bite youre finger nails. Al
 
Good stuff all 'round. Wasn't expecting quite so literal a thread when I opened it up, though. Sunshine and roses tomorrow!
 
there was an open grilled floor vent about a foot from the sh*t fountain, if it were a bit closer we would all have been sprayed...

HA-HA,with that I just shot coffee out my nose too!tom. :eek:
 
Your day definitely topped the ladder, Kronkew, but I ended mine in the emergency room with my daughter. She had an allergic reaction to something. Gave her benedryl the first round and it seemed to help, then the second round she started to not be able to breathe, so off the the ER. 7 hour wait, the benedry kicked in around 3 hours and we ended up going home without needing to be seen. She's doing fine this morning, but I will keep her on the benedryl for 24 hours just to make sure she doesn't have a relapse. Now to figure out what triggered it. Me thinks the strawberries might be culprits.....we'll see :( Only other strange thing was the house getting treated for termites, but that was 2 weeks ago so I don't think that did it. Allergies can be such a pain. :mad: Poor kid.
 
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