Footy Chick wrote:I'm not sure if men can relate to this, but....
At work, we have 10 toilets in the ladies at our end of the building
I hate it when I'm the only person in the room and someone else comes in and uses the loo right next to me, instead of one of the other 7 available loos.
I feel like my personal space is being invaded, even though I cant actually see them
You should experience it at a urinal. You think YOUR space has been invaded?
Try someone using the one next to you, and the only way you can see if they're looking at your dick is to look their way, which makes it look like you're looking at their dick.
HH3 wrote:I have a million cats pics on my phone if people are happy for me to keep posting them
Yep keep posting them!
"The factory of the future will have only two employees, a man and a dog. The man will be there to feed the dog. The dog will be there to keep the man from touching the equipment" – Warren Bennis
Footy Chick wrote:I'm not sure if men can relate to this, but....
At work, we have 10 toilets in the ladies at our end of the building
I hate it when I'm the only person in the room and someone else comes in and uses the loo right next to me, instead of one of the other 7 available loos.
I feel like my personal space is being invaded, even though I cant actually see them
Very much so especially if you're dropping a deuce and trying to be as quiet as possible and then some animal goes flying in to the cubicle next to you and starts going hard. Not good.
"The factory of the future will have only two employees, a man and a dog. The man will be there to feed the dog. The dog will be there to keep the man from touching the equipment" – Warren Bennis
Footy Chick wrote:I'm not sure if men can relate to this, but....
At work, we have 10 toilets in the ladies at our end of the building
I hate it when I'm the only person in the room and someone else comes in and uses the loo right next to me, instead of one of the other 7 available loos.
I feel like my personal space is being invaded, even though I cant actually see them
YES! THIS! I hate it too. Especially as the person next to me always flings open the door with a massive crash so it bangs off the wall. I don't understand it. I never bang the door. Why are these other space-invaders so aggressive with the door? Is it an echo of past evolutionary traits? Perhaps in prehistoric times, women had to compete for the right of taking a dump in private, and the one who made the most noise/thumped the most heads won.
Hey Goose, ya big stud! Take me to bed or lose me for ever.
Honestly, I am ready to chuck my computer through the window after talking to her.
She has been very worried about the state of finances at my house for some time (yeah, it's not her business, but you cannot tell her to stop worrying about this s***, because she won't), because I only work 6-8 hours a week these days, devoting the rest of my time to finishing my Ph.D. I know she thinks I won't finish it, because she never finished HER Ph.D, and therefore I should really go and get a job as a public servant. That is her dream. Anyway, I thought it might cheer her up to tell her Mr McSpaz got the new job he'd applied for. A much better salary, the new company will pay for further training and qualifications in engineering, AND it gets him out of iiNet before TPG takes over. But when I said 'We'll need to get a second car for the first 3 months, as they won't give him a company car until after the probationary period' she made this 'ttt-onnnngh' noise - you know, the f***ing sound people make when they die playing Mario or something (not me - I feel about dying in computer games the same way I feel about football umpires, so my reactions are a little more extreme). Except she made this noise about 5 times and then proceeded to complain what an expense, what a hassle, what an inconvenience the whole thing was, and couldn't he have just stayed at his old job? OK, I'm not thrilled about depleting our savings for a car he's only going to sell again in a few months' time, but strike me pink, glass half empty much?
C'mon, cats are amazing. Mine got hit by a car, lost a rear leg and a tail, that was 10 years ago and he's now 15 and still kicking ass.
But the the thing that gives me the shits the most is politics. What a bunch of dildos, seriously and we pay their wages. Maybe we are the dickheads. Sack me all I say.
OK, I'm not thrilled about depleting our savings for a car he's only going to sell again in a few months' time, but strike me pink, glass half empty much?
