Bad Day
 

I really had a bad day today, so I had to eat a lot of chocolate. I wonder what you do when everything seems going wrong!

Detonate:censored:

I throw the dog in the trusty datsun and take him to the local beach. I figure one of us may as well be happy.

I had a bad day myself...I vented with my boss for about an hour and felt much better. Then I apparently got the toenail of my little toe caught on my sock...ripped the whole toenail out. Goddamn that hurt...still does.

Not a bad day, but not par. More like a bogie.

My suggestion to you when you're having a bad day is to go ahead and hit the bottle.It hasn't solved anything for me yet in my life,but Wolf won't let me smoke a doobie.Drinking is terrible for your body...but,hey I need to self-medicate somehow.

You have no IDEA from "bad day" ...

People who work normal jobs don't totally get what it means to have 3 interview rooms and four patients who need them, with several others wandering around the community or languishing in police stations waiting .... not to mention the five loose in the lobby. AND every time we thought we were "on top of things" a police department came in with another damn drunk ... who was too drunk to be seen and had to be taken to the ER by OUR ambulance, which then wasn't able to get the guy at the police station elsewhere ... add to that, nearly everyone I had to deal with had an IQ around room temperature, including one little old lady who I had to tell her daughter was in the hospital "She's WHERE?" "the mental hospital." "What? Was she in an accident?" "No, Ma'am. no accident. She was going to kill herself in the Valley Forge National Park." "She wasn't at Valley Forge Park. She was at work." "No Ma'am. She left work and went to the park to kill herself, but the rangers found her before she did anything, and she's fine." "She's where?" "The psychiatric hospital." "WHAT?? Was she in an accident?"

There comes a point where you just have to give the phone number and tell people to check on their family members in the morning.

I went into work an hour early, and ended up staying three hours late.

Oh, I even had the joy of someone pissing in an exam room. And there was the guy that was running around naked outside of another hospital ... that was entertaining in it's way, but dammit, I ended up with him too.

Banner evening.

I arrived home at about 0345hrs.

Next time that you think you're having a bad day...

1. The average cost of rehabilitating one seal after the XX Valdez oil spill in Alaska was $80,000. At a special ceremony, two of the most expensively-saved animals were released back into the wild amid cheers and applause from onlookers. A minute later a killer whale ate them both.


2. A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her repeatedly with an axe leaving her mentally retarded.


3. In 1992, Frank Perkins of Los Angeles made an attempt on the world flagpole-sitting record. Suffering from the flu, he came down eight hours short of the 400-day record; his sponsor had gone bust, his girlfriend had left him and his phone and electricity had been cut off.


4. A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current she whacked him with a handy plank of wood by the back door, breaking his arm in two places. Until that moment he had been happily listening to his walkman.


5. Two animal rights protesters were protesting the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.


6. Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb; he opened it and was blown to bits.

Knowing where Pi is, and what that all entails, I wonder if any of us could have *possibly* have had a worse day?

Also, no one asked him what, exactly, had comprised his bad day. I mean, what if his Humvee came under RPG attack or something?

Pi? What happened, man?

Whoops...
 

I just noticed that the pic of Pi holding the AK 47 wasn't current, and that it was noted that he is in Belgium, and therefore probably was not in imminent threat of his life.

So...did you get a bad waffle or something, Pi? ;)

First : Wolf you're my personal hero today!
Second : I'm confortably installed in Brussels right now (pic was taken 2 weeks ago during a desert training session).
Third : After all my day wasn't that bad. They didn't let me enter in the club (it was Pretty People Party, so I didn't see all these beauties and it was a punch to my self-esteem) because I didn't smile to the big, strong, tall idiot at the door. (My friends were already inside, so I was alone in the street).
My computer crashed 8 times in a day and I lost twice the work of an hour. My mobile phone doesn't work anymore and they served fish for lunch. Plus some personal problems I don't really want to explain...

But I'm touched by your concern. Thanks folks

Go back to the club, and ask the guy at the door to fix your computer. Offer him fish.

great post, storm.....funny stuff.

all i had to contend with yesterday was a flooded basement, but I self medicated, broke out the shop vac with pump and with jinx's help, managed to keep my tools from floating away.

could have been worse.

I chainsmoke and drink lots of coffee.

i thought you were like 15 or something?!

uhhh..... sixteen.

oh, then i was WAY off. my mistake. when did you start smoking?

i'm not giving you shit, i started when i was 15(quit at 27?), but i didnt start coffee until i was 20 or so.

why did you feel like you should mention that in this thread, though?

I would assume that's what Rokko does when he's stressed out.

Rokko, please understand that I'm not trying to give you a lecture here (I still smoke and used to drink 2 pots of coffee a day)...but Goddamn, man, tell me you're not doing that kind of thing on a regular. If you can quit that kind of shit now, you'll be so much better off in the long run. It's so much easier to do when you're younger, IMO.

I started smoking and drinking coffee at 19 (I'm 28 now). I kicked caffeine a year ago, but the smoking is still an issue. :blunt:

I lack coping skills. Im sorta self destructive, and i often find it hard to care about myslef. As i see it, i could easily be doing much worse things (harder drugs, drinking) but iveset my limit at smoking and the occasional bowl of weed.

And sycamore was right. Thats what i do when im stressed out.

Normally, its about 2 packs/week and 2 cups of coffee a day.

That rate quickly goes up when im stressed or angry.

The next time your having a bad day imagine this:

Your a siamese twin. your brother, joined at your waist is gay. your not. he has a date coming over tonight and you only have one ass. feel better?

Bad Days
 

Car accident today. No injuries, but I expect I may be in the market for a new car. We'll see what the appraiser says.

How'd I deal? I went to CompUSA and got some toys, then I went to my parent's place and did some woodworking and tried out a new pasta maker. Then it was back home for two of the better episodes of "Babylon 5". :3eye:

for a bad day, i would recommend a punching bag or a drumset- great stress relievers!!! if none of those are available, go through your kitchen cabinets right now, and set aside any chipped plates, and mismatched glassware that you don't like and any glassware that you never really use. then, when you get pissed off, throw them against the wall, one by one. feels so good.

Besides eating a lot of chocolate, I go for some running when I'm stressed or depressed. Mostly because of the fresh air and the silence, but also because you can concentrate on your feelings an thoughts. Some say that the shocks on your feet will have a benefic effect against headaches and bad mood.

I hope you're not running in wooden shoes, Pi.:)

I mull quietly, bottle it all up inside, and then take it out on the person that's closest to me.

It's probably the best way to handle things. ;)

And read.


Sidhe

Not that it is life threatening or anything, but the cmos battery in the laptop that I use for school went out this weekend. Talk about an obscure item in a town that's only just entering the '90s.

All of my notes and class papers and recordings are as inaccessible as the moon yet sitting right next to me as I type.

Jumper cables.:)

I couldn't find the part number, even on IBM's own website.

I ended up having to pull the battery assembly, figure out what kind of batter it was, and then rebuild it with the new battery. All between the 8:00 opening time of Office Depot and my 9:00 class.

My worst days in the past few months have involved people dropping dead unexpectedly and car troubles. When I'm down, I hurl HB onto the bed (or any available surface) and have my way with him. This makes us both feel much better.



edited for spelling. I'm a terribel typest when i'm hot and bothrd.

I love fuckin' therapy.:cool:

I will have to try that. Could you post his address and schedule?

I'm sorry, but HB is currently a sole-source provider with an exclusive contract to provide my therapy on a daily basis, if needed. He is unable to see any other clients at this time.

Can I provide you with some referrals? What kind of insurance do you have?

I'll say it isn't the best idea, but the bottle does provide some relaxation after a shitty day at the office. A better idea, though, is to get out to the park and walk around and enjoy the quiet. What that doesn't solve, calling in sick and enjoying a day on the water in a boat will.