What do you assign to Mordor?

[Celuien]

One way ticket to Mordor, please, for the random creepy-looking guy who passed me in an empty hallway between the cafeteria and central supply late the other night and said, "Hey, no ring. Not married? What's your phone number?"

Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask.

[Diamond18]

Originally Posted by Celuien

Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask.

Amen to that, sista. I assign the fact that guys who hit on me are almost always at least ten years older than me and not even close to being anything resembling my prefered type. (Which is -- around my age, not overly creepy, and without a girlfriend... or wife and children, thank you. Pretty simple, one would think, and one would be wrong.)

I would also assign the fact that whenever I go out to concerts with a friend of mine, she's the one guys always hit on -- but really, it's kind of nice. It's like she's my sheild, as long as she's around the creepy drunk guys will go after her. Part of me, the ego part, is saying, "Am I invisible or what?" and the other part, the smart part, is going, "Invisibility! Score!"

On a more serious note, I'd like to assign the woman who got really snotty and called me stupid last week when I told her that the book she wanted was checked out. She asked me if it was on the first or second floor and I told her that since it was checked out it wasn't actually in the building, and she said "If it was, helloooo," and then went on a mutter rant about stupid librarians who don't know anything. I refrained, just barely, from saying that if she had half a brain she could very well figure out for herself that since all non-fiction books are shelved upstairs the non-fiction book she wanted would be shelved upstairs, hypothetically speaking, if it were not checked out and was actually in the building. Helloooo. Get thee to Mordor, thou harpy.

[Oddwen]

Also assigned to Mordor is that it only seems to be the random creepy guys who ask.

Or octegenarians. Or women.

I've decided on a comeback, and am waiting to use it again - "Can I have your number?" "I'm number one!" "No, your seven digit number." "A million dollars!"

Temperatures on moving day that exceed 100 degrees. *feels melted*

Try working in fast food, in a building where the air conditioners don't work. I send to Mordor nearly fainting into a Whopper sandwich.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I assign myself. I deserve to be there.

[Macalaure]

In Germany, we have an institution called the TÜV (Technischer Überwachungsverein ≈ Technical Supervision Association). Every two years you have to take your car to the TÜV and let them check it (you aren't allowed to drive it if you don't).

Now this TÜV deserves to be assigned into the deepest, very deepest fiery pits of Morrdorr for not letting my sweet, little Peugeot pass this time.

I have to take it to an auto garage to have it fixed (for an amount of money that makes my stomach cramp...) and let them check it again afterwards.

[Roa_Aoife]

We have something like that in the US. It's called the DMV- Department of Motorvehicles- and if it hasn't already been assigned to Mordor, then it very well should be. The DMV is pure evil. Everyone who works there is sadistic. They have to be. It's one of the job requirements that you have to meet when you apply. It's an institution of pain and suffering, and fits perfectly in Mordor. The orcs will just love working there.

[JennyHallu]

It's called something different in every state, actually, and while some are awful, others aren't so bad. The one in Georgia can go to Mordor, though, and I hope it gets stepped on by a Balrog while it's there.

I also assign assignations done for no other reason than to use something in an AtM RP. That's not the point!

[Lalwendë]

Originally Posted by Roa_Aoife

We have something like that in the US. It's called the DMV- Department of Motorvehicles- and if it hasn't already been assigned to Mordor, then it very well should be. The DMV is pure evil. Everyone who works there is sadistic. They have to be. It's one of the job requirements that you have to meet when you apply. It's an institution of pain and suffering, and fits perfectly in Mordor. The orcs will just love working there.

Haha! Civil servants assigned to Mordor, eh? Well, let me tell you, many things about a civil servant's daily working life can go to Mordor too. Like the abuses of the English language in the name of business-speak. Ministerial Correspondence which seems to arrive with shorter and shorter deadlines every week - it used to be that you would have a few weeks to answer a letter or do a briefing, but now you have a day or even a few hours. And the way Ministers insist on their staff travelling to London for meetings and won't have one over the phone or by video. Oh, and the obsession with status and grade.

But the holidays and the hours are too good to pass up.

Anyway, think yourselves lucky. In the UK cars have to have an MOT every year, and you can almost guarantee that your local garage will find something wrong as its a good little earner for them in repairs.

I also assign to Mordor trying to fit as much as is possible into one little suitcase. You have to pack loads when you are dealing with the capricious English weather. You have to pack and repack to make sure everything fits. Even women find it difficult, who are trained in the fine art of cramming as much as is humanly possible into one handbag. And then you go out of the room for five minutes and when you come back both of your cats have curled up for a sleep on all your clean clothes.