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sigh.. slipped really hard on wet stone (twice) Sunday Night/Morning at work. Thought it wasn't terrible after a day or two of rest. But the bone bruise on my right side ass cheek is incredibly sore. I'm not sure if the swelling is going to go down in time for Roo.
Damn it. Bring it to roo and I'll kiss it and make it better.
Post by canexplain on May 25, 2013 11:57:59 GMT -5
I'm sitting here watching an old Mel Gibson movie. I know movies aren't real life, but it's sad and a grrr to think back how Mel used to be a hero and good guy in the vids and it seemed in real life. .... cr****
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sigh.. slipped really hard on wet stone (twice) Sunday Night/Morning at work. Thought it wasn't terrible after a day or two of rest. But the bone bruise on my right side ass cheek is incredibly sore. I'm not sure if the swelling is going to go down in time for Roo.
Damn it. Bring it to roo and I'll kiss it and make it better.
I love my job. I do not, however, love or even like a couple of the people I work with. Of course that's to be expected, but when there's only 20 people in the office, one or two a$$hats can really throw a day off. It basically boils down to being treated like I'm an incompetent monkey who has zero common sense. GET YOUR FLIPPIN PAWS OFF MY QUACKIN SHIZ and we won't have a problem. There's a reason it's called my desk... cause it's MY DESK. If you think something you need is on MY DESK, ask me... especially when I'M SITTING AT THE QUACKING DESK. Then don't give me a passive aggressive smile and "oh my bad" when I ask you what [the hell] you're doing. When you see that I'm working my arse off, don't ask me to look up an office supply when you can do it your own damn self then stand there befuddled when I tell you I'll get it to it when I'm done with my current task. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU. You are not cute, or funny, or someone I want to spend a wasted breath on, so GO AWAY.
I love my job. I do not, however, love or even like a couple of the people I work with. Of course that's to be expected, but when there's only 20 people in the office, one or two a$$hats can really throw a day off. It basically boils down to being treated like I'm an incompetent monkey who has zero common sense. GET YOUR FLIPPIN PAWS OFF MY QUACKIN SHIZ and we won't have a problem. There's a reason it's called my desk... cause it's MY DESK. If you think something you need is on MY DESK, ask me... especially when I'M SITTING AT THE QUACKING DESK. Then don't give me a passive aggressive smile and "oh my bad" when I ask you what [the hell] you're doing. When you see that I'm working my arse off, don't ask me to look up an office supply when you can do it your own damn self then stand there befuddled when I tell you I'll get it to it when I'm done with my current task. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU. You are not cute, or funny, or someone I want to spend a wasted breath on, so GO AWAY.
Grr.
*breathe*
Okay, feel kinda better. Thanks.
My admin does that to one of my co-workers sometimes when he gets in one of his moods. He has never tried grabbing stuff of my desk without asking, but it would probably not go well.
I love my job. I do not, however, love or even like a couple of the people I work with. Of course that's to be expected, but when there's only 20 people in the office, one or two a$$hats can really throw a day off. It basically boils down to being treated like I'm an incompetent monkey who has zero common sense. GET YOUR FLIPPIN PAWS OFF MY QUACKIN SHIZ and we won't have a problem. There's a reason it's called my desk... cause it's MY DESK. If you think something you need is on MY DESK, ask me... especially when I'M SITTING AT THE QUACKING DESK. Then don't give me a passive aggressive smile and "oh my bad" when I ask you what [the hell] you're doing. When you see that I'm working my arse off, don't ask me to look up an office supply when you can do it your own damn self then stand there befuddled when I tell you I'll get it to it when I'm done with my current task. THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU. You are not cute, or funny, or someone I want to spend a wasted breath on, so GO AWAY.
Grr.
*breathe*
Okay, feel kinda better. Thanks.
My admin does that to one of my co-workers sometimes when he gets in one of his moods. He has never tried grabbing stuff of my desk without asking, but it would probably not go well.
not a good news day. I get an email that a childhood friend who has been fighting aggressive colon cancer (dx'd at age 22) has had it spread to his bones and should start "planning". ugh. he has two 9 year old twin girls. Then I come on here to find out about our fellow inforooer. however the love here is AMAZING and does make me realize there is still good in the world.
Post by reveurconstant on May 29, 2013 22:27:05 GMT -5
I know this probably seems a lot smaller in this thread, but I am really lonely. I have no one to talk to really, other than my therapist, which really doesn't count. My friends and I have grown apart, and I really feel so alone.
I know this probably seems a lot smaller in this thread, but I am really lonely. I have no one to talk to really, other than my therapist, which really doesn't count. My friends and I have grown apart, and I really feel so alone.
I was vacuuming out my car and kept finding yellow chunks of plastic beneath the driver's seat. I can't believe so much Taco Bell cheese has been wasted via careless eating over these past few months. 'Tis sad. I'm really disappointed in myself today.
not a good news day. I get an email that a childhood friend who has been fighting aggressive colon cancer (dx'd at age 22) has had it spread to his bones and should start "planning". ugh. he has two 9 year old twin girls. Then I come on here to find out about our fellow inforooer. however the love here is AMAZING and does make me realize there is still good in the world.
So sorry to hear this I just found out my best friend's (very young) grandma has lung cancer. They've been family to me since I was 5. Seriously, fuuuuck cancer.
Two weeks before Roo and I need to bring my car to the mechanic?!?!?!? Grrrrrrr. Please don't cost an arm and a leg
My front brakes and rotors are on squeal mode until my week after roo paycheck. Hope its a easy fix for you ITM. At least your not in the middle of the farm on monday when your car decided it needed some work before you left.
Post by itrainmonkeys on May 30, 2013 9:58:34 GMT -5
I'm flying in, so that's not the issue. The main issue is moneys and I have bills all over the place. If it's a few hundred then it's going to be a thrifty Roo without much spending lol
I know this probably seems a lot smaller in this thread, but I am really lonely. I have no one to talk to really, other than my therapist, which really doesn't count. My friends and I have grown apart, and I really feel so alone.