Tonight's post...
...brought to you by unisex see-through lace pants. Slung low. Because admit it. Everyone was high in the 70's. All the time.
I've had a very exhausting day and I wish I had a nice, stiff...erm...drink. Yeah, that's it. Dealing with morons is exhausting. I've been dealing with morons all day and it's making me be redundant here. Such a bunch of morons. Morons who can't get the simplest crap straight. Then more morons in traffic. So many morons. Morons everywhere. I'm soooooo tired of morons!
Let me explain. Moeder got a summons for jury duty but has a legit medical excuse to not have to serve except she has to have a doctor's excuse. Called doc's office last week and he wasn't there but would be returning today. Left message with receptionist. Yesterday, when at doc's office to see the other doc, moeder talked to one of the managers and explained to her that she needed the note from the doc. My moeder has a way with words :::sarcasm alert::: and seemed to be going around and around with the conversation. The manager said that she'd leave the message with doc and we could come pick it up today.
Well, guess who gets tasked with going to pick it up? If you guessed moi, then you win the prize! So I go in there, tell reception what I'm there for and then waited around for 20 minutes. Then after they give me the damn note, I noticed that they didn't have the correct date or my moeder's correct age. Then I had to tell the receptionist that the info was incorrect and then I had to wait for another 15 or so minutes for them to make the corrections. In the meantime, I see the manager who we talked to the day before giving me a dirty look through the glass and then disappearing to the back. Fucking bitch was probably making me wait deliberately. Anyway, finally got what I came for then went home. Morons. Lot's of morons in traffic, too.
Long story short: had to deal with more morons to go to the post office to mail the whole damn thing back to the jury pool and then a while later more aggro to go return an item at a store and then some more crap to put up with at the grocery. Aggro and morons makes for an exhausting day.
Now I'm going to hit the hay. Maybe Ma Nature can give me some nice sexy dreams to go with all the frisky hormones I've been dealing with lately to make up for the moronathon.
I've had a very exhausting day and I wish I had a nice, stiff...erm...drink. Yeah, that's it. Dealing with morons is exhausting. I've been dealing with morons all day and it's making me be redundant here. Such a bunch of morons. Morons who can't get the simplest crap straight. Then more morons in traffic. So many morons. Morons everywhere. I'm soooooo tired of morons!
Let me explain. Moeder got a summons for jury duty but has a legit medical excuse to not have to serve except she has to have a doctor's excuse. Called doc's office last week and he wasn't there but would be returning today. Left message with receptionist. Yesterday, when at doc's office to see the other doc, moeder talked to one of the managers and explained to her that she needed the note from the doc. My moeder has a way with words :::sarcasm alert::: and seemed to be going around and around with the conversation. The manager said that she'd leave the message with doc and we could come pick it up today.
Well, guess who gets tasked with going to pick it up? If you guessed moi, then you win the prize! So I go in there, tell reception what I'm there for and then waited around for 20 minutes. Then after they give me the damn note, I noticed that they didn't have the correct date or my moeder's correct age. Then I had to tell the receptionist that the info was incorrect and then I had to wait for another 15 or so minutes for them to make the corrections. In the meantime, I see the manager who we talked to the day before giving me a dirty look through the glass and then disappearing to the back. Fucking bitch was probably making me wait deliberately. Anyway, finally got what I came for then went home. Morons. Lot's of morons in traffic, too.
Long story short: had to deal with more morons to go to the post office to mail the whole damn thing back to the jury pool and then a while later more aggro to go return an item at a store and then some more crap to put up with at the grocery. Aggro and morons makes for an exhausting day.
Now I'm going to hit the hay. Maybe Ma Nature can give me some nice sexy dreams to go with all the frisky hormones I've been dealing with lately to make up for the moronathon.
posted by Xul at 10:45 PM
7 Comments:
unisex see-through lace pants.
Wow... Just... Wow...
I can't help wondering if anyone really ever had the balls to wear those.
Slung low.
I can't even imagine what that means. :/
jury duty
Oooo... that just makes my inner Sherlock quiver with excitement. We don't have jury duty over here. We don't even have juries. Gosh, to actually be given the opportunity to solve an actual crime.
Aggro and morons makes for an exhausting day.
Patience, dear padawan. Be mindful of the Force. Let it flow through you and guide you to... ehm... chocolate chip icecream?
I can't even imagine what that means. :/ LOL I guess they mean low-rise waist? It was the 70's, who knows? Did you ever have to wear any horrible 70's fashions?
We don't have jury duty over here That makes me want to move over there IMMEDIATELY. Jury duty isn't something that peeps here look forward to, quite the opposite; you get filled with absolute dread. They sent me my summons in January but I managed to get excused. :::Phew!::: My dad LOVED jury duty, though.(Must be genetic. ;P ) The first time I got called for it, prolly 10 years ago or so, I had to go but didn't get selected for a jury. It was very stressful anyway. :(
Did you ever have to wear any horrible 70's fashions?
Not really. I do vaguely remember wearing bell bottom pants.
I find 80's fashion worse.
It was very stressful anyway. :(
Well, it is a pretty big responsibility. And you never know if criminals are going to come after you if you the jury find the defendant guilty as charged.
I find 80's fashion worse. I had some awesome parachute pants! Yeah, most of it was pretty bad. Not all of 70's was bad. Velour and terry cloth should be brought back, just updated.
As far as jury duty, I had what could probably be diagnosed as really bad social anxiety back then. And no car. The whole situation was over-the-top stressful.
The whole situation was over-the-top stressful.
Quite understandable. To be honest, it's probably more fun fantasising about it than actually doing it. Me, I'd get real excited at first, then I'll start thinking about all the things that could go wrong and at the last minute I'll back out of the whole thing.
I probably had more than social anxiety back then. I honestly don't know how I managed to do anything.
At my first job out of high school, we used to get this group of private investigators who would come in for meetings. Some of them, well, one in particular, were an absolute trip! I think you would have enjoyed talking to them. Maybe you should look into being a P.I.? You could be Arekino the Super Sleuth!
Maybe you should look into being a P.I.?
That may be something worth investigating.
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