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Yea, I got to thinking about the offering of unlimited beverages also, good idea, but I think it is always nice to have something to eat with your drink, maybe " brownies", yep, those kind, and maybe you could remove all the toilet paper just in case they somehow got in, I'd love to see then trying to dry their ass with the power dryer
My buddy Gus had a left front amputation on April 7, 2010 and lived a great life until July 26,2010
Oh and a few other Monkey Tactics….
dead fish thrown into the drop down ceiling panels above their cubicle (next to the floresent light is better….its gets warm…mmmm)
paperclip stuffed under the space bar
clove of garlic or a rotten potato peel hidden in their pencil cup….Bahahahah
Unless, of course, this would get you fired and then you will have to just amuse yourself thinking about how funny it would be!
MONKEYDOGS RULE!!!
Spirit Samson was Spirit Tripawd Daisys four legged "brother" and ruled as the self proclaimed head of the Monkeybutt Federations East Coast Division. Lady Chunky Monkey stayed from Oct 2011 and left for the bridge in Apr 2012. Miss Perdy is left and has some big pawprints to fill.
Do you have what it takes to be a Monkeybutt? Find out more at the Monkeybutt Federation
to go further with samson's suggestion...put the mastiff crap in the 'tank' of the toilet - no one ever looks there and it will get very ripe very quickly....learned that from one of my nephews...... just let me know when we need to come out and do a little bufford pusser action on those twits.
Life is good, so very, very good!!! Gayle enjoyed each and every moment of each and every wonderful day (naps included). She left this world December 12, 2011 – off on a new adventure.
Love Never Ends
Charon and Dan - make that 3 for the airfare.
I work with some real a*holes as well. Seriously, some showed no symapthy or concern regarding my surgery. So, I am experienced.
Not only am I experienced with a*holes but I have training in making people's lives a living hell. Believe me - I am a probation officer, after all.
If that doesn't work - I look completely psychotic with my "new" haircut.
Hi, I'm Charlie, the worlds most handsome Cocker Spaniel and Shelby's big brother.
I have a lot of tummy troubles, so dad, the chauffeur, rents me out to people that are painting the insides of their houses. I don't think it's funny but dad says my "tummy" can peel the paint off the walls.
Tell me where you are, I'll get the chauffeur to take me to the airport and put me on a plane and I'll be there for you Monday afternoon and take care of these "girls."
If you know anyone that's doing a little house painting, schedule a couple of appointments for me, I might as well pick up a few side jobs to pay for the plane ride.
We'll teach them to mess with tripawds, their peeps, friends, or any pet owner, I'll guarantee to bring them to their knees!
Signed, Charlie, the worlds most handsome Cocker Spaniel.
Elizabeth, you just have to remember that these women are bullies, plain and simple. I think you need to stand up to them and let them know that their behavior is unacceptable. They are creating a hostile work environment and if they don't stop, you should report them to your HR dept. I would also probably refrain from talking about Sammy at work. They obviously aren't animal lovers and you don't want to give them any more ammunition to use against you.
Now, on to sweet Sammy. Do you have a friend or neighbor who can let him out once during the day so that you're not feeling so stressed at work? Or it might be worth it to hire a pet sitter/dog walker to pay Sammy a daily visit in order to ease your mind.
Michelle
Some employers offer flex time scheduling (especially in areas that have a lot of commuter traffic) where you can come in earlier or later, then leave earlier or later. Then you wouldn't be trying to leave at the same time as those b^tch*s. Is a doggie door an option? I might be able to locate a free one for you, but it would have to be installed. They also have those indoor grass things (I have no idea what they're called) that maybe you can put in the bathroom. I suppose training them to use it could be tough though. I'm sorry that you have to deal with those fools! Luckily, I work with a whole bunch of dog people. I'm the boss though, so I wouldn't put up with that bad behavior anyway, but it is nice to work with people that understand. Good luck, and if things don't get better, remember you have the Las Vegas connection (Ge'Lena, and myself) to help you out (think Joe Pesci in "Casino")
Sadie is my 9yr old Rott/Shepherd mix. Diagnosed with osteosarcoma in her right scapula 1/28/10. Our brave girl had her amputation 2/13/10 and her last chemotherapy on 6/6/10. Unfortunately, a tumor appeared in her back right leg and on 10/7/2010 Sadie's earthly journey came to an end. On 10/24/2010 we adopted Ranger, a handsome Rott/Lab mix tripawd (got hit by a car) I think Sadie sent him to us.
http://ranger.t.....pawds.com/
Elizabeth,
I don't have any wonderful advice for you like so many have. I do, however, want you to know I am sorry you have to deal with such immature women. I will never understand people's need to be mean.
Debra
Debra & Emily, a five year old doberman mix, who was diagnosed with an osteosaecoma. She had a right rear leg amputation on May 19, 2009. On November 10, 2009 she earned her wings and regained her fourth leg.
As sweet as revenge can be, these ijuts have the upper hand and will absolutely respond in a way meaner than ever. I like the suggestion of just saying someone is letting Sammy out and just act real casual and in no rush...might cost you an extra few minutes but at least your blood pressure won't be skyrocketing. And you'll deflate their twisted, childish version of "fun".
Try to remember how unhappy these women are and what miserable lives they must lead, that they would get satisfaction out of picking on you.
I'd love to come out and join the b*tch slapping but I'm not much taller than you so I don't think I'd be much help! It sure would feel good to land a few punches, though. Grrrrr.
By the way...Happy Easter, everyone!
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August 16, 2006 to November 28, 2011
TATE ~ Forever in our hearts.
Grrrrrrrr. They are mean. I think the first problem to tackle is arranging for Sammy's comfort. A neighbor kid to let Sammy out when home from school? A dog walker? Try asking at your vet's office for suggestions.
Are any of these ignorant jerks your supervisor? If not, and you are on good ground with your supervisor, consider having a private talk with him/her. I am really ticked that they are your union reps and acting in this childish manner. If all else fails go above their heads to the highest union official you can and file a grievance. Sounds like they are creating a hostile work environment and need to be knocked down a couple of pegs. Start keeping a log of their pranks.
It's not good at all for you to be stressed so much at work. If you are anxious when trying to get home, you will take chances driving and end up in a wreck. Not good for you. Not good for Sammy. This may sound weird, but go to your local library and start checking out books on CD. Listening to them on the way home will calm you down better than listening to music or news or especially talk-radio. I'm serious, try it. It worked for me. You need to stay healthy for Sammy.
I don't work with anyone like these people. When Opie was recovering from surgery, I was given permission for him to live in my office while I was at work. This is in spite of a rule that says no animals in state buildings. So, I guess there is no way you can take Sammy to work, huh?
At my work, we do play occasional pranks, but we are all on good terms and the things we do are fun, not hurtful. That said, the next time you see a roadkill squirrel that isn't mangled, consider picking it up and putting it above the ceiling tiles over their office. It will eventually be found, but because it is not mangled, they will assume it got into the building then couldn't get out. Don't get caught. I wish I could join the bitch slapping gang.
Get a sign that has the saying on it: never trust anyone who doesn't have dog hair on their clothes. It is a truer observation than most people think.
This just blows my mind. I can't believe grown women behave this way. I mean, it's one thing to not like animals, I don't get it but everyone has their thing. It's completely another for people to find it funny to make your life miserable...especially when it comes to your pups. I thought I had met some immature people in my life, but this definitely takes the cake.
I'm with those who have suggested acting as though you have someone coming over during the day so it's not such a big deal anymore. And also, as hard as it is, I wouldn't talk about Sammy or Shy around them anymore. When Roxy was first diagnosed and I was going through that stressful period that goes along with diagnosis, I would vent about it at work. Probably a lot more than what I should have, but that was the priority in my life at that time and it was constantly on my mind. Then one day I walked around the corner and heard the director of my department talking to one of my subordinates saying "it's just a dog..." and as soon as he saw me he shut up. At that point I realized I couldn't speak about my fur babies that much anymore. Sometimes you just can't.
If this continues, do you think talking to someone in HR would help or make matters worse? I think only the person in the situation knows that answer. If it would help, maybe it's something to consider. I also like the thought of getting a neighborhood kid to let Sammy out during this day if that's possible. But I'm sure you've thought this through so much that if it were an option you would have already done it.
I hope things turn around for you Elizabeth. It's just a shame that some people have to create drama.
Oh, and I also read where Shy is doing a little better. I'm so happy to hear that! Just wait for your silver lining Elizabeth. Things are hard now, but they will get better. Life comes in cycles. I know we've definitely been through some ups and downs over the last few years. Your situation is bound to turn around. Until then, remember the important things, count your blessings, pray a little extra, and give all the love you have to give.
Leslie
ALL OF YOU are such good people!
I love all of your advice and think that it helps to have people who know what it is like "having a dog dealing with cancer" , who understand the pressure to do everything you can for just a moment of comfort for them.
This is the deal, we are putting our house up for sale and moving to a cheaper area in Washington, so I won't have to deal with them for more than 1 more year. For those of you who don't know I am a school bus driver so as hard as I laughed at most of these great ideas, they just don't apply to me.
I talked with this nice older couple who live near me this weekend. They love dogs but are putting their house up for sale and going RVing for the rest of their lives so they are just going to stick with cats and no more dogs for them. When I told them my story they jumped on the chance to help by letting Sammy out mid-day and keeping an eye on him. I live in a rural area with lots of coyotes, so I don't want him left without supervision.
I feel sooooo happy about this! They are going to come over next weekend to practice how to get him in and out without getting mauled by my big dog.
As far as the mean girls at work, I will take your advice and just stop answering their questions. The less they know, the less they can hurt me. If it gets too crazy at work, I don't have much recourse, so I will be pulling the "skunk" maneuver, followed by pretending the need to projectile vomit. I happen to know one of them has a very weak stomach so maybe I can keep her away from me by playing the gross out game. The other one brags about her intelligence constantly, so maybe I will get her talking about herself and it will distract her enough for me to leave. If all else fails, it is only for 1 more year.
If I need to, I got my friends here, Sammy has all of you I can feel it, and I will just come here and vent. Thanks for making me laugh, and helping me to see that sometimes people are just not right, it isn't me, it is them. It feels good to know that I am not being sensitive, I don't have to "get a sense of humor", it just isn't funny to kick someone when they are down.
Ginger" I am horrified that you didn't get the support you should have in going through your surgery. I want to come and B^tch slap the people at your work!!!! Hugs,
Elizabeth and Sammy
Diagnosed with osteosarcoma in the right front leg 8/23/10,
leg fractured 8/27/10,
leg amputated 8/30/10
http://sammyand.....pawds.com/
I couldn't begin to say how special Sammy is to us. Living and laughing with and loving this wonderful boy is priceless.
For starters, I agree with everyone else here. Sounds like some co-workers need a slapping, or, as my wife suggested, a good fart bomb. Linda and Bernie are both equal opportunity offenders, and have extensive rap sheets for befouling the air in the house and the car, which is extra nasty because of the enclosed space. Say the word and they’re on their way. Hell, buy me a plane ticket and a decent helping of beans and beer and I’ll come take care of business myself.
And if increasing the local levels of greenhouse gases doesn’t work, Bernie bin Laden has, not surprisingly, developed an especially offensive habit where ladies are concerned. I don’t want to hijack this thread with Bernie antics, so you can read about his unique brand of harassment by clicking here. But trust me, after a visit from Bernie, screwing with you would be the least of your co-workers’ worries.
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