Real convo between me and a friend awhile back:
ME: I don't get Vegas.
HER: Oh, Nat. That's because you don't debauch.
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Real convo between me and a friend awhile back:
ME: I don't get Vegas.
HER: Oh, Nat. That's because you don't debauch.
Sometimes I worry that I'll die at an inoppurtune moment and the police will have to go through my room, and will wonder why I have a paycheck envelope filled with melted candle wax. I'm hoping they think I'm a conceptual artist, or something like that.
Vegas is a gaudy nightmare. Ugly as hell. Children and prostitutes everywhere you go.
Maybe I've had the unusual experience, but I've always found cops in Vegas to be really, really nice. Like, offering to walk you back to your hotel nice. Pulling over and helping you find your way on your map nice. Suggesting a good restaurant nice.
They're not like cops, they're like concierges.
But are they like... Mancierges?
Sycophant's observation makes this post awesome.Quote:
Originally Posted by Melville
I watched the British open as well. The end was very hard to watch. Sad for Watson...wish he would have won.
Also, ABC has the worst coverage. The first hour we didn't see a single shot from the field, just human interest stories and replays from 20 years ago. Fuck you, ABC.
So annoyed at my former boss. She traded me to another division, made all the decisions without consulting me (including my last day) and gave me zero instructions on how to handle the transition.
It just so happens that I love my new position and never want to go back.
But NOW she's asking me for all this... stuff... most of which I already gave her before I left, or I asked if she wanted before I left, and she refused. She wants lists of my duties, documents I was maintaining, etc. and now she wants me to go back and do some filing. I don't work for you anymore, lady!
My new boss is trying to be accomodating, but I wish she'd just tell her to get stuffed.
Another hairpin turn, but try to follow me, here:
I want to buy a house. If I get one before December, I'll be able to get that $8,000 tax credit. Also, my parents spent two hours last night arguing about hardwood floors, and I'd like to move out while I still love them.
What were the two sides of the argument? I'm trying to fathom what it is about hardwood floors that could lead people to argue for two hours...
Oh, those two.Quote:
Originally Posted by monolith94
It was about division of labor-- who had done more to solve the hardwood floor problem.
Someday, when I'm not too annoyed at them, I'll tell you about The Fruit Wars.
your parents sound entertaining. can i move in when you move out?Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
See? If I didn't live with them, I would probably also find this endearing.Quote:
Originally Posted by ledfloyd
I've heard some strange things about that $8K credit Mara. Not entirely sure if they're true as I hear it from people that claim to know everything, because I've considered my own house as well. I passed because I'm starting to consider the idea of relocating entirely.
I've done some cursory research and it looks pretty cool. Unlike previous credits, it doesn't need to be repaid, unless you move within three years. (Can't do that. It's like homesteading.) There are income limits, which don't apply to me because I'm poor.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ezee E
My sister bought a home last year and got the credit. There was nothing fishy about it.
Also, it's refundable, so I get a check for over the amount I owe. That's, you know, money.
Nice. I wonder if they'll continue that over the next year or so.
As of right now, it's only good through Dec. 1st.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ezee E
My dad won't like it. But maybe I can talk him into it.
I would probably grow to hate Vegas if I went a lot, but my first and so far only time there I loved it. Loved. The historian side of me should have despised all of the faux, but goddamnit, I couldn't help but be taken along by the microcosmness of it all. It's kind of precious. It hummed with energy, not all of it pleasant of course, but that only made it feel more alive, as the cliche goes.
Where to? I'm thinking Austin here. Or Denver. Or Seattle.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ezee E
After spending a week in the Nevada desert a few years ago, I've given Las Vegas serious consideration as a place to live. That hot, dry climate was bliss.
Really depends on where some of my certifications will work. I want to visit Seattle and see what I think of that city. Lots of opportunities there.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lucky
I was playing around with properties for sale here in town, but I've finally hunkered down and I'm checking out Baltimore. It's more realistic.
Weeeee. I'm sitting in St Louis until Friday, and the garage door opener decided it was tired of hanging on to the ceiling, and is now on the garage floor, with the track/chain at a 45 degree angle. Fortunately, Jess took the truck to work instead of the car. It missed the car, but probably would've swiped the truck.
I could probably bolt that fucker back into place, but considering it took a nice drop, plus may have torqued the track, I'm thinking I'll have it professionally replaced, to the tune of $335, which isn't that bad for a professional install.
Just wish I was home to assess the situation myself.