This is a discussion on The (stream of conscious?) venting thread for INTJ. within the INTJ Forum - The Scientists forums, part of the NT's Temperament Forum- The Intellects category; Originally Posted by contradictionary Listening to all of you guys, and girls, on depressions, make me really depressed. I never ...
My companion came up with the slogan, "Las Vegas: You can't get there from here." We walked 8 miles per day, but never got very far. Everything is set up to be a distraction, and the excess provides a false sense of accomplishment. I'd go nuts not having anything 'productive' to do but spend money.
Got suckered into listening to a time-share pitch in exchange for free food and ride tickets, and the evil corporation vibes were comical (complete with being seated in front of a giant, glowing, sharp-edged logo on an otherwise empty wall). The pitch went something like, "You work hard. You are so much better than a vacation. We give you a lifestyle." They put up a picture of a 'dingy' motel room and wrinkled their noses, and then flashed a view of vaulted ceilings, white, breezy windows and open rooms, nodding their heads, saying, "Which one is you? Which do you deserve?"
Now it is certain: I'm a dingy motel.
<<<<<<-------------------take it frum a koon!
Win u git to Naw leens do this place. Lotta par dee spots and many good but this mah fav:
The Beach on Bourbon - Bourbon Street New OrleansThe Beach on Bourbon | If you're lucky enough to be at the Beach… You're lucky enough.
Its on Bourbon only like 2 maybe 3 blocks up from Canal St.
Jus sayin ; Jonny Koon Luzsha baybee!
trying to break my lychee 'juice' habit: actual juice [pineapple] with coconut flour mixed into it [well, it's there. ain't like there's anything else to be done with it].
i might as well at least get some vitamin c for my slush fetish.
process server tells me buttface has taken to calling HIM. well, one phone call so far. she needs his 'investigative skillz' and his help because she's a marked . . . uh, woman i guess. she suspects it's the babydaddy, who is now [allegedly, and/or at this current time] her daughter's ex. he's either planning to kidnap the kids, or he's out to kill her, or neither or both.
but in any case she needs a private investigator because there were helicopters over the house at 2 am and she just knows someone is coming for her and she had to hide in the car port all night. big fat eyeroll.
i don't even think anymore she's gone over the edge and this is real paranoia of any kind. i just thing it's her new rationalization for why she 'can't' deal with more mundane and more boring things. such as me and my upcoming costs.
Won't get into specifics, but these are the times I rage and people mistake me for an ESTJ (and I admittedly question myself as well).
Here's the rage inducing list, and three people hit the trifecta this morning already (well it was actually four things, but I have no idea what that is called and I'm raging pretty hard right now):
- Laziness or procrastination
- Complaining or pouting
- Unexpected change
- Being surrounded by mess or disorganization
- People who respond with extreme emotions to normal situations
- Impractical people
- Having their time wasted
Me and Anti Vax hippie friend have managed to plan a sleep over. She lives with her parents at the moment but is going to house sit somewhere and asked if I wanted to come over so me and M are going to spend the night there so her and I can sit up and have a glass of wine and chat without kids.
We are super different on the surface but we get along really well so I'm looking forward to it.
Autumn is in the air all of a sudden. It's nice. Should probably start thinking about what to plant once the summer veggies are done.
My reduce waste project had its most successful week yet: I only had one bin liner 2/3s full in the bin this week. Usually there were at least 3 full ones.
Beautiful morning today :)
Me: Hey, i think you made many omission on the invoicing to the customer. You forgot to calculate this, this and that, also to include those.
Him and Her: Okay, will do. Sent!
Me: Read. Although i can see the total figure is already quite near I couldn't fathom how you could end up with those exact numbers in the detail because i have never seen those numbers, where did you get them?
Him and Her: This way (showing some very simple calculation).
Me: I see. But this particular part you should not calculate that way. They are fixed costs, you shouldn't treat them as variables. Bla, bla, bla.
Him and Her: Duh, (in short: why you make our life so difficult???)
Me: I am trying to help this company to get proper payment and your life easier because there is no way you could go pass them, the customer, without being questioned in much more detail than I do. You will need to be able to defend your calculation.
Him and Her: blank faces
Me: (fuck it) Let me do it myself and send it to you guys. You just follow as it is.
Me: (doing this thing is fucking beneath me and i shouldn't do their job but... fuck it, fuck it, fuck it). Sent! Complete with instructions.
(wishing they would not fuck up again).
Him and Her: Nice, okay!
Then proceed to send the invoices to the customer, not entering the detailed breakdown that i have provided and instructed to put. But rather attach my detail calculation and some instructions on how to end up to the numbers, which I didn't tell them to do.
Where do i find pest exterminator when i need one?