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Post by Albured on Apr 3, 2007 10:48:13 GMT -5
Here is a good one alcohol yep I said it I think it is time to give up drinking. I am sitting here with a massive hangover feeling like I have been though a meatgrinder and it comes to me why do I do this to myself. How come something so good turns so bad. It is all fun and games wile you are out with your freinds but then the next day bam like a brick to the face. With all our modern science we can't develop a type of alcohol that has all the kick and no hangover? Or almost as good a pill that just makes one dissapear. We can land a man on the moon or fake a landing in a hanger in texas and we can't cure a hangover? I think science should devote more time on this issue it could be if not mans greatest achivement one of it's most benifical but as far as I can tell nothing there arn't even a lot of new alcohols in the works! I mean when was the last time you saw a bilboard with a new liquer on it or a new and improved that wasn't a variation of a older one?
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Post by Fechak on Apr 3, 2007 11:03:28 GMT -5
It's called water homey... a miracle drug.
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Post by arvaitha on Apr 4, 2007 16:51:07 GMT -5
Actually, I have something that might help. Its called V8....no seriously. I found this out (I dont get hangovers but my boyfriend does horribly) and told my boyfriend about it. He now swears he knows the cure (almost) for hangovers. Drink as much of it as you can and it replaces alot of the sodium and whatever else you lose the alchohol drains out of you the night before. If you dont like V8....well I dont know what to tell you besides fruit juices like apple, orange, grapefruit, or pineapple. They are ok....but not like the V8!!
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Post by Kielon on Apr 4, 2007 17:30:41 GMT -5
According to Brainiac, taking two tylenol or aspirin and drinking a pint of water before bed on the night of the drinking helps reduce a hangover from an 8/10 to a 2/10. And Brainiac is British, so they were drinking real beer.
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Post by Fechak on Apr 4, 2007 18:13:04 GMT -5
Bah, I drink real beer, too mate. My European brothers would be proud. Not all Mericans drink piss... or lite piss.
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Post by Annalira Delshannon on Apr 4, 2007 23:01:44 GMT -5
Hear Hear for real Beer!
ahem... anyway...
And one of the reasons you get a hangover is that alcohol messes with one of the glands in your brain that produces what's called "anti-diuretics" - basically, your brain regulates your body's water content by producing this hormone that stops you from draining extra water out of your cells.
When you add alcohol, that little gland goes all lazy and sleepy and quits making the hormone, and your body ends up sucking all the water out of your cells because there's nothing to tell it to stop, and they get annoyed (and you end up making frequent trips to the little elf or little dwarf room, as it were). This means that you end up pretty dehydrated in the morning, hence the nasty headache.
SO - if you drink a bunch of water, your body can't filter it out of you as fast, you don't get as dehydrated, and you end up with less of a hangover. And the more alcohol you drink, the more water you need to chug before bed to keep the headache at bay. Taking the acetaminophen (Tylenol) just acts as a painkiller for whatever headache you might have had anyway.
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Post by Robbyn Jonathan on Apr 15, 2007 10:41:40 GMT -5
Back when I was trying to fit in with the lawyer crowd my home remedy was 3 glasses of water and 2 aspirins before bed. Perhaps I'm Brainiac, who knows. And, being Canadian, I drink real beer.
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Post by arvaitha on Jun 15, 2007 17:17:49 GMT -5
So my supervisor is away on vaca and that leaves me and one other supervisor to cover her shifts. Thats 6 days a week to work with these people who I didnt realize were such idiots until I had to start telling them what to do...........one step at a time. I mean, is this usually the case? Was I this stupid before I became part of the management? Kinda a scary thought. And how many times do I have to tell someone to do something until they get decide that they are not going to get out of doing it?!! UGH!! I need a drink!
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Post by Celera on Jun 15, 2007 17:56:03 GMT -5
sounds like the vacationing supervisor isn't doing her job as well as she could be. When you hire the right people and give them the right training you can go on vacation and things don't fall apart.
Unless you are supervising a bunch of teenagers, of course. In that case, you are probably out of luck.
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Post by Fechak on Jun 15, 2007 19:32:30 GMT -5
I had this dream I supervised a bunch of teenagers once... that was fun.
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Post by arvaitha on Jun 16, 2007 14:56:32 GMT -5
The problem is that all we are all government workers so there is a union that protects all idiots that would otherwise get fired from another job. Not to mention that they are ALL women, and even though I too am a woman, they cant seem to understand that they act like those teenagers mentioned above. I am the youngest in the office and feel like I am babysitting. I mean come on, stop conversating with your neighbor while waiting on the customer and that way the customer doesnt get offended and they dont have to come back and pay for whatever you just gave them and didnt charge for in the first place because you were too busy telling about your new boyfriend you met at the bar last night!!!!!!!!
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Post by Emizael on Jul 12, 2007 13:01:56 GMT -5
Trash. Trash. An interesting word, it falls off the tounge with a near melodious quality. A powerful, evocative word, liquid nearly, in the english parlance, and almost exclusive to the vernacular of our modern people.
Trash. What is it? By definition, the unwanted remains of society, or a place for those same unwanted remains.
The word itself, can have many meanings. You can use it as an epithath, or a descriptor of a person, place, or thing. You can use it as a verb, too. An interesting word, no matter the dichotomy.
But, now, in my mind, this powerful, simple word has so much deeper meaning.
Trash. I work in a store that takes trash. We take it, we clean it up, we sell it, and we use the profits from the sale of that trash to better the lives of people with disadvantages in society. Training folks to live, based on trash. That's what Goodwill does. We take the proceeds of our sales, and we use it to provide help for the helpless. We better the lives of thousands in our communites...with trash.
Trash. What you cannot sell in your yardsales, those things that your friends and families do not want, the things you cannot give away to anyone else, and the dump doesn't want...because the local dump charges you for the right to place your trash there.
I have to sort through all this trash. I have to find the things that can be rehabilitated, and make it worth of some kind of sale again. Dishware. Toys. Games. Housewares, furnitures, appliances and walking sticks, glasswares and candles, holiday things, old presents used and played with, and old presents never opened...
Trash. Gods above, I hate the word. Broken things, stuffed animals too well loved by children, or too well loved by children by the thousands...the one hundred year collection of coffee cups from dear grandma's attic...
I sort trash. TRASH! If you put these things on the sidewalk of your neighborhood, no one would take them! You can't get rid of it, nobody would ever steal these things, they're trash.
But, they come to me, in my little store, of about Nine-billion degrees during the summer...and I sort them. About 90% of that stuff, goes down the compactor, not worth even attempting to rehabilitate, broken dishwares, sharded glasses, grills never cleaned, still festering with last years cookouts...
But, sometimes, good stuff comes in. Old coats, hats, shoes, eyeglasses still in good repair, for the needy vets and homeless, the occaisional T.V. and stereo, books by the hundreds of thousands. Books, yes books. All kinds of books. Used clothing that is still quite decent, and some never even worn by the looks of them. Yes, we get good stuff all the time! Couches and loveseats, whole entertainment centers, computers and speakers and movies both VHS and DVD! We do indeed get good stuff.
But, the trash. The trash far, far outwieghs the good. The veritable mountains of trash that I sort through in a given day, it makes me wonder about society in general. It makes me wonder about the people who bring these things here, and how thier consciences must be so soothed, to know they donated something, and got a tax-reciepted write off for such detrius. A three-legged table, once of four legs, a chair with only two legs, also meant for four...broken pool cues and christmas lights that haven't worked since the '60's...pal, I'm hoping that earns one a spot in a particularly hot place in hades.
The Charity of Man. A good and Noble concept, destroyed, by trash.
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Post by Emizael on Jul 15, 2007 0:49:47 GMT -5
So, I'm reading all this again, because the rants make me laugh. Some of them make me laugh so hard, that I tend to forget that sometimes, angry thoughts are behind all this ranting.
I mean, funny stuff, real funny stuff, is just on these last couple pages, enough funny to make you spit milk out your nose, that kind of funny. Then, after I stop laughing, and I go back, and I read them again, and I see some of the originating thoughts behind all this stuff.
And then I wonder. You know, how is it, that we can turn anger into humour? We do it pretty easy here. We start out with something like, " Stoopid head make stoopid words, me smash! " and, we end up laughing like mad as we type the words. Very wierd to me, very strange. Nearly Cathartic, how the emotion changes with just the text.
I was pretty mad the other day, when I was sorting through all this crap at work. Then, today, I went to work. I wasn't bummed, or mad, and I had a great day! The folks working there alongside of me were so damn funny today, there was all this laughing and joking, and definitive great times...
And, of course, the ubiquitous mountain of crap that I had to sort through, but, today, I didn't feel bad about throwing out so much trash. I mean, my boss was yelling about how full the dumpster was, and he was mad as hell in the beginning of his tirade, about the dumpster, and how often he has to empty it, and how the cost of emptying the the unit comes off the bottom line of the store, yadda yadda, and all of a sudden, he looks at me, and he says...
" MAT! COME HERE!" So, I does.
" What the hell is this?!" He holds up some broken dishery.
" Broken Shit, Sir." Says me.
" WHAT?!" Yells him.
" BROKEN SHIT, SIR!" Says me, a bit louder.
" Oh. Throw it away then. "
Now, I should point out that at this point, about five other employees have stopped working, and are pretty much watching this exchange. Deadpan, I look my boss in the eye, this Supreme Commander of all things Goodwill, deadpan, I look him in the eye and says...
" Sir. I will throw that away, Sir, but...you was just hollering about the compactor being full."
So, he looks at me, and thinks about this for a second, and he says...
" DON'T LISTEN TO ME!! I HAVE NO FRIGGEN CLUE WHAT'S GOING ON BACK HERE!!"
At which point, I couldn't help it. I started laughing. My boss started laughing. Everyone standing around started laughing. I mean, my boss was pissed when this all started, at something that he really couldn't do anything about...and suddenly, faced with all this absurdity, it was funny.
Rest of the day was smooth sailing, I tells you. I've not had such a fun day at work in a long time.
It got better when I opened the box of nudie mags, complete with life size blow up doll....
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Post by Celera on Jul 15, 2007 3:04:22 GMT -5
People who can make you laugh at a party are great. People who can make you laugh while you're sorting second-hand crap on a hot afternoon -- those are good people there. Turning the bad feelings into humor is part of how we survive, I think. Anything you can laugh about, you can get through. Most humor comes from anger, or pain, or something. Some of the best comedians -- Richard Pryor and George Carlin come to mind -- are hard to listen to after a while. For me, anyway. They are/were brilliant, and funny, but then after a while they make me sad. About 20 minutes of Carlin at a time is all I can stand. In one of the many odd stages of my life, I worked with some group homes associated with our church. And people would donate stuff. This older lady -- and you know, she was probably one of those people who were scarred forever by the Depression -- and she was old -- so we tried not to be offended -- but anyway she donated the following items: - One green cardboard container -- the kind that strawberries might come in from the grocery store
- Three (3) pair of panties. Used, although washed. Still in decent condition. Allow me to point out, these were not Victoria's Secret products. These where cotton ladies briefs, size -- a hundred or something.
The group home residents and staff were poor. But nobody is that poor. Finally, Emi -- good to hear you're dating again.
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Post by Emizael on Jul 16, 2007 0:20:42 GMT -5
Sadly, much good pron, including the blow up doll, that I instantly named Lucy, were forcibly pried from my fingers, and destroyed. Against company policy to have good pron laying about. So, I lost Lucy, whom I had only know for minutes, but, today, today we got MANNEQUINS!!!
These folks owned a dress shop many years ago. Sadly, the folks passed on, and thier family had just gotten around to cleaning out the house. So, in comes all this clothing, mebbe a few years out of style but, still, free is free, what? Great stuff, good stuff, and ...Mannequins. Four of them. Department store style. Wimmens, fakes to be sure, but...freaking anatomically correct!! Two, the better looking of the two, we put out in the store for the obvious purpose. One was damaged, and, as such, became Trash. But, one...oh yes...one...
As a practical joke, my boss left one in the back, and put a white shirt on it with a tag that said...
" Save For Mat!"
So, me and Suzy, that's her name now...me and Suzy stood guard over the mound of stuff that came in today...and every time someone came in the back, I made sure to introduce them to Suzy.
Oh, jeebus, I can't stop laughing.
They are starting to realize that I am absolutely nuts.
I may wear a tinfoil hat to work tomorrow.
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