Having one of THOSE days today

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Well... I'm having one of those days today. Started off being a good day. I got a haircut and a check to start building a new online store. Picked up my new set of glasses and went home to flip the switch on a website overhaul. The advertising agency that keeps the web site updated told me they had all of the content completed and I could flip the switch today after 4 pm. I got home at 5 pm and flipped the switch and ran into some database errors that made the site react a bit haywire. While I was on the phone with the hosting company the ad guy who told me he was ready to switch called me up yelling that he was in the middle of updating the site during switch and cussing at me for not checking with him. WTF? Call me and tell me to switch it today and be working on it still? I called the hosting company back and told them to hold off on the switch and reverse it back to where it was. They reverse it but the site new site he had been working on was FUBAR so I called the host back. I got the same tech and he said this was an easy fix to the database. He restored the database back to the last known good copy which was from yesterday. Now the client was really pissed at me swearing like a sailor telling me that he's not gonna fix it and I have to make it right.

Here I follow his direction to change from the old site to the new site, hosting company screws up the database and I'm the bad guy that will be working all day tomorrow trying to fix it. Yeah, today was one of those days. I haven't even mentioned about my car battery died and found that I had a bad battery clamp that took an hour or so to fabricate a patch to fix the cable because of a funky design for the negative battery cable. Yup, today was one of those days. My car is done and so is my being able to rest and relax tomorrow. I'll be at the keyboard pounding buttons for free all day.

Someone please pass the knife so I can spread the poop on my sammich.
 
WavMixer said:
Well... I'm having one of those days today. Started off being a good day. I got a haircut and a check to start building a new online store. Picked up my new set of glasses and went home to flip the switch on a website overhaul. The advertising agency that keeps the web site updated told me they had all of the content completed and I could flip the switch today after 4 pm. I got home at 5 pm and flipped the switch and ran into some database errors that made the site react a bit haywire. While I was on the phone with the hosting company the ad guy who told me he was ready to switch called me up yelling that he was in the middle of updating the site during switch and cussing at me for not checking with him. WTF? Call me and tell me to switch it today and be working on it still? I called the hosting company back and told them to hold off on the switch and reverse it back to where it was. They reverse it but the site new site he had been working on was FUBAR so I called the host back. I got the same tech and he said this was an easy fix to the database. He restored the database back to the last known good copy which was from yesterday. Now the client was really pissed at me swearing like a sailor telling me that he's not gonna fix it and I have to make it right.

Here I follow his direction to change from the old site to the new site, hosting company screws up the database and I'm the bad guy that will be working all day tomorrow trying to fix it. Yeah, today was one of those days. I haven't even mentioned about my car battery died and found that I had a bad battery clamp that took an hour or so to fabricate a patch to fix the cable because of a funky design for the negative battery cable. Yup, today was one of those days. My car is done and so is my being able to rest and relax tomorrow. I'll be at the keyboard pounding buttons for free all day.

Someone please pass the knife so I can spread the :poo: on my sammich.
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My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you.

Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"?

I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife.

Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife.

"My what?"

Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please.

"Wtf is a poop knife?"

Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it.

He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my molested up family with their molested up bowels. FML.

I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes.

She will be getting her own utility knife now.

Also, you may not want to use MY knife to spread poop on your sandwich, but I hope you laughed.

Sometimes laughing helps.
 
mcblink said:
My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you.

Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"?

I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife.

Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife.

"My what?"

Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please.

"Wtf is a poop knife?"

Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it.

He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my molested up family with their molested up bowels. FML.

I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes.

She will be getting her own utility knife now.

Also, you may not want to use MY knife to spread :poo: on your sandwich, but I hope you laughed.

Sometimes laughing helps.
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That there is some funny poop, I don't care who you are!
 
mcblink said:
My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you.

Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"?

I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife.

Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife.

"My what?"

Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please.

"Wtf is a poop knife?"

Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it.

He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my molested up family with their molested up bowels. FML.

I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes.

She will be getting her own utility knife now.

Also, you may not want to use MY knife to spread :poo: on your sandwich, but I hope you laughed.

Sometimes laughing helps.
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thats funny man lol
 
mcblink said:
Well jeez, maybe I shouldn't have come clean....might have been funnier that way lol


I'm sure eventually someone would have come along and recognized the story and outed me though lol
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I thought I had first read it in the backstage on MF .
And one of the pics in the thread had a toilet with a tree log in it ha ha.
Funny then funny now.
Cheers
 
I'm taking my wife to the hospital this morning. She isn't well, I think the stress of our situation has possibly broken her. She's not the woman I know anymore and I fear that she's suffering from a particularly extreme case of postpartum depression. I had to disable her vehicle because she was threatening to harm herself with it and then I forced her to come with me to my parent's place...I don't know how to help her...and as a 38 year old grown ass man, I went to my mom and dad for help. I'm glad I did...my mom brought it to my attention that perhaps she was dealing with some PPD. I hadn't even considered it, even though she had something similar, though not as serious, with our first child. Having had some major changes coming our way with the hunt for a home, and then me having the vasectomy done and everything...I think it's all hit her all at once like a freight train and sent her on a downward spiral. She doesn't even drink or use drugs or anything at all but the past couple of weeks she has been spending all of her time in a bottle and then lashing out at me and everyone else around her....waking up sick, and rinse, lather, repeat. It hurts to watch.

That's it. I've seen enough. I am going to get this poor girl some help. Even if she rejects me, I will check her in against her will if need be.

2020 is just a complete fukkin bull:poo: year and like I said in my first post in this thread, it just seems like one thing after another. Needless to say, our hunt for a new place has been....delayed.

Meanwhile, I finally have a lead on a good new job that I actually have a good shot at getting and it doesn't involve 16 hour days in a potato truck.

Intercourse you, world. Go ahead. :poo: on me again. I can take it, and you won't bring me down. I was made to eat :poo:. I was built for trials and tribulations. You can't get to me. So go ahead, :poo: on me again, you can't win. Mother hugger.

/rant
 
mcblink said:
I'm taking my wife to the hospital this morning. She isn't well, I think the stress of our situation has possibly broken her. She's not the woman I know anymore and I fear that she's suffering from a particularly extreme case of postpartum depression. I had to disable her vehicle because she was threatening to harm herself with it and then I forced her to come with me to my parent's place...I don't know how to help her...and as a 38 year old grown ass man, I went to my mom and dad for help. I'm glad I did...my mom brought it to my attention that perhaps she was dealing with some PPD. I hadn't even considered it, even though she had something similar, though not as serious, with our first child. Having had some major changes coming our way with the hunt for a home, and then me having the vasectomy done and everything...I think it's all hit her all at once like a freight train and sent her on a downward spiral. She doesn't even drink or use drugs or anything at all but the past couple of weeks she has been spending all of her time in a bottle and then lashing out at me and everyone else around her....waking up sick, and rinse, lather, repeat. It hurts to watch.

That's it. I've seen enough. I am going to get this poor girl some help. Even if she rejects me, I will check her in against her will if need be.

2020 is just a complete fukkin bull:poo: year and like I said in my first post in this thread, it just seems like one thing after another. Needless to say, our hunt for a new place has been....delayed.

Meanwhile, I finally have a lead on a good new job that I actually have a good shot at getting and it doesn't involve 16 hour days in a potato truck.

intercoarse you, world. Go ahead. :poo: on me again. I can take it, and you won't bring me down. I was made to eat :poo:. I was built for trials and tribulations. You can't get to me. So go ahead, :poo: on me again, you can't win. Mother hugger.

/rant
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hope your wife gets the help she needs brother.
been dealing with and supporting a sisterinlaw with a drinking problem that just won't quit.
rehab was useless, as she doesn't think she has a problem.
unfortunatly this has been going on for at least 7 or 8 years.
your wife needs your help and support now.

wishing the best to you and mrs. mc blink.
 
mcblink said:
I'm taking my wife to the hospital this morning. She isn't well, I think the stress of our situation has possibly broken her. She's not the woman I know anymore and I fear that she's suffering from a particularly extreme case of postpartum depression. I had to disable her vehicle because she was threatening to harm herself with it and then I forced her to come with me to my parent's place...I don't know how to help her...and as a 38 year old grown ass man, I went to my mom and dad for help. I'm glad I did...my mom brought it to my attention that perhaps she was dealing with some PPD. I hadn't even considered it, even though she had something similar, though not as serious, with our first child. Having had some major changes coming our way with the hunt for a home, and then me having the vasectomy done and everything...I think it's all hit her all at once like a freight train and sent her on a downward spiral. She doesn't even drink or use drugs or anything at all but the past couple of weeks she has been spending all of her time in a bottle and then lashing out at me and everyone else around her....waking up sick, and rinse, lather, repeat. It hurts to watch.

That's it. I've seen enough. I am going to get this poor girl some help. Even if she rejects me, I will check her in against her will if need be.

2020 is just a complete fukkin bull:poo: year and like I said in my first post in this thread, it just seems like one thing after another. Needless to say, our hunt for a new place has been....delayed.

Meanwhile, I finally have a lead on a good new job that I actually have a good shot at getting and it doesn't involve 16 hour days in a potato truck.

intercoarse you, world. Go ahead. :poo: on me again. I can take it, and you won't bring me down. I was made to eat :poo:. I was built for trials and tribulations. You can't get to me. So go ahead, :poo: on me again, you can't win. Mother hugger.

/rant
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I am sorry for your very difficult circumstances. I think you are handling things extremely well. Stay strong, and keep steering the ship in the right direction in these turbulent waters - that is all you can do. When the waters calm a bit - and they will - take a well deserved break. For now, rage against the machine brother.

We are here if we can help. If you ever want to PM me, feel free.
 
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