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So I've just come from the doctor, and I have the fucking FLU, and am supposed to be on strict bed rest for at LEAST the next three days. I am quite contagious as long as I continue to run this high fever. And for your information, the doctor said to tell you that your behavior this morning, storming into the bedroom and DEMANDING that I get up RIGHT NOW and do WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO in spite of my illness, was very inappropriate. I'm so VERY VERY SORRY that my incapacitation is a problem for you, never mind what a problem it is for ME, with the fever, body aches, hacking cough, inability to concentrate and the need to lie down before I FALL down. I'm sure all of that is NOTHING compared to the INCONVENIENCE my illness is causing you.

For the record, I will apologize for telling you I hate you when you apologize for being such a creep and making me feel that way. And, don't worry, I took care of making sure YOU got the prescription YOU wanted so you wouldn't have to be bothered talking to the doctor yourself. I made sure to tell her what YOU wanted before I worried about taking care of MY problem.

I'M SICK, GODDAMMIT!!!!!!

I dont know who you are talking about, but that person needs to go to hell and rot.

Hey, person who knows something about passports ... What's the quickest and easiest (and least expensive) way to replace one if one has been lost? ... Or is there no quick, easy, cheap way and it's just all the shitty red tape it seems to be?

Why don't you just quit your job? An intelligent free-thinking person like you (if that is indeed what you are) is bound to get a better one, and in a more "laissez faire" environment. You could get a pretty nice going-away package for having been mistreated by your boss (or whoever that was) while you were sick too.

I think the best time to leave is when you become indispensible to the people you work for ... sounds like this has happened for you.

C#4: The job is not the problem. The spouse is the problem. The one who will bulldoze everything in his path to get what he wants. Unless you think my employer is going to walk into my bedroom at 7:05 AM, yelling at me to get on the phone 5 minutes ago. Believe me, I really would have quit my job long ago if my company treated me that badly. They, at least, don't browbeat, berate and belittle me.

C#3: Call a travel agency. I don't know the answer to your question.

C#2: Thank you.

What if they didn't care about these passports. Would it have been nicer of them to leave you alone as well as the passport ordeal and let it solve in time? Me personally I would rather have something to do while I am sick in bed. Even if they weren't the nicest about it, I don't see how a "free-thinking" person can't see the lighter side in all situations. Maybe it would be best of you to actually take time to stop and sniff the flowers and let yourself relax. It seems this person just likes to keep a schedule and order... Maybe they would prefer to know things will work out and have a backup plan rather than slack off and let it by. Is there no other friends you have who could have called? No other family who would be interested in helping you? Have you been mature enough to even talk it out with them? Here is the best advice I can give you... Relationships dont work unless you talk.. unless you can keep your cool and be intelligent... and a must is talking out your problems other than letting them progress into much worse things. I suppose though maybe you can't find it in you to talk it out... or write a simple email expressing your feelings, wants and needs to them.

I will be praying that the sick bastard who is browbeating you will be run over by a tractor trailer hauling toxic waste and then back up over him again. His death will set you free.

Someone seems to be missing my point. The fact is, we need these passports no later than March 30. I checked the status of the applications online and was given the info that we would have them no later than March 20; when I checked again, the date had changed to April 2, and somehow, it's MY fault that we are caught in the middle of the State Department's failure to adequately plan for the massive increase in passport applications that they knew was coming.

All I can say to the person who likes to keep busy when they're sick is that you cannot judge how sick I was that morning until you've been in my shoes. Now that I am on meds to help with the secondary green-mucous-being-hacked-up infection I got on top of having the honest-to-goodness, miserable fucking flu, I can actually be coherent for minutes at a time. But to have someone storm into the bedroom because I'm 5 fucking minutes late to get on the phone and spend hours getting absolutely nowhere while the recording tells me "all operators are assisting other callers; please try again later" instead of calling my doctor? Boy, I can just feel the love and concern for my well-being. Especially when HE'S the one with the Congressional contacts. This is just another example of my spouse's penchant for steamrolling everything in his path to get what he wants while having absolutely no concern whatsoever who he has to flatten along the way.

And he is reading every single word of this, that you can be sure of. Logging onto the computer and checking Anonyblog is the first thing he does every morning when he gets up. But I've got him in a Catch-22 situation now; he criticises me for spending the odd half-hour here, but he does the same thing during his workday, which is something I can't do. I don't have a nice, government-provided, $5000 laptop with high-speed wireless service that I can just use to goof around on whenever I want to, even during my on-the-clock hours.

It feels good to vent, I'll tell you that. Three cheers for using this site the way it was intended to be used.

Now, before my fever gets much higher, I must go get new passport photos taken (they say if you look like your passport photo, you need the vacation; these photos should be REALLY nice, with my flu face) and then I will spend any other coherent moments I may have today researching the best way to get to the passport office in DC tomorrow to clear this shit up. Yes, my sense of humor is beginning to make a bit of a comeback, because I'm not quite as sick as I was. But my dearly beloved owes me an apology for the way he abused me yesterday. I guess I won't hold my breath.

Hey dl,
Cooler heads prevail.
I hope you can relax and have some fun on your vacation.

Vapor

Thanks, Vapor. I hope so, too. The good news is that his passport was just delivered by FedEx, so I can only assume that mine will soon follow. We have been informed by Operator #5 at the State Department (she's not allowed to tell us her name; it's that "top secret" stuff) that the State Dept. recognizes that they have left a lot of people dangling in the middle of the change of the time lapse between applying for and receiving their passports, and that the solution is to just show up at one of the regional offices with photos and our airline tickets. They will then issue the passport on the spot. I can safely wait then, until next week. If I need to, I'll drive to the nearest DC Metro station and go get-r-done a day or two before we leave. I certainly don't want to defy my doc's orders of strict bedrest if it isn't necessary. I don't need to make myself even sicker by enduring the stress of finding my way around DC, especially if my passport is going to make it to me anyway in the next few days.

And I got my apology for the way he treated me yesterday. I had to ask for it, and he's still barely speaking to me, but we'll get through it. We always do. It's just harder somnetimes than it is at other times.

Thanks, Vapor. You're the best.

dl

DL,

I'm glad you got your apology. Your husband is an ass. Best wishes in the future.

JJ

My my, we are all suddenly self-important on this site ... Phew guys, we're in the presence of governmental officials with top secret identities here. One of them might even be the fucking president! (Maybe he's the one whose been posting the masturbation lessons)

Hey Dubyah, how's that oil business ... er ... war ... er ... preemptive pacification doing?

Hey JJ, is that fair to call her husband an ass when you only know one side of the story?

LC, you are an asshole.

Yes, I am!

Damn! The asshole comment was directed at Commenter #12.

#16 & #14, you are a fucking idiot.

Thank you to nearly all of you who commented on my rant, the obvious exceptions starting with the "self-important" commenter. I let off a lot of steam this way, and I appreciate the comments and advice directed my way. This is the first time I have ever posted anything like this, and it really helped.

I forced the issue and made the man talk to me last night (he was in his shut-down mode, not speaking to me any more than he had to); we each listened to the other's complaints, we each apologized, and then as I was wondering what to do next, he said to me, "You're my soulmate. I love you and I don't want to go anywhere without you."

And the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. There it was, the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; the reality of where we are in each other's lives. No matter how often we argue (which, blessedly, is seldom); no matter how awful we can make each other feel sometimes, it all comes down to that one statement: we are soulmates. There is nothing he and I cannot get through together.

So, many thanks to all of you who commiserated or offered advice. Your responses were more helpful than you know. Venting is a good thing! And it doesn't hurt that the flu is losing its grip on me more and more each day.

dl

Build a bridge, get over it.

Asshole, read my last comment. I DID get over it, you sorry piece of shit. Let me know the next time you're miserable (as if you aren't) and I'll make sure to be just as much of a snide smartass to you as you just were to me.

I meant get over droning on and on about it. Who cares? Oh, sorry, I forgot, you're a VIP. Oops!! We care, we care, we love you!!!

Honestly.

LC = fucking idiot.

Hmm, something tells me you're getting played like a violin, OP. I don't like to expose trolls normally, but this one seems a bit too nasty ... It wants you to react to its nastiness ...

Have a heart, troll. The poor lady's ill.

In with the anger, out with the love, folks.

- The GPR (ex)

Awwww, The GPR(ex)...how sweet! Thank you! For the record, today is the first day in a week that I haven't gotten up in the morning with a fever.

I'm here to tell ya, folks---when you need help, contact your Congressional representatives. It can and does help. Within two days, we both had our passports. Hubby contacted Gilchrest, I contacted Mikulski (three cheers for the Polish babes!) and I don't know who pulled what strings, but it worked. Of course, I'm sure the nasty trolls who have chimed in on this couldn't even name their representatives and have probably never bothered to vote, if they're even old enough. Growing up and acting like a responsible adult has its advantages; your Congressional representatives love to help out the people who put them there. So, trollface, keep making your nasty remarks and cutting people down. I'll be thinking of you as I have lunch on (that's ON) the Eiffel Tower, see the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo, go hot-air ballooning, wander the streets of Paris, dip into Belgium and Switzerland, sleep in a castle in the Loire Valley, and visit and sample the wares of some of France's finest vineyards. Trollface, on the other hand, will be pursuing his usual habits of jacking off and popping the pimples on his ass. Seems like a fair trade to me. I've worked hard all my life and have earned the rewards I'm now getting.

Wow. Another steaming paragraph of utter shit, bringing the total comments before this one to 24.

Lady, if you've ever done an honest good day's work in your life, then I'm the tooth fairy. You seem to have a chip on your shoulder the size of a giant redwood. GET OVER YOURSELF!

GPR, you're a fucking idiot.

Hehe. I've got it (been trying to remember who the LC reminded me of) ... Here's you, LC:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodore_%22T-Bag%22_Bagwell

(And who are you calling a fucking idiot, trailer trash? ...)

- GPR (The) (ex)

To the tooth fairy who commented above:

Well, you're SOME kind of fairy, anyway. I have no chip on my shoulder. This whole thing started as a rant over an argument I had with my husband. I vented my frustration toward him and found it very helpful; I got rid of a lot of pent-up anger. I didn't ask anyone, especially the fairy, to comment or commiserate, but it was a nice bonus to read the helpful (if occasionally misguided) advice from people who were trying to help. I also knew that my husband would read it, and I believe it made it easier when we finally talked it out and got back on the same page.

As for your negative asshole comments, Fairy-boy, consider this: the fact that you are most likely a pimple-assed wanking slacker with little education and waaaaay too much time on your hands that could be spent far more productively than by jacking off with one hand while you type insults with the other, there's a real world out here, full of real people who were not raised in barns. You don't know me, Fairy-boy, and you apparently are not aware that there is such a thing as a "work ethic." I was raised in a time when the world held you accountable for your actions, when it was agreed that hard work pays off, unlike now, when the message seems to be the one you heard---the one that says the world owes you a living. Maybe that's why you sit around wanking and insulting, while I, on the other hand, am jetting off for a once-in-a-lifetime fantastic vacation that is literally a dream come true. It's because I worked for it, rather than sitting around being a smartass like you. The fact is, I am giddy as a child over this trip; I'm not bragging to anyone, I'm simply bubbling over with wonder at the fantastic opportunity that has fallen into my lap. But I'll be happy to make an exception for you, pimple-assed fairy boy. When I talk about this trip to YOU, Little Mr. Tooth Fairy, I'll be bragging, because I know that with your smartassed attitude, you are unlikely to get any farther in life than bagging groceries or "working" at the video store. I must say, I'm impressed that you can count all the way to 24! You reap what you sow, fuckhead. Grow the hell up.

Y..y..yes ma'am. Uh, ok.

He he he!

Enjoy your lousy package tour.

Hey, glad ya liked it.

Sorry to disappoint you, but it's not a package tour. Don't assume that because you have no imagination and no friends that we don't, either. Then I would be obligated to fill you in on all the details, which really, really would get your panties in a bunch. You obviously have some sort of problem with knowing that my husband and I are taking a fabulous, exciting European vacation and...well, you're not. Sorry dude, that's not my fault. Really, it isn't.

I'm delighted for you. No really. When do you leave? Can't wait 'til you finally fuck off.

And I can't wait until you grow up. I'm not holding my breath, though. It seems you have a permanent case of the ass.

I deserve this trip. I've earned it. I make my own way in this world; I don't have to rely on anyone else to pay my bills or to keep a roof over my head. I have raised two fine daughters of whom I am very proud; I have worked my ass off as a management professional for many years and regularly achieve national recognition for what I accomplish.

One year ago today, I was unable to walk or stand for more than five minutes. After years of sometimes crippling back pain, my degenerative spine finally got so bad that I had to take 10 months off and have major surgery; I was on the operating table for over five hours. Today, thanks to my brilliant neurosurgeon, I am fully recovered and the pain that was my constant companion is gone. Not only have I worked hard all my life, I have lived through and conquered a world of pain. I repeat: I deserve this trip.

I'm sorry that your life is so miserable and pitiful that you have to cop an attitude when someone you don't even know catches a well-deserved break. Perhaps your life will improve if the idea ever takes hold in your head that the world owes you nothing. You have to put something out there to get a return, and your nasty attiude is not going to bring you any rewards. What you send out comes back to you threefold. Sow the seeds of negativity, and negativity is what you will reap. And it will be just what you deserve.

Pfff. You're a laugh a minute. Keep that shit coming. It's priceless!

By the way, you fucking hypocrite, I must point out that it's YOU who presume to know ME. You've got me all figured out, huh? Well, you keep thinking you're right, honey - it's way more fun to see what crap you'll type next based on what you THINK you know about me.

Oh, and I guessed you were in management of some kind. That much rang true. Managers don't actually _work_, they're just good at bossing everyone else around and getting them to do all the hard stuff for them. They're also very good at telling everyone else how hard they're working and how much they deserve a break.

Er, and why should I give a shit about just another stupid tourist visiting Europe? I'll let you go on thinking I do - again, it's more fun that way.

(Remember, if you take a shit in a public toilet in Italy, it's polite to tip the toilet cleaning lady who has to clean up your skid marks. They dont give a fuck in France, however.)

Whoa, I must have really struck a nerve somewhere, yes? Yes, I think so. All of a sudden you decide to show some teeth.

I'm not going to discuss my job with you. I will not take that particular piece of bait, thank you very much.

As stated before, the OP is a rant about an argument I had with my husband. I was venting, making a post of the type that Anonyblog was created for, according to Admin. I was using thia website in the way Admin intended when he set it up. I was not asking anyone else here to care; oh, I know, you'll tell me you don't care, but if you don't care, why do you keep coming back here and talking to me? Why do you not just walk away without a word? Something keeps drawing you back.

I wasn't asking for comments, either. Don't get me wrong: it was really, really nice when those nice people chimed in with advice and comments. I appreciated it. But all of a sudden, someone like you comes along; you've got some kind of problem with me that seems to center around such a lovely, lovely thing: the beautiful dream-come-true vacation that by some fantastic luck has fallen into my lap.

I know who I am, and I know I deserve this. I'm not going to let you inject any more ugliness into my dream. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I deserve this. You don't know me, and that's just as well.

I can do without you, and I am done with you now. Select a new target, because I'm done with you. Sad thing is, you will leave a comment to this. You won't be able to help yourself.

> but if you don't care, why do you keep
> coming back here and talking to me? Why
> do you not just walk away without a
> word? Something keeps drawing you back.

Don't you know? Because you react so well. We've made quite a team, you and I. Racked up 34 comments.

> Sad thing is, you will leave a comment to
> this. You won't be able to help yourself.

Yup, you're right there. I'm not all that sad about it though.

This was fun. Have a great vacation. :)

Yeah, I know. We do make a great team, and this was absolutely fun as hell. I hope anyone who read any of this found it as entertaining as we obviously did. Thanks for the well wishes, and I'll catch ya next time we find something to argue about.;)

You are still about 20 comments shy of Master Chef Vapor's Anonyblog record of 55 comments.

We can beat that, come on guys!

Hah! Told you so ... Trailer Trash Tooth Fairy = troll. Chairman Kody, is this scroungey individual welcome in the Klan? Or are the levels of vile toxins just too high?

Methinks the latter ...

- GPR (The) (ex)

I can sure smell the fiery breath behind this post! Teehee!