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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I hate stabbing cats
I have to do a blood glucose curve on a diabetic cat to see where the high point and low point is so we can stabilise their disease. The cat is so good natured about it and doesn't mind at all, but I still really dislike doing them.

What do you hate doing that's a necessary evil in life or at work?

YM excepted of course.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:31, 151 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
Do you stab it in the ear?
They don't seem to mind so much when it's warmed up for a while.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:32, Reply)
I had to do it alone, so yeah. I usually go for the jugular as it's less invasive

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)
Works for me
....you are talking about men now, aren't you?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:16, Reply)
Fat girls
Although at work, we've got one client who sends in data twice a week with a 3 day turnaround, and it's fookin complex. Always fucks up my day, not good!
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:32, Reply)
Looking at nasty images
Or reading chat logs that are entirely in 'txt spk', or riddled with gangsta-isms.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:33, Reply)
Do you get counselling for that?
The nasty images I mean.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:44, Reply)
Yep, every 3 months
My counselor loves me, and said she would vote me in as Prime Minister.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:47, Reply)
Damn right!

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:47, Reply)
No, he's saving them up so he can send them to b3tan ladies
when he does an Edmund.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:48, Reply)
I've already gaz'd pics of my cock to some b3tan ladies
Some asked, and one who did DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE COURTESY TO REPLY.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:51, Reply)
That's terrible!
I sent a picture of my cock to Psychochomp. He treasures it, in fact he told me on Friday evening that he keeps it in a special folder.

See, people *want* my cock.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:57, Reply)
I had some grateful replies
But I doubt it was as treasured as yours is. *sadface*
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
Hanging the washing out.
Fucking hanging up fucking socks on a clothes horse.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:35, Reply)
Same as yours
except insert small boy for cat.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:39, Reply)
Now I sound like TGB

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:39, Reply)
It'd get lost in there if she had to do it

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)

for in
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:59, Reply)
*pop*

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
I hate dealing with builders
but I have to otherwise my house would fall down. I never know if I should be "matey" with them or stern "get on with it" with them. Either way, they always take too long, charge too much and end up damaging something else.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:40, Reply)
Make them tea
And invest in some industrial strength bleach for the toilet after they're gone.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:42, Reply)
I've done that in the past, and I think it just sets me up as a soft target
Familiarity breeds contempt and all that.

My kitchen needs replacing, and I just cant face dealing with the workmen.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:45, Reply)
Decide what you want and then tell them
be firm - it's just like dealing with small children - tell them what you want and be insistent.

Small children, animals and men - once you show them who's boss there are usually no problems.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:46, Reply)
^This.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:48, Reply)
Ah, the pleasures of being a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it
Ageing does have its benefits.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:49, Reply)
Well I know what I want.
Getting it is a bit of a struggle at the moment ;)
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:50, Reply)
Don't forget your cellar
add copious amounts of alcohol and you should be sorted for a victim guest this weekend!
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:53, Reply)
God no.
No prowling this weekend. I'll be too busy hostessing.

Edit - plus I don't want the men frightened of me.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:55, Reply)
So in that case it's down to me and Tourettes to find you one then?

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)
I think Asun has someone in mind but I've been to busy to get over to Manchester.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:59, Reply)
You must go to Manchester
It's not called Manchester for nothing you know!
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
Pfft!
I use to live in Manchester and it didn't do me any good then.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:03, Reply)
Were you into the laydeez back then?

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:04, Reply)
No! before then.
I was living in Coventry when I was lady loving.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)
Cov's a shit hole
It's fitting that it has a massive ring road that's in disrepair.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:09, Reply)
But such wonderful stuff has come from Coventry.
Pooflake and the Captain for one.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
That's two
It's also got an Ikea now, and I didn't get stabbed when shopping there.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
But was that back when you were only drinking from the furry cup?
And maybe your awesomeness has increased since then!
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)
I was in my mid twenties when I was a lesbian.
Haven't touched muff for years.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:08, Reply)
Apart from your own, of course

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
Haha!

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:11, Reply)
*rolls eyes*
that goes without saying!
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
I also hate the idea of leaving them in my house all day while i'm at work
I think i'll live with it for another year or so...
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:50, Reply)
Do some investigating to find a reliable builder.
If they are good then it will be a while before they can fit you in anyway.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:52, Reply)
That's very good advice
I have asked friends and wotnot. Some of the horror stories would turn your hair white...being left without a kitchen for 3 months and the like.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:54, Reply)
Try this
www.ratedpeople.com/

It's given me very good results.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
Thanks

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
Ugh, working class people. Simply ghastly.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:53, Reply)
I always wear gloves when I deal with them

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:54, Reply)
You jest...but
Salt of the earth working men types are fine down the pub or on the football terrace...but in my house?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:56, Reply)
I do not jest.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:57, Reply)
are you sure
you aren't mixing up working class with lower class?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
Both live in horrid terraces and can't afford shoes

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
I can't tell
if you're joking on this :(
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:03, Reply)
Of course I'm joking, I'm well aware that poor people now live in towers and wear Nike trainers that I paid for.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:05, Reply)
Not so!
I am at this very minute sat in a tiny terraced house with bare feet.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:08, Reply)
take that NakedApe
you Tory scum you
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
Well I'm glad one povvo has the decency to live upto cliches

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:13, Reply)
Its an honour to feed your stereotypes.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:16, Reply)

stereotypes fantasies
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:17, Reply)
you're a student, you don't count as a genuine poor person

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:27, Reply)
Sadly, I've always been poor.
I come from genuine working class stock.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:31, Reply)
I'm middle class
that's why I rebel with piercings and tattoos. I'm sticking it to my upperclass parents for making sure I wasn't left wanting.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:42, Reply)
I'm rebelling against my mother too.
and her absolute, au naturel prudishness.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:48, Reply)
I live in a terrace
mine isn't horrid though
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
That's because it's not in the North
up there all you can hear is the constant moan of brass instruments and the incessant chatter of drunken plebs.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:15, Reply)
how dreadful
almost enough to put one off ones caviar
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:18, Reply)
...and the foetid stench of Hovis, wherever you go.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:21, Reply)
Is there a difference?
'serfs' covers them all.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:13, Reply)
Best get your man to deal with them
and you can spend the day at your club
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)
that sounds just the ticket
whisky and s dear boy?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)
Not before midday day!
Port and a plate of deviled kidneys.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
what?
*port* before midday?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
Breakfast drink of champions

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:03, Reply)
I've never drunk port
before dinner. Why not have yourself a nice gin and tonic, or a Pimms or just a glass of champagne instead?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:04, Reply)
Before dinner simply would not do.
I always treat myself to a fine vintage port from Selfridges every Christmas. A little gift to myself.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:08, Reply)

t n
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
I do hope you indulge in a good stilton alongside

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
Of course.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
there is no point
me buying extra nice port, it disappears too fast
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
Hold the S, old chap, there's a dear.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:02, Reply)
This thread needs more northern working class.
Aite, guv? what can I do fer yer?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:05, Reply)
I beg your pardon?

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:08, Reply)
*doffs flat cap*
*straightens scruffy waistcoat*
*grins*
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
that's not Northern!
/more Oliver Twist
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:13, Reply)
It's essentially the same thing.
Everyone knows we all still ride horse and carts on dirt roads and are amazed by steam trains.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:15, Reply)
it sounds like
a strange and wonderful place. A magic fairyland where honest farm workers tug their forelocks and smile the smile of honest labour
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:17, Reply)
In the country, this is possibly true.
Not so much in towns and cities...
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:20, Reply)
well, my shoes could do with a bit of a buff
and while you are down there....
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:09, Reply)
While I'm down here, I'll punch you in the bollocks if you try anything dodgy.
And then run away.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:13, Reply)
typical bloody prole

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:15, Reply)
you clearly don't know Monty very well
if you think he jests
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)
I've become rusty on his mannerisms and ways
that's what happens when he goes away for 2 weeks "on holiday" (nudge nudge, wink wink) with his ex.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:03, Reply)
Scruffy oiks, every man jack of’em.
The blighters have ruined our previously unimpeachably high regard in the colonies, with their foreign holidays and the like.

Unforgivable.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:04, Reply)
Sunburnt urchins, a pox on you and your kin

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)
Prior to the 1950s
the only nations aware of our rough-hewn peasantry were those who’d been slaughtered by them on the field of battle.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:11, Reply)
as it should be

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:13, Reply)
And bloody grateful they were too.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:16, Reply)
Work in general

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:42, Reply)
Spending the day with my dad.
And most of my family who turn up at work.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:45, Reply)
I hate:
Getting up before I'm ready
Public transport
Talking to mongs
Doing stuff
Public transport again

My lottery win needs to hurry the fuck up.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:48, Reply)
man, I fucking hate doing stuff

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:57, Reply)
Stuff is rubbish between the hours of 9 and 5:30 on weekdays.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:02, Reply)
very true

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:10, Reply)
1. Dealing with my fucking ex.
2. Dealing with other simpletons
3. Dealing with money
4. Working for a fucking living
5. Just, y'know, annoying shit.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:50, Reply)
Making stem cells
from mouse embryos. It's interesting, obviously, but it makes me feel like a total shit.
And the washing up.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:55, Reply)
Swop you.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:56, Reply)
For talking with mongs?
I'll stick with feeling like a shit, thanks.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:58, Reply)
Why a total shit?
*opens up shit storm*
You're doing valuable work. Thank you.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:59, Reply)
I think although it may be valuable work, she may still feel bad for cutting up the ickle mices.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
I'm with the cats on this one

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:02, Reply)
I agree
I had a horrible dream the other night where they banned all animal testing
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
Yeah
but really - if 10 rabbits and a bunch of mice have to die to develop a drug that's going to save my gran from dying of cancer (for example) then frankly I'll be a selfish fuck and kill the cute wee aminals every time. The kind of testing that activists protest against doesn't really happen any more, as far as I'm aware. Certainly not in this country.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:11, Reply)
exactly
which is why my dream was horrible :) Think it was inspired by these awful people squealing in the street about how animal testing was wrong the other day, and how a rabbit's life was worth ten of a human's life or whatever rubbish they spout
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:14, Reply)
Eugh, I trust you are well paid in this task?

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
Not as
well as I'd like. Or even as well as you'd think, for a science graduate. But adequately. It's the fact that you have to suck 10 day post conception fetuses through a syringe that makes me do the ickdance - it just feels plain mean.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)
This sounds mega exciting.
I can't wait for the day when I get to do things like this.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:01, Reply)
You do
microbiology, don't you? Any ideas of what you want to do when you graduate?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)
I do
Virology, possibly a PhD, I haven't really decided yet. I just know I want to do virology.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:12, Reply)
I did my
dissertation in virology. It's a big field - lots of jobs, you'll be glad to know :)
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:16, Reply)
Excellent :D
What was your dissertation on?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:18, Reply)
Pathogen:host interactions
of the P protein of RSV. I didn't find anything (only had 5 weeks in the lab) but if you ever want to read it (you'll probably be only the 3rd person to do so) I'll be happy to dig it out for you and email you a copy.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:54, Reply)
can't you just wank off the mice and use their sperms?

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:02, Reply)
No.
But one of the enzymes we use for soemthing else is made from fishjizz.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:08, Reply)
Getting out of bed.
Parents apparently don't want lazy students for children when they have to actually deal with them. I have been informed that I WILL get a job, and am being forcibly introduced to the hours before midday.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 10:55, Reply)
Hahaha!
I'm still in bed.
I've packed the kids off to school, I've finished marking and teaching for the term and I'm bunking off the exam board meeting this week.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
Gah! The jeaslousy,,, it's palpable.
I would love to be a teacher, you get so many awesomely long holidays. It's such a shame I detest children.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:06, Reply)
Ha!
I don't teach children...unless you call undergrads children...
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:09, Reply)
As an undergrad...
Yes, I would call us children :)
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:11, Reply)
And I'd be inclined to agree
children with bank accounts :)
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:14, Reply)
And access to sex, alcohol and drugs.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:17, Reply)
I believe this is called the Monty Effect?

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:43, Reply)
No,
Thats MASSIVE DRUGS.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:45, Reply)
hahahahahaha
*breath*
hahahahahahaha
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:43, Reply)
Oh go away *sulks*

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:46, Reply)
I have three jobs, you kids don't know you're born
I get up four hours before I've even gone to bed and walk three miles in the snow, etc.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:01, Reply)
Having sex with three men at the same time in a dark alley
is not having three jobs.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:02, Reply)
That sounds more like the kind of job Applebite would like

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:26, Reply)
Also the internet in this branch is gash
It comes up with some bollocks about trusted sites every time I navigate to another page and have to close it twice before it'll let me see the next page. IT IRRITATES ME.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:02, Reply)
My Tigger is a right git
and I always worry he's going to show me up when he's getting his jabs, by like, savaging the nurse or something.
But what's even worse is that he never does. He's so scared that he just gets really compliant and even lets her open his mouth and look inside. He doesn't even try to escape, like he would if I was trying to brush him or do his claws.
It's the fact that he gets resigned to it and loses all his feistiness that upsets me the most. And he looks at me like I've thrown him to the wolves.
I love my Tigger.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:20, Reply)
my rat went sick at the vet when she tried to examine her, she flew all over the table,
and I was rubbish and didn't do anything because she bites, so the vet grabbed her and got bitten. I looked like such a bad parent.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:44, Reply)
I almost wish Tigs would fight a bit
Breaks my heart to see him with no spirit.

EDIT: God I'm so dramatic and such a crazy catlady. You'd think i had a kid with leukaemia!
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 11:46, Reply)
Someone on my facebook (whose cat is also called Tigger...) wrote
"is so glad her little boy is feeling better" and someone wrote "it's not a little boy it's a cat ffs" and she wrote "but he's a boy cat"

She does my fucking head in.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:02, Reply)
Shut your stinking fucking trap,
rodent woman
*throws cat*
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:04, Reply)
AY! AY! AY! CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!
How's your nose lovely lady?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:05, Reply)
Eh up Halibut!
It's almost completely better now.
How goes?
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:09, Reply)
Good
my cousin flew in from Oz this morning so I've got her sorted at home now but while her and her daughter get to laze around my house I have to come to work and do things. This is most unfair I feel.
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:11, Reply)
Ask her would she like to 'shadow' you at work
Then sneak off home and lie on the sofa
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:12, Reply)
I choose you Ratty!
*throws*
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:18, Reply)
ARGH!
Now all my children will have rat-shaped birthmarks :(
(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:24, Reply)
Punch her in the cunt.

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:04, Reply)
I'd like that

(, Tue 22 Jun 2010, 12:18, Reply)

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