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Started by Salty, February 02, 2014, 03:49:04 AM

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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

I am so so excited about my chem lab partner not being there Wednesday. It's like I can breathe!
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


The Good Reverend Roger

Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:57:03 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 11, 2014, 01:26:45 AM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:17:03 AM
Everyone's sick, and I'm stuck at home. I should be studying but I feel burned out, so here I am. I'll try not to be too cranky.

I got some good news today though;

1. I got 96% on my last chemistry midterm.

2. My lab partner won't be in for the last lab on Wednesday.

I have a job interview tomorrow, too.

I almost punched one of the guys who sits in my group in bio lab today; he was doing his usual obnoxious taking-over and talking-over-people thing in the back room of the lab, and he was interfering with me getting some info from another guy (who I like and respect and would like to work with), and then when I walked away he FOLLOWED ME and proceeded to hover over my shoulder and try to tell me how I should fill out MY lab worksheet.

I'm not working with this asshole next term, I don't care what I have to do to get rid of him. The rest of the people in my lab group are fine, I worked with the woman who hates plants last term and she's awesome, redheaded quiet kid is really nice and just sort of does his own thing, the other kid is perpetually confused and probably failing the class but other than periodically asking befuddled questions about really basic things he's not a problem, but THIS ONE BOSSY NOT-TOTALLY-COMPETENT GUY WITH BAD BREATH I am not working with again.

My fuse is short. He's lucky he didn't end up with a clipboard up his ass.

1.  WOO WOO!

2.  Chemistry class.  Asshole to be rid of.  There has to be a solution here, but what?

The asshole is in biology.

Buuuuut that doesn't limit the possibilities too much, I don't think.

HERE, HOLD THIS YERSINIA PESTIS FOR A SEC...
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 11, 2014, 03:01:33 AM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:57:03 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 11, 2014, 01:26:45 AM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:17:03 AM
Everyone's sick, and I'm stuck at home. I should be studying but I feel burned out, so here I am. I'll try not to be too cranky.

I got some good news today though;

1. I got 96% on my last chemistry midterm.

2. My lab partner won't be in for the last lab on Wednesday.

I have a job interview tomorrow, too.

I almost punched one of the guys who sits in my group in bio lab today; he was doing his usual obnoxious taking-over and talking-over-people thing in the back room of the lab, and he was interfering with me getting some info from another guy (who I like and respect and would like to work with), and then when I walked away he FOLLOWED ME and proceeded to hover over my shoulder and try to tell me how I should fill out MY lab worksheet.

I'm not working with this asshole next term, I don't care what I have to do to get rid of him. The rest of the people in my lab group are fine, I worked with the woman who hates plants last term and she's awesome, redheaded quiet kid is really nice and just sort of does his own thing, the other kid is perpetually confused and probably failing the class but other than periodically asking befuddled questions about really basic things he's not a problem, but THIS ONE BOSSY NOT-TOTALLY-COMPETENT GUY WITH BAD BREATH I am not working with again.

My fuse is short. He's lucky he didn't end up with a clipboard up his ass.

1.  WOO WOO!

2.  Chemistry class.  Asshole to be rid of.  There has to be a solution here, but what?

The asshole is in biology.

Buuuuut that doesn't limit the possibilities too much, I don't think.

HERE, HOLD THIS YERSINIA PESTIS FOR A SEC...

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Junkenstein

Back in the land of the heathen. Imported a disconcertingly large amount of breakfast foods. Wife displeased. Various butchers and bakers quite pleased.

Nine naked Men just walking down the road will cause a heap of trouble for all concerned.

Junkenstein

Quote from: The Suu on March 07, 2014, 02:01:04 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:09:47 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 07, 2014, 09:54:46 AM
I could care less, there's just no good sliced sausage round here and the things they call "Potato Scones" are a horrible joke. 

Potato Scones

Potato Scones

Potato Scones

There needs to be some sort of fucking intervention of British Isle cuisine, damnit.

P3nt forgot Sauté potatoes and/or hash browns but has otherwise shown himself to be the only person here capable of understanding what breakfast truly means.

Nine naked Men just walking down the road will cause a heap of trouble for all concerned.

Ben Shapiro


Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Mesozoic Mister Nigel

And now it's motherfucking yoga time.

I fucking hate yoga.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


P3nT4gR4m

Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:11:57 PM
And now it's motherfucking yoga time.

I fucking hate yoga.

:eek: Isn't yoga, like, a hobby kind of thing?

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Eater of Clowns

Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on March 11, 2014, 01:59:34 PM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:11:57 PM
And now it's motherfucking yoga time.

I fucking hate yoga.

:eek: Isn't yoga, like, a hobby kind of thing?

If you don't do yoga, they kick you out of Portland.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

Quote
the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.

The Good Reverend Roger

Quote from: Eater of Clowns on March 11, 2014, 02:11:14 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on March 11, 2014, 01:59:34 PM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 01:11:57 PM
And now it's motherfucking yoga time.

I fucking hate yoga.

:eek: Isn't yoga, like, a hobby kind of thing?

If you don't do yoga, they kick you out of Portland.

Also, it makes Bikram Choudhury a sad, sad swami.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

The Good Reverend Roger

Trying to get comprehensible answers out of operations concerning a breakdown.

It's reached the "What is it, boy?  Did Timmy fall down the well again?" stage.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

LMNO


The Good Reverend Roger

In other news, my desk phone has mysteriously been beaten to death.
" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Eater of Clowns

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 11, 2014, 02:58:07 PM
In other news, my desk phone has mysteriously been beaten to death.

Common problem, although I thought they'd recalled that model.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

Quote
the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.