A vent, I feel so good about it I feel like sharing it.

I dated an amazing woman for 2 years, 5 years ago. One day she just up and left, blocked me on all forms of social media, blocked my number and made 0 attempts to call for for 5 years.

I was destroyed, I thought we were madly in love. after 8 months of searching for her and grieving I had thought I had let her go from my heart.

That was the farthest thing from the truth, I was utterly wounded and it was something that would only get worse with time. Recently I found out via my best friends that another one of my friends was getting married. To her.

I felt destroyed again, I felt robbed and useless. I wanted to talk to her so bad. essentially I posted a vent on fb and it was ment with negative feedback, except for her mother. Her mother got ahold of her and she called me and told me she didnt hate me, she broke up because she needed to be free to grow up basically, she didnt meet my friends until 2 years ago and she explained that yes, it ripped her heart out too because I was such a loving gentleman to her and she missed me terrible but she had plans for life that couldnt include me at the time and she just... found someone else and figured it would be for the best if I forgot about her, outta sight outta mind. But she knew it was wrong and I deserved alot more, she even went as far as saying that if she wasnt absolutely sure about getting married and that she was in love with my friend she would slowly let me back into her life, because she had alot of love with me, even more so then the man she wants to spend forever with, but she knows the damage isnt something that could go away because of how I work.

It had haunted me for so long, I had always thought she hated me. It feels releasing. Like I had been emotionally imprisoned for so long.

My ex friend can go take a long walk off a short pier into deep lake tho, I would have understood there was no reason to stop being my friend.

Hearing/seeing "don't forget" instead of "remember (to)."

I don't know if your supposed to just vent or if this is a place where you can Burn about work, if so... here goes.
How is it that Strudel always hits the fan at the worst possible time?
My job requires a lot of heavy lifting, and a lot of my co workers are slackers. The only person who can keep them in line is our manager, or our supervisor. So as of Friday, our supervisor went on a two week vacation, and as of Friday, our manager is updating his manager training over the span of the week.
And of course, as if that weren't enough, the transit system in my city went to hell. The entire route through City Center is down for the next 2 days, so my usual hour long commute to work, became a 2 hour commute, and no one seems to know what they are doing on the transit. That mixed with my social anxiety makes the trip to hell all the more hell. And the anxiety from my work adds to my social anxiety.
AND as if that weren't enough, Today, we had the most work we've had in 3 months, there are only 4 of our usual 9 person crew, and of those 2 of them are the hardest to control.

So I am absolutely miserable.

Big macs go on APPLE sale Monday at my mcdonalds... I hate when ORANGE Big macs go on sale for less then 1/2 off...

Let hubby pick the house we just bought because after six months of trying to find the right place and multiple trips to the new city to find something we were too tight on time and money for me to make another interstate trip to do the inspection myself: Big Mistake.

House is too small, has the worst layout in architectural history (the "master" bedroom barely fits a full size bed in it and the only way to get to the laundry room is thru it), and has an electrical panel that hasn't been updated since it was installed in 1957. The house has no grounded outlets, the washer and dryer are on the same circuit -- as are the stove and refrigerator -- and both my TV and my internet guys couldn't get my systems set up because I couldn't plug in any of my devices!  The entire place is painted in an institutional flat white that is dingy along every wall from twenty years of the bachelor who lived here running his hands along the wall as he squeezed himself down the tiny hall. The place was supposed to be something we stayed in for a year and then turned into a rental but the only way I'd be able to rent this place would be if I burned it down and rebuilt it with a better layout.

And to top it all off, our first day here my service dog went tearing through the yard, thrilled to finally have a fenced yard of her own to play in, and she blew out the canine equivalent of the ACL tripping over a tree root. With a house that won't sell in one state and a new house to pay for in a new state, guess who doesn't have the $3,000 it will cost for her surgery?

People wonder why I get so obsessed with doing everything myself and not letting go of control over anything in my life: this is a prime example of what happens when I let others make important decisions for me.

In reply to Evil Empryss (msg # 64):

eee that is not good - from another living in a money pit, you have my sympathy.

The house I can fix, one bit at a time, because I have the basic skills to do most of it (paint, basic wiring, etc). It will just take time. My dog is the worst part: her I can't fix. She isn't dying, and we've got the pain under control for now, but knowing there's a way to fix the problem and having next to nothing I can do to make her better is killing me.

I hope you can get proper care for your dog soon. Also, sorry to hear that you got stuck with a lemon of a house.

I'm less than enthused about going to Islamic Studies today. I've got a new classmate with habits I can't stand. This one gets upset whenever the professors say "In sha Allah." He'll complain loudly about his own personal translation for it. On Friday, we had a translation quiz and he flew into a red-faced, sputtering rage when his own personal translations for common phrases cost him points. His goal is to become a translator for some corporation or other. I don't understand how he hopes to get there, but I wish he'd be quieter about it during class.

In reply to Eggy (msg # 67):

Fellow sounds like someone with serious self image issues - people like that can go from annoying pickles to dangerous, fanatical in some situations. (this thought brought to you by 3 years of psychology training).

He should back it up.  Whoever has the most reputed translators on their side is "right", until they build a reputation enough to be one of those reputed translators.  If he put in more footnotes in his research papers, he might be taken seriously, but if they're his own personal translations, he's simply going to have to prove that he "groks" the subject better than the people in charge of the program, which is going to be really difficult if he's still learning words and phrases that they're teaching.  If he can get enough reputable translators on his side to match what the other side brings, then he can probably argue for comparable, six one, half a dozen the other, translations.

A private discussion with the prof probably would have better results.

From curiosity, I Wikipediaed and read:

for "God willing" or "if Allah wills".

So I think it means something like, "If the future action or event fits with God's designs/plans/etc." I guess that's different from, "If God isn't opposed." The distinction may mark a deep theological divide.

We're in Semester One of a Beginner Level Arabic Course. We've got enough of the language under our belts to read some news. Since his blow up, it's come out that he's been transferred to our class because his temper got him the boot from another professor's lectures.

His personal translation is "As I see it" because he doesn't believe in the idea of a god. He told me that the idea of "any religion having a stranglehold on a language is offensive."

I told him that he should probably pick another field of study if he hates Arabic this much.

He has some other personal translations that are pretty far off base. He has excellent pronunciation and it's usually easy to understand what he's saying when we're speaking in Arabic, but when we switch back to English for discussion it's obvious that he makes the professors and their aides and a lot of the students uncomfortable.

In reply to Eggy (msg # 71):

So the real problem here is that he's an atheist and he's being a jerk about it. I really wish there were fewer people like that in the world. I also wish I could say that there wasn't anyone like that in my religion, but... that would be a lie. Ugh. Sometimes I just hate people.

He keeps up that attitude and travels to the Arabic world, they will likely cure the world of his presence. They do not take kindly to that sort of thing over there. Their religious police especially. (from what I have heard)
At the very least he will get banned from ever returning to that part of the world for insulting their belief's.

In reply to Eggy (msg # 71):

*pacefalm*

Is he aware that it's "Islamic" Studies? Whether or not he believes in a god, he doesn't get to take Islam out of it. It defeats the purpose of taking the course if he's not going to respect the culture he's learning about. It'll be no use him being a translator either if he doesn't actually translate what what written and makes up his own interpretations.

He can't deal with the actual meaning of inshallah because he doesn't want religious references in language?

Gadzooks!

(from "God's Hooks!", a reference to the nails of Jesus's crucifixion.)

In reply to Eggy (msg # 71):

Someone (probably a prof) needs to make it clear to him that if he's going to work as a professional translator, his career is going to be absolutely destroyed the first time an employer discovers he's letting his personal beliefs interfere with the translations.

People do not take well to having words put in their mouths that they didn't really say, which is what he's doing.  It could cost contracts; it could break down negotiations; it could cost money and lives.

Sometimes translators have to juggle between literal meaning and idiom where an idiom doesn't translate well, sure, but something like "God willing" translates perfectly well in English and is still pretty commonly used.  Whether he likes it really isn't the question, eh?
This message was last edited by the user at 16:24, Tue 05 Aug 2014.

Never mind. Angry dude had a stroke or something in class today. Now I feel like an appletart.

Hah.  OK, laughing is not appropriate.  I am often inappropriate :-\

But I used to have a boss that was always beet-red in face and argumentative.  The smallest thing had him flying off the handle and throwing stuff around the office.  He died of a stroke about age 48.

I mean, terrible tragedy for his family, but it's not like you couldn't see that coming.

Why feel that way? His behavior was his behavior. Bad timing is bad timing. I severely doubt the impending stroke was the cause of his... behavior.

Well it could have been from an aneurism which caused in the long run the stroke - whether or not it affected his personality is nearly impossible to say.
As a person who has survived strokes, I do know they can alter a persons personality. (brain damage always changes something).
If he lived through it maybe he will come out with a better personality.

Fair enough, reminds me of a few episodes of house. Jeese that show and twilight zone make me wish I had cable.

In reply to Merevel (msg # 81):

Well, Twilight Zone only comes on three times a year, so I get my fix by owning all five season on DVD.

Because I was thinking Jello Cubes if this guy doesn't shut up...

and he did. I know it wasn't my fault, but I am trying [failing at] being nicer.

Ok, I get your point now.