Discussion in 'The Fire Hydrant' started by *blackrose, Sep 3, 2012.
OMG! They could charge me whatever they wanted! :yikes:
When you're fawning over a pittie pup at work, commenting on how you like the streamlined/compact pitties more than the bulky ones and your co-worker tells you that the dog isn't a pit bull and it's definitely a boxer. >.<
The dog is a pit bull if I've ever seen one.
Months ago my best friend confided something in me about stuff that's going on with his family.
I didn't tell anybody. Which was tough because it was upsetting and disturbing and I wanted to talk it out instead of keeping it bottled up inside, but it wasn't my stuff to tell so for months I've walked around with this horror about what is going on with my friend and his family and all I can do is ask my friend how things are going, and sometimes I couldn't even ask in private so we'd have to have vague conversations like "oh how are things?" "oh they're things."
He told me he had told three people. None of the three of us work at the station anymore so I'm pretty sure it wasn't any of us.
But somehow it's gotten out, because my co-worker showed up this morning and "At the risk of diving into gossip..." and asked me if I knew what was going on with my friend, have I talked to him recently, and did I know X. Yes... yes I have known.
Somehow the details have gotten out. Not just the vague "this is happening" but the DETAILS of it. I don't know what's been going on at the station, so it's possible that in the months since I found out, more people have been informed - and somebody has apparently run their mouth.
I'm upset and offended for my friend because it's bad enough to begin with and then to have people running around basically gossiping about it... it's gross.
I do NOT miss this part of the radio station. You cannot tell anybody a **** thing without the entire building knowing within a few minutes and then people run off and spread it OUTSIDE the building even. Seriously? This is somebody's life. It's not gossip. It's upsetting and it's horrible and nobody should have to deal with this stuff and yet THIS IS HIS LIFE.
Who does this? I am so incredibly upset.
I think I am destined to be poor. Lol. Of course if I didn't spend so much on those danged dogs... I guess they're worth it.
My favorite is all the people who think Rhys is going to be huge because pitbulls are huge.
Um, no. He weighs 25 pounds at 4 months. He'll probably be 50 at maturity (he's quite compact).
Is it weird that 50 pounds is just not a big dog to me?
Nope, 50 pounds is on the large side of medium, IMO. If Abrams would stop growing right now (at 53lbs) I'd be a happy camper. ^_^ (Unfortunately....I think he has about another 30-40lbs to go. *sigh*)
1) Stalkers are pathetic, not flattering.
2) Stalkers need to realize this is an international dog forum, where no one knows or vaguely cares about your scrawny ass. However, if you go around TELLING everyone it is you, well, then that's your logic fail. Especially since no names, locations, or relations were named. Could have been one of my co-workers. All you did was confirm what I already suspected, hook...line...sinker.
3) YOU are stalking ME on an INTERNATIONAL DOG FORUM. Because, god forbid, you can't live not sticking your nose in a place it doesn't belong. Facebook, livejournal, stalking me all across the [double rainbow] internet! You can't stop, you are an addict. However, in the same thread, god forbid I know ANYTHING about you or the ridiculous rumors you've spread in the 100 mile radius of your incessantly flailing tongue. Logic.
4) Anyone who says I am a "College dropout with a failed marriage", knowing the circumstances behind it all, is simply a disgusting human being.
Have you called the cops about this? Seriously.
As seriously disconcerting the lengths this person is willing to go to is, it's petty and not worth the time or attention. I just want them out of my personal business. We only have one connection, and I've been extremely open about the fact that it needs to stay that way. And because of that connection, it isn't worth it to call the cops anyway. I'm not out to ruin lives, I just want to move on with my own. This person, these people, need to seriously think about that.
50 pounds is downright little !!
I hope for your sake that the reason you remain in touch with this person is not ripped from you. Power hungry people stop at nothing and I feel it's only a matter of time before they sever the tie, as painfully as possible. That seems to be a logical conclusion to this persons plan.
To add to that: This person left. This person decided they could have something better without you and your 'family'. Apparently they were wrong and rather than move on, they've decided to wallow in the drama and destruction. The poor me attitude gets sickening pretty quickly.
I really wish you could cut this bond, Lyz. I understand why you can't\ don't want to but.... ugh.
The big bosses keep finding ways to cut our pay while making it look like it's our fault we can't keep up with the ever increasing demands they're putting on us. Last time I checked, my job was to sell cars. I get paid to do that, not also pretend I'm a lot tech, detailer, parts person, etc. Now it sounds like they're also going to tie our pay to the amount of 5 star reviews we can get written for both Google and Cars.com.
I'm already on a 2% deduction for my paycheck this quarter because my customers keep marking their surveys down for how outdated and uncomfortable our showroom looks at the moment--which ends up directly affecting me even though I explain I have no control over it and could they please just give me the good score on that section anyway?
Oh, and then they just came through last week and took down EVERYTHING we had up that made the place look semi-fun/not spartan. It looks so cold and horrible now.
I hate packing...
Especially since he won't be taller (or much) than my lanky, 35 pound hound mix.
As long as I can still pick him up and carry him, he's not a big dog. Lol.
All the horsewant in the world.
Some days I feel like that.
I'm getting to the point where I'm trying not to grimace when I see the credit apps with 10, 15, 20, 30, and 50 grand a month.
I just. . . ugh. I'm clearly never going to make that kind of money. I just need to suck it up and marry someone rich. Despite not wanting to be married. Ever. And not knowing anyone who is rich and single.
Although I now have a football player who tried to take me out to lunch and wants to take me snowboarding. I'm not sure what to think of that.
When's the date?
I'm trying to fall asleep without aid tonight for the first time in a week and a half. It's not going well.
Ughhh. I was really enjoying my awesome sleeps
Why not take something to help? I might need to start doing that soon (taking something). Lack of sleep sucks.
That sucks When I was taking Melatonin I had to stop for a week every so often so it wouldn't lose its effectiveness, and yeah, it sucks A LOT.
Dear God, please please make the pain stop. Omfg.
On that note, I would happily kill someone for a heating pad and chocolate.
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