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- better resolution https://www.instagra…PhanLo
- Turkey wasn't a thing back then, his mom was Palestinian and his father Greek, but whatever_niko
- somebody please read this nonsense: https://en.wikipedia… and tell me why this Greek/ Palestinian soldier from 1800 years ago_niko
- is the patron saint of every Yob in England.
Because of a hallucination during some battle hundreds of years ago?_niko - I think there was going to be an English born guy who would be the patron saint, but he wasn't hard enough, so they picked GeorgePhanLo
- Died in battle https://www.historic…PhanLo
- what? hell yeah Edmund got decapitated too but only HE had a talking wolf protect his head afterwards, that's pretty badd-ass to me_niko
- pango1
- Red is read.
Why is read?
Read is read as read.palimpsest - Who?NBQ00
- Why?pango
- me?renderedred
- You red my mind.utopian
- https://www.youtube.…wagshaft
- Go dog go!monospaced
- Red is read.
- Horp2
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Coincidences
Story 3This one is complex, and the coincidence might not be as apparent, but it’s about the phone call at the key juncture where two unrelated things converge, by my own hand.
Part a: New Friend
I move to Birmingham and I decide to get some kind of job so that time doesn’t hang heavy. I get a role in brand strategy for a small consultancy. About 5 months in the company takes on a new junior designer. A Brit/Kiwi woman, young. We’re opposites in many ways. She’s young, I’m old. She’s optimism and energy, I’m pessimism and torpor. She’s confident and outspoken, I am outspoken and contemptuous. We become great friends. I’ll call her B.
Around that time I decide that my Birmingham sojourn might also be improved by dating, so I join the usual dating sites.
Discussing this with B and a couple of other colleagues they demand to see my dating profile. I’m an old man and I’ll be shit at dating profiles. They’re young women and they can zeus my profile up for me. Improve my chances. Oh, whatever. So I show them dating profile. They rip me to shreds... from the photos to the text, I learn that it’s all wrong.
But B focusses on one stat and guffaws loudly. That one stat becomes the thing she’s most amused about and a little fixated one.
“Dude” she booms “Why do men ALWAYS lie about their height? hahahahaha”
I don't know what she means.
“You’ve put your height at 5ft 11in LOL LOL dude there’s no point in lying because if somebody meets you they’ll INSTANTLY KNOW! hahahah Why do men do this stupid shit?”
I’m a little taken aback. I haven’t measured myself in years, but I am pretty sure I’m 5’11”. I say so. She roars with laughter
“dude I’M 5’11” and I tower over you. You’re 5’7” at best HAHAHAHA”
All the other women are laughing.
Me: “No, B... you and I are EXACTLY the same height”
B: “HAHAHAH DUDE I LITERALLY LOOK AT THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD WHEN WE TALK. YOU’RE ABOUT 5’7” maximum. Change your profile”
It’s crazy to me. We’re so obviously the same height, and if B is 5’11” then I too am 5’11”.
I insist we compare heights. Everybody concurs.... B and I are the same height.
B: “no fucking waaaaaaaaay”
So then we get a tape measure, take our footwear off and stand against a wall.
We’re both 5’ 10.75” (Apologies for mixing metric with whatever the other one is called.)
So we all agree. I’m the same height as B and B and I are both a quarter inch shy of 5’11”
The Europeans call it a correct height assesment. It stays (< Bit of a throwback QBN reference there, Fouty lovers)
But B... B really struggles to accept it. She can SEE all of the evidence. She cannot challenge any of the evidence, but she remains very much “I don’t know dude. I’m somehow taller even though there’s no evidence of that”. She remains skeptical.
That’s that part done. Different story channel now.
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Part b: Dating
This is months after the first part of the story. The whole height debate has long since been forgotten but B and I remain really good buddies.
I’m on the dating apps, I’m chatting to a few women, seeing which chats might coalesce into dates.
One comes out a clear match, the others fall away. BUT, there’s a really strange thing. One of the people who responded to my profile has communicated in a curious way, and said some curious things, and whilst I do not think could be a candidate for dating, I have a hunch. This is somebody with social anxiety issues. Somebody struggling to handle the world. Not like a basket case or a walking crisis, but painfully shy and cautious, and that’s been a long term affliction, and she’s clearly trying to makes things better in her 5th decade of life. She declares to me clearly that actually she isn’t looking for a partner so much as she would just really like to have a friend. It tugs on my compassion strings. I can do that for her. I am good with this sort of thing.
So I decide “I’m going to date THIS person here, but I’m going to be a friend to THIS person here, because she clearly needs somebody to help her”
I go on the date with the date... great. Job done.
I keep talking to the social anxiety person. She’s so fragile, cautious, doesn’t quite know how to navigate it. Her communication is so off the bluerprint of normal but she isn’t batshit crazy, just not good at communication and knowing what to say.
We talk a lot. She’s very guarded, is very afraid of revealing anything about herself, but she has fully admitted she has social anxiety.
She seems to maybe be an artist based on her profile pics. Making things, surrounded by craft materials. She also alludes to trying to complete a property deal down in London, or something. But she will not give any details of either thing, and she gets suspicious if I seem to be prying. Okay, very fragile, do this carefully and with kindness and patience.
I’m dating the date by now. Suddenly, unprecedented, I get a call from the fragile woman. She’s panicky, highly animated, she blurts a lot of random data noise at me and then she says “I think it’s time we met”.
I appreciate how much courage it must have took her to do that. I do not have the heart to say to her “hey, I’m dating, so the ship sailed” because I know that if I’m dating woman A I can't be meeting Woman B who I met on a dating site even if my intentions are altruistic and about supportive friendship. My date would NOT like that at all. But equally, I can't crush this woman’s confidence after she bum-rushed me on the phone like that. It took courage. I can’t destroy that for her.
So I decide... okay, I can explain to her that I am interested in meeting her as a friend only.
We agree. She wants to meet me outside the Apple store in Birmingham that Saturday.
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Part c: Convergence, by my own hand
I get to the Apple store and wait outside. Before too long a woman arrives, very serious face, very pensive, and she comes and stands before me. I forget her name but I’ll call her K. “Oh! K! Hi! how are you?”
Straight away, not missing a beat she says “You said in your profile you’re 5’11””
Me, non-plussed “errr, yeah?”
“Well you’re clearly not. WHY DO MEN LIE LIKE THIS?”
“what?”
“You’re about 5’6” DOES IT NOT OCCUR TO YOU THAT WOMEN WILL NOTICE?”
and she’s irate about this. She’s mad about it.
“MEN ALWAYS LIE ABOUT THEIR HEIGHT. IT’S NO WONDER YOU’RE SINGLE. WHY WOULD A WOMAN TRUST A LIAR?”
She’s heated. Fuming. Infuriated.
It’s in public, on a busy day, and she’s quite loud in her ire.
I try to tell her I am more or less 5’11”
“HA! MORE OR LESS! HA! LIAR!”
oh fuck. Fucking hell. And now I can see her I can see that she’s not just socially anxious. She’s a 50 year old woman that has some degree of independence, but she is kind of congenitally atypical. She looks nice and stuff. She wasn’t like The Thing, but it was also evident that this was more than just social anxiety.
I try to calm her down but she’s incensed.
“LOOK AT YOU! YOUR’RE SHORTER THAN ME AND I’M ONLY 5’7””
“Hey listen, calm down. I can assure you you’re not taller than me and that I’....”
“I AM LITERALLY AT LEAST 6” TALLER THAN YOU! MEN ARE ALL LIARS. YOU’VE WASTED MY TIME!”
I’m getting panicked now. This is alarming. I have no control at all.
Behind us is the glass of the Apple store. I suggest we go and stand in front of it and look at our reflections to see who is taller.
I am so fucking obviously taller it cannot be missed, but she says “I’M MUCH TALLER THAN YOU!”
What the actual fuck? Whaaaaaat?
me “Okay K, listen, why don’t we go and get a coffee, sit and chat, forget about this and find out a little about each other, okay?”
We walk to a coffee shop just round the corner. She’s cold, non-communicative, flashing angry energy.
I buy the coffees, we sit in a booth facing each other.
I try to steer the conversation “So, K, tell me about yourself... tell me about that horse statuette you’re making in the photograph”
“I’M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING! HOW CAN I TRUST YOU???”
me “okaaaaay, well then okay maybe you’d like to ask me about myself then. We can talk about that if you prefer”
“I DON’T NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU. YOU LIE. TYPICAL MAN. I COULDN’T TRUST ANYTHING YOU SAY ANYWAY”.
me “okay so what shall we talk about? We’re here in this coffee shop and it’s a chance to talk. We can talk about anything. You decide”
“LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR HEIGHT, AND HOW MAYBE THAT’S WHY YOU ARE SINGLE, BECAUSE NO WOMAN COULD EVER TRUST YOU”
Louder. Louder. And people listening won’t have the context. They’ll only see a distressed woman accusing a man in a coffee shop booth. And it’s loud. She keeps going. Ranting endlessly, almost frothing. Loud.
In desperation, my brain zooms back to the exact same issue about my height with B. B has NO IDEA at all I’m on this date. B and I send each other whatsapp texts or whatsapp audios or videos, but we have never, ever, up to this point, actually phoned each other.
I decide I’ll phone her. I’m in a crisis and I need a friend. She wont know why I’m phoning her but she’s smart and she’s my friend and she’ll know there’s got to be a point to it.
I say to K “okay listen K I’m going to phone my friend and without giving her any context she will answer a simple question about how tall I am, because we measured each other a while ago and she knows how tall I am”
“YOU? HAVE A FRIEND? AND A FEMALE FRIEND? WHY ISN’T SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND? IS IT BECAUSE YOU LIED TO HER AS WELL?”
whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Fuuuuuuuuuck
I put the phone down, dial B’s number and put it on loudspeaker. B picks up
“hey buddy how’s it going?”
“Erm, not great B but I just want to ask you a question real quick and please just answer honestly and I will explain what’s going on later”
B “okay sure thing”
Me “Okay B, remember months ago when we measured our heights”
B “oh yeah. We’re the same height!”
me “That’s right B, now please just say how tall we both are”
B “ yeah we’re both FIVE FOOT SEVEN INCHES”
Me “B... what? .....what?”
B “yeah, we both figured out we’re the same height and I’d been walking around thinking I was 5’11” and I’m not. So crazy!”
Me “okay Bye B. I’ll call you back later”
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Part d: outcome
So I was done. Cooked. Sunk. B had misremembered our heights not as 5’11” but as 5’7”
K is now just a horrible casserole of victory, ire, outrage, and unstable emotional zero self control. She EVISCERATES ME. I am totally at a loss now what to do or say. She condemns men. She digs deep into a theoretical notion of my entire life of failure and my corrupted, decaying soul. It’s fucking brutal and I just sit there, absorbing it all. It’s apparent to me by now that all the pictures of her doing art are an art therapy room in an assisted living place. She is an adult, able to make some decision for herself but actually she lives an assisted lifestyle. It all becomes so obvious. She’s very fragile and this is suddenly a VERY scary situation to be in. Not that she could be dangerous directly, but fuck... I’m a total stranger meeting a person dependent on care and she is VERY VERY upset and out of control.
It’s awful. I say to her “Okay K listen, this has gone on too long now and there’s no point in us continuing. So I’m going to wait until you’re a bit more composed and then I’m going to leave. I’m going to ask the staff here in the coffee shop to assist you if you need it, but I’m going to go” and I add “It’s been really interesting meeting you and I do wish you well with your search for friends, but I can’t be that friend you need I’m sorry”
She stops her rabid ranting immediately, looks at me with surprised, sad eyes and says “You’re leaving?”
All of the fire had left her.
“yes K, I think it’s best that we end here and you can get home”
“But... but what about our date?”
“K this hasn’t been a very pleasant experience for either of us, so it’s just time to go”
Her eyes begin to well up, She’s sad. really sad.
“So you’re just going?”
“I am K, yes. Listen you take care and hey, keep going. I am certain you will find a friend”
K, softly, weakly and darkly “ohhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooo” and she just collapses into a sobbing mess. She collapses like one of those chocolate orbs that they pour hot syrup on in wanabee fancy restaurants at dessert time. It’s a DRAMATIC collapse.
I slide out of the booth, go and tell the staff my best attempt at what had happened. How I think she might be a vulnerable individual but I am a male stranger so I can’t really be the person who takes her out of here and tries to get her home. I offer them the option of sending me a bill for a taxi or something. They agree completely that I should go, and they promise to take care of her. They go over to the booth, about three women from the coffee shop, and I leave.
====
Part e: postscript
me “B, what the actual fuck?”
B “what? what was that about?”
I tell her what it was about. She guffaws loudly
“Oh yeah, I forget we agreed we were 5’11” I thought we agreed we were 5’7”"
- He's back with a vengeance.palimpsest
- propahans_glib
- I think you should do a zine with these or something.webazoot
- That's all I had. I'm done now.Horp
- Jesus that sounds both horrendous and ultimately pointless. Brilliant story though!DaveO
- You are a patient, patient man. And a great writer/storyteller. 5 stars. Would recommend.stoplying
- If anyone seems weird at first, they are 100% batshit crazy.Frosty_spl
- torpor .. learnt a new word todayautoflavour
- wow, ok, just read all of that. legit tho, the minute she kicked off about the height i would have been out. lifes too short of chaos of that sortautoflavour
- jagara4
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My new laptop has a touch screen. Who wants or needs that?
- detachable or foldable keyboard
u probably can use it as a tablet?sted - Engineers, more usefull than you thinkOBBTKN
- lolsted
- @sted lol at what?jagara
- OBBTKN's epic commentsted
- In windows, you can disable touch in device manager.mort_
- Don't laugh, engineers, are very usefull,OBBTKN
- @mort_ I know and i did. Just wondered who would be interested after Windows 8.jagara
- Remember that shit? Live tiles and stuff? *Shudders*jagara
- https://www.google.c…jagara
- I've got a Surface Pro, love it. A friend of mine (who is an engineer ;)) owns a laptop with a touch screen, and uses it for work in Solid Edge... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯OBBTKN
- I used my Surface as an example, but it's a completely different concept than a laptop... I see little use for it on a laptop, to be honest.OBBTKN
- swipe your browser tabs with your weenee?milfhunter
- Surface, okay I get it. But a on a macbook air style laptop? Why?jagara
- Eww, you're a PC-laptop guy.NBQ00
- How do I disable touch outside of my house? Touch disabled t-shirt?slappy
- detachable or foldable keyboard
- palimpsest7
- cheerssted
- Наздравеpalimpsest
- This too shall passutopian
- НаздравеKrassy
- Horp12
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Coincidences
Story 1A few weeks ago I was at the family home and both daughters were at home.
Both my daughters are teenagers, with long hair that must always be getting washed, and delicate faces which must always be tended to and crafted.
We only have one bathroom. I vitoed a second one when we remodelled, believing it to be additional complications at the expense of space.
But I do often need to shit.
It gets Hollywood Thriller tense sometimes. The girls (three, including their mother) only need the bathroom for about six hours, and that six hours usually starts with the slam of the bathroom door just seconds after my bowel informs me it would be a great time to shit.
I've frequently palpitated and sweated, clenching and stock still but radiating dramatic deperation at the foot of the stairs for literally hours sometimes. Just hoping to catch the three second window when one teenager swoops out and another, herself impatient but for different reasons to my own, swoops in.
About three weeks ago one daughter and her mum had gone out. My bowel had just triggered my youngest daughter to Occupy The Bathroom, and I had become quite seriously distressed after a good long while of hoping she wouldn't be much longer now.
I kept hoping, I never wavered in my conviction that some day, eventually, she would leave the bathroom.
And then I did waver, and I did lose hope, because my bowel said "ok, it's time to shit now"
For the first time ever I had no choice. I waddled into the kitchen, grabbed two bin liner sacks and the kitchen roll. I lay one sack down flat out behind my closed bedroom door, and fashioned a bucket of the other.
I stripped off and took a shit on my bedroom floor. It was an aggressive, non-compliant, voluminous diaspora of what seemed to be six months of intake participating in a lavishly staged review. All the angst and all the rebellion. The full spectrum of the human experience.
Maybe it was just the incongruity of shitting in a bag on tne floor that made it seem so big, so ambitious, so no-holds-barred. Or maybe it was just a big shit with a chip on its shoulder.
Anyway the moment I was committed and the masthead was hitting the bag, the bathroom door was flung open audibly. The bathroom was free.
But also, at the exact same time, my wife and daughter arrived back home and started calling for me right outside my door to urgently respond to their need for a bag carrier.
So I had to shout DO NOT COME IN.
Which seemed sinister and sleazy.
And then, shit smells. And it's a free roaming, pernicious smell. So soon, everybody knew I'd just taken a shit on my bedroom floor, for the first time in my life.
These moments of coincidence happen to me all of the time. I can set my watch by them.
Not my asshole though.
- well... shit... that was a lot of crap to read... I'm going to have to let this digest a bit...PonyBoy
- ok.... can't wait for story 2....hans_glib
- At long last you’re back!mort_
- Welcome back ;)
Awaiting to story 2 hereOBBTKN - And... for God's sake, screw the renovation, make room for a second bathroom; I have two teenage daughters and they have a bathroom just for them!OBBTKN
- The best investment of your life and for your mental health, seriously.OBBTKN
- Yep. 2 teenage sons. Couldn’t work without a 2nd bathroom.mort_
- Not coincidence, IBS. Anxiety can be a trigger, so blame your daughters.garbage
- Umm PICTURES NEXT TIME!futurefood
- Fellow one-bathroom father here with 2 sons. We keep a 5 gallon bucket behind the shed for emergencies. But every morning, one of us is knocking on the door...stoplying
- ...telling whoever is in there to HURRY UP.stoplying
- Wow! I can’t imagine sharing my bathroom with the kids and they’re just little boys.monospaced
- Far too polite. My family will loudly declare their urges and you're going to hear about it with urgency until you vacate. Also, you did this to yourself.cotton
- I'll admit it eas a mistake 20 years ago when I nixed bathroom 2, which was en suite in the main bedroom. Big mistake. But we're selling up soon anyhoo.Horp
- The whole "bang the door, tell them to get a move on" does not work here. Better to just shit yourself than tip rocks down that volcano.Horp
- You can imagine it mono.canoe
- Hahaha this is glorious!_niko
- We lucked out and got 3 bathrooms, and trust me, we need them lol. My toilet time is precious and extended every morning. Lol.monospaced
- LOL, great story!renderedred
- What a WONDERFUL day to be able to read. LOLAkagiyama
- It was an aggressive, non-compliant, voluminous diaspora of what seemed to be six months of intake participating in a lavishly staged review.maquito
- That.
Is.
Gold.maquito - So well written I can almost smell it. :)monospaced
- a beautifully told horror story.mantrakid
- use your wordstbgoodwillie
- Must be a corn chip on its shoulderbezoar
- Buying a couple of makeup desks with large mirrors with lights around them for the girls bedrooms might get more free bathroom time.microkorg
- Oh they have those mirrors. This is hair washing rituals.Horp
- Just want you to know, this writing is so beautiful that I printed it out to share with my wife.nocomply
- YakuZoku28
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Upvote money dog and that Andrew Yang guy might run again and offer free money since there will be no jobs, but I'm pretty sure Camacho will win according to the prophecy so nevermind about Andrew Yang, upvote money dog to increase your chances of finding $50k in a paper bag by 1000000000%
- NBQ000
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What's the closest (and legal) supplement or "drug" that has the same effect as the limitless drug?
- exerciseGardener
- I find daily Lionsmane gets rid of 'brain fuzz'. But it's not really an improvement of brain function. There are other funghi/mushrooms that claim enhanced ...Morning_star
- ...function but with limited effects.
Your better off with clean food (unprocessed), plenty of sleep and excercise.Morning_star - *you'reMorning_star
- I'm with Gardener. Dopamine, serotonin and endorphin.OBBTKN
- Sex with your girlfriend.palimpsest
- Modafinil is the closest apparently_niko
- cokepango
- a mix of various...neverscared
- Vyvanse...you gotta deal with the ego though.brothernoah
- I’m with pango.mort_
- L-Theanineskinny_puppy
- Sleep
Exercise
Dietjagara - Coke
It won't make you do all those things
But it will make you feel like can
Same thingpalimpsest - Kanna. But consult me before buying and using. Very delicate.Beeswax
- PCP and Meth stackjagara
- taking smart pills won't make you less of a racist shitbag cunt.face_melter
- But a more efficient one!jagara
- Never been racist and still ain't. Sorry that I don't like Sharia law and Islamists who don't respect our western values.NBQ00
- You're just too dumb to use these pills, they work better with smart people ;)grafician
- Wait, are you calling me dumb?NBQ00
- kingsteven12
- I too have heard that sex is nice.palimpsest
- lolNBQ00
- Lolzmort_
- Horp3
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Coincidences
Story 2I've been working in Birmingham since my dad died. I wanted to keep my mum company. It's been about 18 months in total. I stay at my mum's house.
I am a registered resident in Hove though, maybe 200 miles away (I don't fucking know how many actual miles it is). My dentist is in Hove, and in the UK we have an NHS x Dental collab situation.
If you fail to meet your mandated schedule of visits, you can get struck off a dentist's books and it can be a long time on a waiting list to get another dentist.
Because I was in Birmingham and due at a client meeting, I had had to postpone a scheduled check up. I did it in good time, and chose a new date.
When that new date came around I was once again unable to attend as I needed to be in York, so I had to postpone a second time.
I got warned that time. Flagged up as wavering in my commitment and procrastinating with my tithe.
It's NHS linked, but dentists are private practices and you have to pay. If you want to be on the books you have to pay for your alloted appointments. If not... you're not a profitable part of their business. You're taking up a revenue space on the database.
Rebooked. Each time I postpone it's months between the bookings.
Booking 3 comes around and last moment there is an emergency and I cannot get back to Hove.
I get my final warning. Miss one more...that's it. You're out.
By the way, this story is really boring. Not like the thrill-a-minute bag of shit one.
I was going to be spending December in Jamaica this year (not anymore), but my passport was in that danger zone of 10 months left where you can find you get refused even though it's technically still valid.
So the whole dentists thing has gone on for a about a year, and my latest rebooking, at 12.45 today was agreed about three months ago.
About a week or so ago I decided to go ahead and renew my passport.
I did the process, uploaded a pic, paid, and sent off my old passport.
They say it can take up to six weeks.
Two days later I'm notified my application is approved.
Two days later I'm notified my passport is being printed.
Two days later, it's in the post
Then I get a Royal Mail message notifying me my new passport is being sent special delivery and must be signed for...
And they tell me it's coming between 11.30 and 1.30 today.
Exactly when I need to be at the dentist.
And honestly, I keep a VERY open, uneventful schedule. Out of literally billions of delibery slots, the only two things I am obliged to attend to in literally months and months of easy retired living is
1. Pay my tithe to my dentist
2. Sign for my passportBoth are required, at exactly the same time.
It blows my mind.
=
Listen, fuck off I know it's a boring story. I'm logging (< pun) coincidences for scientific appreciation, not writing titillating soft porn magazine articles.
- Cool story, a bit long, but I prefer it to the first one :)OBBTKN
- Damnit. Wheres the ending.
This was well told, I'm on the edge of my seat. What happened*?
*Unless it involves bin liner sacks again in which case...webazoot - How it ended is boring. My coparentee had to hang around for the passport delivery. Story 3 is good. I promise.Horp
- less coincidences more sod's lawhans_glib
- Thanks for the resolution. I'm glad it turned out well even if it wasn't dramatic.webazoot
- renderedred4
- Yet, the self is but an illusion.mort_
- one too manyneverscared
- mort_4
- Rectum of the year disqualification roundmort_
- https://youtu.be/cPp…mort_
- "Kiss me where the sun don't shine!"Krassy
- ideaist6
Transfatty - The Hemingway
To avoid interaction with the lizard King (Zuckerberg):
https://secure.givelively.org/do…
#TransfattyLives #TransfattyDies
XO @Transfatty
- OBBTKN3
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At my wife's recommendation, I was thinking of changing my work hours from 7 a.m. to 3 p.m.
Bugger, I have clients who also work past 3 p.m.
Let's see what I can come up with to explain this to her without ruining our relationship. lol
- You can still do it. Everyone has differnt work hours. They'll get over it.HAYZ1LLLA
- And of course... right now it's 22°C, a beautiful and sunny autumn day, superb!OBBTKN
- I get it Hayzilla, but in autumn I need my 10 or 11 hours of work, along with spring, it's crazy busy for me :(OBBTKN
- I work 7:30am - 4pm, anyone who emails me after 4 gets a reply the next day. We also schedule work out weeks in advance so there is less pressure. Short lunchesslappy
