I hate it too but they do it for turnover; they want you to eat and get out. Also some “experts” think it makes people think everyone is having “fun fun fun” if it’s loud. Ugh.
All it does is make my head “hurt hurt hurt” and then I won’t go “back back back.”
Ugh, if I see one more of those “kids these days/things were better back in my day” posts…
Gah. Our shelter won a lobby redecoration contest by Ikea. It’s been a fiasco since Saturday. Mind you, the Ikea people have been great, and the new lobby is an amazing change from what it was. But it’s been a typical fiasco from our end, as usual. The people who instigated the contest and had everything to do with agreeing to all the prep work and painting that had to be done by us, have been conspicuously absent.
Everything has been last-minute, as usual, and no one stepped up when the repair contractor “volunteer” flaked and bailed on us (and left a bag full of tools - so weird). Could have just put an Everyblock plea out for another available contractor to come in from the neighborhood, either as a volunteer or nominal fee, but noooo. That would make us look incompetent or something. Um, could have used any Everyblock account of multiple employees who have one, didn’t have to be the one with our shelter’s name on it, you know? Just so typical of our event planning people. Dumb.
I posted your entire quote so that others who didn’t read it the first time might have some helpful ammo…errr…advice to help make the decision. Thank you so much for taking the time to post it. I’m really sure that my BB would be happier after he has the surgery, he hasn’t even been up to look at the latest kittens because the stairs are too hard for him. I really do hate seeing him in pain.
I sure do feel your pain. When I bought my last place, I ripped up the carpets and put in laminate flooring. The cats would only puke on the floor if they couldn’t manage to run the last few steps to puke on the rugs. While I think that Chimera could be right about them wanting to puke in grass…I grow big containers of grass for my furry overlords…big enough for them to lay in it…and I’ve never once seen cat puke in the grass. They do like to eat the grass and then puke on the rugs, though.
I’m glad things are still going well with New Guy. Its nice that you are finding happiness again.
Job hunting just sucks monkey balls. Its possible that they are so short staffed that they don’t have time to train a new person right away. I hope you hear something positive soon.
I agree that music that loud just makes me want to not go back. Applebees? I’m looking at you!
Oh, man…that just sucks. I have to admit that while its hard to fire volunteers, sometimes it has to be done. Back when I volunteered in Prescott, the director would be sure to tell people that if they couldn’t show up on time and didn’t call, she didn’t want them.
I know that volunteers are wonderful, most rescues can’t survive without them, but dang it, don’t just blow off your commitment without telling anyone.
To the nice-sounding man who called to solicit a contribution towards the police charity for children’s after-school activities: do you know why I turned you down? I would contribute, at least sometimes, but I made the mistake of doing that once before, and then I got calls every month for a while soliciting other contributions, all on behalf of the same fund. All charities seem to do the same thing - once they have your name as a mark, they are relentless. These days, when I give, I make it anonymous. Of course, that means I can’t take it off my taxes, so it’s not as much as it would be otherwise.
To my SO: why are you arguing with me about where we are going to dinner for my birthday? Every time I pick a place for us to go to dinner you always complain about it, even though you never make a suggestion yourself. This time I’ve had enough. STFU and take me where I want to go.
I used to waitress in a place that had 1.) super-loud music and 2.) both Spanish omelettes and spinach omelettes on the menu. Try it sometime: find a place where you can’t hear yourself think, and then have someone mutter one of those phrases. See if you get the order correct.
Concur. People have been making that lament since we were barely people, and still swinging through the trees throwing feces at each other.
Ugh, I feel your pain. One of the worst tap-dances to have to negotiate:
Person 1: “Where do you want to go eat?”
Person 2: “Oh, I dunno.” shrug “Wherever.”
Person 1: “How 'bout X?”
Person 2: “Oh, ewwww. I hate the food at X.”
Person 1: “OK, what about Y?”
Person 2: “Meh, nahhh.”
Person 1: “Alright. Where do YOU want to go eat?”
Person 2: “Oh, I dunno.” shrug “Wherever.”
… AND it’s your birthday?
I have instructed my children to ridicule me mercilessly if I start up with “back in my day” silliness. Let’s face it: kids are about as good now as they’ve ever been. It’s just that, “back in my day,” I was too young and ignorant and self-centered to know how very young and ignorant and self-centered I was! And modern innovation is mostly awesome - sure, I survived a childhood without the internet and bike helmets and air conditioning, but I’m glad my kids have them.
Mini rant: Waiting for someone else sucks. Especially when you really, really need an answer from that someone - even if the answer is negative, so that you can make other plans. And I can’t even nag, because it’s sort of a favor that’s been asked. Instead, I’m just obsessively checking my e-mail and phone messages, crossing my fingers that something has come through within the three minutes since I last checked!
I am going to paint the porch trim purple when he isn’t looking.
We went to Cape May and saw the beautiful styles of multicolored houses there. He hates them and I love them. So purple it is. With pink trim! Ha. Or maybe pink with purple trim. Or pink and green. Or purple and green. Or pink, purple AND green. I want my multicolored house and I am going to get it.
Irony of the day:
Anti-vax nut has child with peanut allergies. Anti-vax nut pleads with people not to bring peanuts to her school on the grounds of protecting her child. Anti-vax nut is miffed when we point out that bringing measles, pertussis and the flu isn’t so nice either. Dumb hypocrite.
My goodness! Do you mean to say that the health and well-being of someone’s precious little child might depend upon other people’s responsible actions?! Do tell!
I have a friend of a friend (Okay, I think more “classmate of a friend, and my actual friend enjoys stirring shit,”) who’s part of the inappropriately-named Think Moms’ Revolution*. FOAF forced me to change my social network privacy settings by accusing me of child abuse because I vaccinate my kids. While I wish no ill upon FOAF’s child, nor any other child, I hope that FOAF contracts something vile and completely preventable…
*Credit where it’s due: Note that these folks are smart enough to use an apostrophe correctly. Of course, they’re also dumb enough to think that psychics, “energy based healing protocols,” and chelation are perfectly acceptable avenues for the treatment of autism.
PS - I think purple trim would be perfect for our own LavenderBlue!
Username/post combo FAIL. 
Mini-rant: tugs adjusts Oh, fuck it. This shirt is going to the donation bin. Oh, wait, I mercilessly culled my wardrobe a few months ago and no longer have a donation bin. Guess I’m starting another one!
(Did it shrink? Did it never fit right and I just didn’t notice/care? Am I happier and therefore eating better and probably about to get a visit from The Boob Fairy v 3.0? Some or all of the above?)
She’s really miffed at us for creating a meme pointing out her hypocrisy. She’s now whining about mean we are. I am laughing at her a bit and a bit sad that she fails to see the analogy.
The Thinking Mom’s Revolution is a steaming pile of bs.
Here are some Orac posts taking them down with glee. Here’s the Thinking Person’s Guide to Autism, a much better site and book. A number of my friends have some excellent posts over there!
I am going to paint the house trim one day when my little one in preschool and hubby is on a business trip somewhere. In the meantime I will have to settle for lavender flowers and dark violets in front of our light blue house. The house is surrounded with dark greenery and it is all very pretty in a pleasingly old fashioned Victorian kind of way.
My house is blue and has lavender flowers in front of it. So 
The car shopping process is stressing me out, and I haven’t set foot in a dealership yet! I know what I want, and what I can afford, which go together quite nicely. I’ve narrowed it down to two cars.
I first tried one of the internet services, I can’t remember if it was US News or Edmonds. I got emails and phone calls from three dealers, only one of which is in a convenient area, and none of them have what I want in stock. I got constant emails and phone calls for the better part of two weeks!
I found another local dealer for that car, and checked their stock online. They have several of the car I want, plus a used 2013 model, low mileage, equipped the way I want it. I got in touch with them, and set an appointment for next weekend to test drive. Again, since then, I’ve gotten daily emails. The most bizarre one was sent at 5:20 a.m. this morning asking if I’d gotten their call today. No, you better not be calling me before 5:20 a.m.!
For the other car I’m interested in, I tried out the “hassle free buying service” from my credit union. Literally one minute later, my phone starts buzzing with emails and phone calls and voicemails. Buzz, buzz, buzz, I’m trying to work here!
I’m almost ready to call the whole thing off, and take my current car and my next paycheck over to Pep Boys and have them fix all the little things that are wrong with my current car. I bought it new in 2000, and I’ve been very grateful that it runs so well and has lasted so long so I haven’t had to deal with car dealers for fourteen years! I know what I want, I have the money, why is this so hard!
Bah, stupid damn cold still going on. And I got several papercuts at work. Those things are really mini-mini-rants, though. And I discovered one good thing about having a cold at work. Sometimes my boss forces me to smell things, which I hate to do. Today she tried it, and I couldn’t smell anything because my nose was stuffed up. Yay!
I once sent mrAru to sea with all the underwear in his sea bag extra heavily starched and ironed as revenge.
And no, they won’t let you run a load of laundry that isn’t worn/dirty.
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This isn’t really a rant, more of a WTF?
I saw a commercial for Cricket Wireless, and since I am in the market for a new phone and carrier I thought I would check it out. Seems you can’t do anything until you give them your zip code. so that can see what service is available in your area. FIne, I fill in my zip code, click Submit, and it blanks out the field as if I failed in some way. I try again and again, always the same non result.
So no, Cricket Wireless, I am not interested in hooking up with a wireless service that is so clueless that their website doesn’t work. Buh-bye.
Maybe you’re in one of their non-covered areas? Map
Also, thanks, LB. The more I read about these Thinking Moms, the angrier I get. FOAF has subjected her child to fucking chelation therapy, for Og’s sake! I guess a dead kid is better than an autistic kid? Seriously, I really wish bad things upon some of these folks!
Cripes, I had to look up chelation therapy. It’s insane to do that to a kid! I don’t even have words for how retarded someone would have to be to even try it. Was this under any medical supervision?? Seems like anti-vaxers would also avoid real doctors…
I just looked it up too. Side effects include dehydration, kidney damage, hypocalcemia, allergic reactions, vitamin deficiencies, and, in cases where it was used I appropriately, increased cancer risk, neurodevelopmental disorders from toxicity and death. So these people are advocating a seriously harmful treatment that may cause further neurodevelopmental problems or death without any real evidence it works?! Damn!
As for a mini rant, I pit student loans. I took them out with the full knowledge that I would have to pay them back but I was naive and stupid. I wish past-me had had a better understanding how much money she was borrowing instead of leaving it to present-me.