datladyfortuna
datladyfortuna
datladyfortuna

Sadly no, my name is actually meant to be ironic re: Lady Luck. I have incredibly shitty luck in general, is all. I now live in Rochester NY, but when I had my stuff taken care of, I shit you not, I had an old Chinese man for an OB-GYN, in a small ‘city’ near the PA border (Steuben County). The hospital there was not

Right there with you... yeah everyone does it. That doesn’t mean I EVER want to hear or think about it beyond what I’m forced to deal with.

I wonder if your second issue may be exacerbating the first?

I definitely got lucky; they did an ultrasound and didn’t find any outside the uterus. Still had to go through a lot of pain before they okayed the procedure (and from it) but it was totally worth it in my case.

It’s not that recent. I worked at Circuit City in 2004, and ended up typing up my ‘why you need antivirus software RIGHT THE HELL NOW’ speech and we displayed it on top of a stack of Norton. SO many people came in complaining of virus problems and other scary things...

My worst job interview was a doozy, though it was mostly on my end. My sister was in a bad bicycle accident in IN, so I was out there while she was in the ICU; got the call and made plans to drive home a couple of days later. The job was in a hospice, basically kind of an admin/fund raising thing. I go to the

They made me go through six months of hell with the Lupron depo (funny story, they no longer recommend that) before I could get a hysterectomy. My doc tried to push me towards the pill but I had the same problem, BC hormones make me feel ill. I knew I didn’t want kids so I went through four rounds of YES I want a

Uh, I had a hysterectomy for endo (kept the ovaries), and I’ve been fine ever since. I’m aware it can come back if any cells escaped, but four years on, so far so good. Probably a lot of that has to do with keeping the ovaries though. Point is that’s kind of a blanket statement that isn’t necessarily true, there may

Just remember while you’re out there in the world that if you’re not used to spending that kind of time together, you may need to take short breaks from each other. I spent a week in Vermont with el esposo last fall, after we hadn’t had a decent length vacation for a couple of years, and by the end of it I kind of

I love that shit. Admins are generally the office bitch, higher ups know it, and because of that they think they can just pile more on. The few stints I’ve had have taught me that people who treat their admins poorly are not worth working for.

I learned a long time ago that there is such a thing as ‘slacking with efficiency’. Ever after I have held that method sacred - get shit done as quickly and efficiently as possible, and clock the hell out at quitting time and leave the premises. This was in mall food service, and mall retail. I can’t even imagine why

I just want to know how he still has all his fingers.

I don’t exactly go out of my way to get it (it’s expensive and I’m too lazy to make it at home), but I don’t know what you mean by ‘cream baked into it’.

Quiche is basically a scrambled omelette, with or without a pastry shell. I don’t get how people can hate it, unless of course they also hate eggs/omelettes.

The weird thing is I don’t really have a lot of confidence in my self defense abilities, because I’ve never been in a real fight. I know where people are vulnerable to severe injury though and if I were in fear of my life, eyes, throat, and abdomen are where I’d start clawing/biting/aiming for... What’s potential jail

As a fat woman who hates exposing anything above the knee, and especially hates short dresses, team maxi dress for me. Sometimes I want to feel pretty even if I am possibly wearing a tent. *sticks tongue out at author*

My default reaction to these stories is a slow shudder and quiet rage. I’ve often wondered if the reason I don’t get much in the way of harassment is that they can somehow sense that if I take the mental brakes off, they may find out I wasn’t worth the pain I will cause.

This makes me want to do some relocating for you. We won’t discuss exactly what that means...

The next one might be; this is kind of hallmark starting out behavior for violent sexual predators... (I know you’re being sarcastic, but the point stands)...

Never said it was :) - I’m not surprised by that though. My BIL (who made it) spent I think a year or three living at a Buddhist monastery in Japan, and he was one of the cooks.