DEFINE "MISERY"

I'll start:

AUGUST IN TEXAS WITH NO FREAKING A/C. AND IT CAN'T BE FIXED UNTIL MONDAY. Holding steady at 85 degrees in my apartment.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
x(


on edit - I guess I should say, the "normal" misery - not, say, some unelected dipshit making you stay in Iraq indefinitely . . . . . . .

to hang out and stay cool

with a bent nickel.....

no doubt a GREAT PLACE TO MEET FORREST. :7

take umbrage at that, once I'm a safe enough distance away from your kicking foot..... :P

I'd get a room or go stay with a friend.

we had a nice weeked. :)

I'm one of the pilots on a JFK to CDG B-747.

Our first aircraft was still in the hangar with a mechanical at departure time. They'll bring a backup over. In the meantime, I see several of the food carts still sitting on the jetway, waiting for the aircraft that's still in the hangar. It's August. I will remember this later.

On the flight, the "A" cabin attendant knows we're starving. Our 8 p.m. departure didn't happen until 9:30. What with the commuting and all, I haven't eaten since breakfast. We're ravenous. She thoughtfully brings up some coffee and a tray of lobster hors d'ouvres until she can bring supper.

We arrive in Paris, get to the hotel and I crash. Wake up 2 hours later and just barely make it to the head in time. Spend the next hour trying to turn wrong side out, alternately sitting on and bent over the porcelain god. As soon as I'm able I call Paris ops and tell them I'll be unable to work the flight back the next day. But GET ME A SEAT ON THE FLIGHT.

When we leave the hotel, I am feeling like hammered shit, but don't think there's anything left inside to come out. I make it through security and out to the gate. There I find that the flight is full, so I'll have to ride jumpseat in the cockpit. There goes my hope of kicking back in a first class recliner and sleeping all the way home. The next 7 hours was the most MISERABLE I have ever spent in my life. Head pounding, stomach cramps, nauseated, dehydrated, and barely conscious. Sitting bolt upright in a small seat in the cockpit. Tried to get a ginger ale down and after the first sip thought better of it. When the crew's lunch came up, I staggered to the first class head and locked myself in until they'd finished. Fuck the passengers, they can go to the back. Food. :puke:

Back in the cockpit and unable to stay awake, I fastened my shoulder harness to keep from getting whiplash when I'd doze off and my head would flop forward. Every minute was like an hour. We finally touched down at JFK. Now I only had to make the commuter flight from JFK to Boston. I called my wife, explained my predicament, and asked her to meet me at Logan. We can pick up the car I left there later.

Dozed in the waiting area for an hour until the Boston flight started boarding. Each time I wake for a few seconds, people are staring at me. Am I snoring? Screw 'em. Another full flight. Jumpseat again, but this is a 727, and it's even more cramped than the 747. I'm reminded of the old complaint "First I thought I was gonna die, and then I was afraid I wouldn't".

My dear wife met me in front of the terminal with ice packs and cold cloths. I was in bed for 3 days.
Ain't flying romantic and exciting?
:-(
But sorry you're so hot, anyway. Try a cold shower?

what a miserable time! I had a couple like that when I was in the miliary - they called a surprise "mobility" (pretend war to send the pilots off) - up to 48 hours in an airplane hangar with no AC or heat. I believe it was July - in Texas - and I had a severe hangover. My boss was determined to teach me a lesson and kept SHOUTING at me and asking HEY SUSIE HOW ABOUT A CHILLI CHEESE DOG. I tell you that's the last time I ever showed up for work hungover. :(

About a year and a half ago, my girlfriend and I took a drive to Toronto for a weekend getaway. We got through the border in no time and made it to our hotel at a decent hour and decided to go out and hit a couple of nightclubs. While my girlfriend was in the shower, I began to get very hot and sweaty for no reason whatsoever. It was December in Canada after all. I suddenly felt very, very ill and knew that I needed to get into the bathroom ASAP. I barged in and began puking my guts out. I apologized to her, midheave, and then asked her if she'd mind waiting out in the room. Of course she didn't.

This went on for about 2 hours, with me alternating from sitting to kneeling if you know what I mean! Anyway it got to the point where I was laying on the floor, groaning, and my tongue was black for some reason. It took awhile, but my girlfriend finally motivated me to go the hospital that was "next door" according to our map. Well, next door turned out to be a 4 city block walk in subzero temperatures and 6 inches of snow at 1 AM.

I got to the emergency room without having given much thought to the fact that my health insurance was useless here. The Russian nurse at the reception window struggled with my information, and the English language, but I was able to make out that I would have to leave a deposit with my Visa Card because my insurance wouldn't fly. Whatever, I was sick and didn't care.

So, I made it into the actual emergency room, with my wristband indicating that I was from "Pitzbourg, Ontario" and not "Pittsburgh, PA". I had some blood drawn and continued to vomit. I was hooked up to an IV of something called Gravol (nectar of the gods), slept for a few hours and then checked out. It was determined that I got food poisoning from either the Taco Bell chicken quesadilla that survived the 6 hour drive from Pittsburgh or the spring rolls I had in Toronto. I have my suspicions.

I made it back to our room and was able to sleep for a few hours before having to drive back home in the blizzard. Of course, my car was a stick and my girlfriend could not drive it. I nearly passed out somewhere around Niagara Falls and was forced to pull over for a 2 hour nap at a Tim Hortons parking lot right before the border. I can't even imagine what the people thought of the stupid American guy passed out in the driver's seat with his girlfriend reading the Sunday paper next to him.

So that was our trip. The only good that came out of the night was my hospital bill, $250 Canadian total. Can you imagine what that would have cost in the US? See, socialism ain't that bad.

That's misery.

"ME," as in "Middle East," right? Not as in "Me, Ms. LPFF of seizure-inducing-spinning-flowers-of-death fame?" How could anyone with seizure flowers be miserable?

C'mon! You know what I wanna see - bust out some seizure flower for me!

nt

mine hardly compares, but here:



And buck up, my favorite underaged DUer!

That sure is a pretty seizure inducing flower. Maybe I'll bring those back, they were a trip.

I'm trying to be a little more chipper, just feeling down recently is all. It gets better.

"teen angst" because it feels good. But you're very much correct in recognizing that it definitely gets better!

:loveya:

thanks :)

Starring James Caan and Kathy Bates

....sorry your so miserable Skittles...the HEAT is ON!x(


...think *coooool* :hi:

And the test is "positive" and your driver is trying to find his way back to the hotel so you can vomit in your own bathroom.

that sucks

"Mizzerrryyy " ....

John Lennon, Misery ....

Driving from houston to corpus christi with no ac, a slobbering dog behind you, and your cousin(driver) listening to countrymusic talking about how mexicans just multiply.

add that the car is really dirty, greasy, popcorn everywhere.

I cannot fathom driving that far with a redneck, a dog, and no A/C.

It has been said that Texas was the Devil's share in Creation, and God, appreciating a good job, let it stand.

and it has a lil bootheel on the Southeast corner.

We protested stupid ass Tom DeLay, Governor Gridlock and their evil minions! Plus, we have A/C THAT WORKS!!! :P

godless heat to protest! Have a cool one on me. :beer:
Here's to you and everyone who protested with you. :toast:

But me, VelmaD, flush_bush, bluestate guy, KCDem, TXLib and their kids and few thousand of our closest friends can handle it!

Now...where's that shower?

You gonna bother her? ;-)

...or two. :evilgrin:

Heh-heh.

She, um..........TYPES fast enough.

...I'll be back to answer this question later, but you can pretty much guess my answer.

So great to be back in the Lounge, tho.

Love you!

the general contest, for now, because there will always be someone more miserable than you

Heat related Misery:

You've got a few days left of duty with the USMC. You're stationed in Hawaii. You've got an asshole roommate that pushes your buttons all the time because he knows that if you kick the shit out of him, your terminal leave will be canceled. You go to work in a brown connex box (the shipping crates that Chinese people are smuggled in and die in frequently), under the baking hot Hawaiian sun all day. 85, pfft, that's like ice cold. Even in the shade, you're sweating bullets, you can literally feel a waterfall of sweat underneath your wool cammies, yes, wool because they actually last instead of that high-speed low-drag rip-stop shit, and there's an annual physical fitness test the next day. You skip it, hey, you're out of the corps in four days. But there's a new CO, who wants to make an example out of you to prove how manly and badass he is, so you're sent up to see 'the man', and docked a thousand dollars for failing to run three miles. Then you go back in your little brown rotisserie oven, and sweat for 8 hours all over again.

Sitting on the highest point for land for as far as you can see which means from your ass up is dry, but your boots are still in the brown, nasty water...the sun beats down relentlessly cause you lost the rock/paper/scisors marathon for the shady side... you have to keep your head covered with a green towel that last saw clean a month or more ago or the bugs will eat your eyeballs.
You have been up for about 2 days, and this is a one hour rest... just to get out of the water for a while, and you kind of dry out and feel human just in time for the Gunny to tell you to mount up and get back in the brown, leech-filled, smelly water and move out again.
Try doing this for a couple weeks straight, and the only way out is in a rubberized canvas bag or puking and shitting blood at the same time, or taking a bullet in a non-vital spot.
Uncle
Sam's
Misery
Commiseration

headaches that feel like you've been hit in the temple with a ballpeen hammer.

with Greg Kihn heavily breathing "Jeopardy" into your ear the whole time, and the popcorn is cold, and they only have diet soda.

being on a construction site, the temp is 98, the humidity is 100 with a light breeze from the west........and the porta potty that should have been emptied a week ago is on the west side of the site. :puke:
now spend 8 hours there.

Like that poor kid from India. That's misery!

Now THAT'S misery.