Coketalk! please help. The bank screwed up and I dont know if I should reap the benefits. I exchanged $1,300 US dollars into another country’s currency (cash!), BUT they have neglected to deduct it from my bank account. Its been a week now, and they still haven’t caught it. Do I keep it (I am a…
FYI - My mom walked up to the ATM one day and there was $100 sticking out of it. The person finished their transaction and forgot to take their cash. My mom took it into the bank and explained what happened and the head manager told her that it’s basically too bad, so sad. Just like if they’d dropped it in the parking lot. Once the cash is dispensed, the bank can’t do anything to take it back and they can’t hold cash as a lost item (even though they might be able to figure out who it was at the ATM). So the manager said “congratulations, you just won $100.”
My wife wants to help my step son into getting into a school thats not in our jurisdiction. shes willing to falsify paper work and say we are no longer together and that she lives in an address with her son that does qualify him to go to that school what should i tell her.
Don’t tell her…
For what it’s worth, I *never* went to the school that was in my assigned district for my entire schooling career. Every year, we’d request a “district transfer” and get denied (districts were trying to keep the headcount balanced or some crap) so we’d end up using someone else’s address. For many years, it was my aunt’s house where they’d mail report cards and junk. In high school, they wanted some additional PROOF of residency so my mom activated a phone line in my grandma’s house in her own name. Kept it on for a month and once we had the bill, she cancelled it. Boom! That stunt cost $14 and I got to go to a prestigious high school with high academic standards (Although I was an A+++ student at my previous low-standards school, so I maybe should have stayed there and gotten a full ride to Harvard with my kick ass GPA rather than been an average student. All hail the B-!)
“It was a tumultuous time for our nation. The clear soda craze was giving us all a reason to live, the imformation super highway was telling the average joe what some nerd thinks about Star Trek, and the domestication of the dog continued unabated.” - Homer Simpson, The Simpsons
Pretty much anytime I have to give someone a rundown of past events, the list ends with “and the domestication of the dog continued unabated.” TV has warped by fragile little mind.
all of a sudden you see the big picture instead of taking it day by day? And you realize that chances are high that the career you built by working your ass off for 13 years is over? And you feel empty and worthless?
I hate that!
Never look at the big picture. It’s like staring into the sun. You’re gonna feel woozy and see black spots for a while. Eat a popsicle and relax until the spinnies go away.
After you’re not so nauseous, I recommend a hearty dose of Party Down. If you have Netflix, you can even stream it online for free. It’s super relatable in a very therapeutic way.
I’m not disputing that herbs n’spices have their place in health and healing but I am so totally done with people recommending a colon cleanse as the cure-all. I go to a chiro for massage (which DO help my headaches, unlike the cracking) and they’re forever trying to peddle some bullshit tea that regenerates your liver and cures AIDS or whatever. I have a whole seperate rant about the vitamin/supplement industry but THIS IS AMERICA. You go girl and get rich selling whitey some bogus ass lemonade and cayenne pepper diet.
My mother, on receiving advice from her NEUROLOGIST that she needs B12 injections weekly, complains that the drive to the office for shots is “too far” and instead emails her Chinese herbalist asking if there are Chinese herbs that can boost her B12 levels instead. Her Chinese herbalist is, no…
After a long night of wicked partying, Future Wife wakes to hear someone pounding on her door at 6 AM. She opens it to find Future Husband standing on her doorstep with a suitcase. She looks at him, hungover and confused.
He drops his suitcase at her feet and says, “I live here now. Deal with it.”
He walks past her to her bedroom, strips down to his boxers and socks, flops on her bed, and turns the on TV to Jerry Springer.
This is an entirely foreign concept to me. As in, not only do I not love myself, but the idea of anyone doing it seems impossible to me. And that makes me angry.
I’m the opposite. I am almost *too* well-adjusted and it makes me nervous. I’ve never loathed or hated myself. Not that I’m perfect, but I just don’t have the energy to be that down on myself, which makes me a total outsider. And I feel like I should feel bad about that. I’m certainly the freak in this circus.