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Some chillingly passive aggressive Japanese language practice, thanks to a neighborhood trash pickup site.
木曜日、 アト出しすると こうなります。 もくようび あと(後)だしすると こうなります。
This is what happens when you put it out late on Thursday.
Thursday (in my neighborhood) is cardboard/paper day, and you must have it in the proper place by 8am. And if you’re thinking, "Okay, I’ll just put it out the night before,” well, may God have mercy on your soul, my friend.
(Note: The green sticker is from the actual trash collectors; it says that this is a recyclable resource and cannot be picked up with burnable rubbish. The white paper is from a ‘concerned’ neighbor, and on closer examination, it might be laminated?? This cardboard did sit out for the full one-week cycle, the passive-aggressive note with it.)
First downstairs apartment and it was great for about 3 weeks and then the upstairs people moved out and we got two girls. They are so loud like all the time.
When one of them decided to have sex at 2am and with a very squeaky bed, I got fed up. Hence this passive aggressive note:
My neighbors did not come to play

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Hi,
Posting this here because I don't have a lot cross followers I am *related* to but
Can we not talk about "caring for" our chronically ill friends & relatives like this?
Great. Thanks.
So my mother sends a text to my spouse about "taking care" of me because I looked like shit and is that MS or something else.
He then proceeds to ask me why my mother is sending him messages like this. Does he not take care of me???
Now, first off. My mother and I are not super close but we are cordial and what not and I mentioned to her over the holiday some symptoms I had been experiencing about two months and when I tried to alleviate them I was not/have not been successful so far & I didn't know if it was caused by MS or something else. I said that my spouse and I don't agree about the specifics but I wasn't complaining about him. I thought?
Anyway. Why on earth would I know why my mother is texting this? She doesn't need provocation from me, this is just how she is and he knows this. She sends messages about the kids like this & he will ask if she texted me and of course I say no because she rarely does.
But the point is that this little "spell" just made me feel like a stubborn child or wilting flower or something and the idea that my family fight about who has to care for me or how well they care for me makes me feel absolutely useless & helpless which easily moves to "I am burden".
Now I'm sure I should accept this in a more positive light but it's not my natural instinct. My natural instinct to being talked about & to like this is berate myself for complaining so much & not putting more effort into my appearance.
I know intellectually this is not true. But a life time of self hatred is very hard to undo.
End rant.
This lovely and not at all passive aggressive notice has been on the board for a week.
In related news, the latest spatters of beer diarrhea have been on the floor and stairs for months. the very ill neighbor who made them has been detoxing all summer but they remain, wherever they haven’t been eroded off by foot traffic. There's still thick blood smears on the door jambs from the last apartment photoset i posted although someone did get the majority of those the next morning.
Pretty sure it’s not the residents who need a barbed mommy note on this one, but i appreciate the smiling demon baby faces on the clipart!
Yes, I do work in the English department. Why do you ask?
(To be clear, I didn't write this note. I found it in the faculty break room).