New month new rants thread.
Dear Post Office minion:
I know you are not thrilled at Sunday delivery for the Jungle, but could you at least deliver the packages to the correct address?
The four inch numbers next to the storm door you stuffed the boxes in SHOULD have been a clue…
FIRST[snerk!]
I need to start generating some cash flow soon, so I was actually ready to take your crappy part-time job that your representative said over the phone paid ten bucks an hour. But then, when you waited to the very end of the interview to mention “no, it’s actually nine bucks an hour”, not so much. See ya.
There is a magpie personally targeting me.
Here in the Upside Down, we have a bird called a magpie, not related to the northern hemisphere magpie so Colibri tells me, that is known for being aggressively protective of its nest during springtime, if something sets it off sometime during its lifetime. One of these birds is stationed in the tree on the corner of my street, the only way to travel to get out to the main road, and is swooping down on anyone who goes by.
Except it’s not just anyone, it targets specific people, and remembers who you are every year. And this year is no exception, it’s swooped on me at least five times this past couple of weeks, as it does every year. Because it knows me from previous years.
And then this weekend it got one step more Hitchcockian, as it now knows where I live, and is hanging round outside the gate. In fact it was right outside my window most of yesterday. This behaviour will continue until it decides to stop, probably two or three weeks still.
This is a vendetta. And there’s nothing I can do about it, as it’s a protected bird. The best advice they give is to travel in groups, or carry an umbrella to fend it off with. When really I want to stomp on its tiny head.
Jazz albums from the 1960s that include songs from Fiddler on the Roof.
I was just listening (on Spotify) to an excellent album from Sonny Criss, a Los Angeles alto saxophonist who did a lot to promote bebop on the West Coast during the '40s and '50s, and whose work I respect and enjoy. Midway through This is Criss!, he launches into “Sunrise, Sunset.”
Ugh. Wrong. Doesn’t work. Yeah, LOTS of great jazz improv is built off of Broadway show tunes…but Fiddler on the Roof REALLY sounds awful in this context.
This is NOT Anti-Semitism. I would say the same thing about jazz versions of stuff from Hair.
My 13-year-old cat, Shiva, has IBD. For the couple of years, he’s been on medication (alternating a quarter tab of prednisone and a compounded metronidazole) plus Natural Balance L.I.D. dry food, and been doing pretty well on it.
The last couple of weeks, though, his poop has gotten very soft (the squirts) and there’s been traces of blood in it, and he’s tossed undigested kibble twice since Thursday, so I took him into the vet today. The verdict is to increase his medications from alternating days to every day and see if that helps. The vet also wanted to put him on a Science Diet (z/d), but I think we’re better off with the Natural Balance. For one thing, there’s no grains at all in it, whereas the Science Diet lists corn as its second ingredient.
Here’s hoping the increase in meds works. It’s not like this is fixable by surgery or anything.
We’re having our first blizzard of the season today. October second. Frig. I’m not done with summer yet, let alone fall!
On the plus side, yay me for being too lazy to change out my winter tires this summer. 
Heh. Yep we got over a foot of wet snow. To make it fun, the power was out for 8 hours.
Planning on putting the plow and chains on the truck next weekend.
All Hallows’ is next month 
I got stung by… something, minutes after getting home from work. All I know is that buzzed angrily and got me in the neck. I don’t see a stinger so I suppose it was a hornet or wasp.
This is only the second time in my life I have had this happen (the only other time I accidentally kicked a bee while wearing sandals back as a teen) and I’m surprised how painful it is. No wonder little kids who get stung by bees shriek their heads off.
Just glad that I don’t seem to be allergic. Sleeping is going to stuck, though: it’s painful to the touch and on the right side of my neck…I sleep on my right side. 
God dammit. I just found it still in the house…right after it stung me again, this time in the foot. It’s definitely some sort of wasp. Fortunately I was able to capture it and throw it outside without a *third *attack.
Here’s one thing that’s getting me. I said some stuff in anger that I didn’t mean to someone. But, at the same time, they said a lot of bad stuff that I think needs to be addressed. So I’m torn between being angry at them for saying that stuff and wanting to just apologize and pretend they did nothing wrong. Trying to figure out a middle ground is so frustrating!
Apologize, if it’s the right thing to do for what you said. Let the other person deal with what they did or said. If they don’t acknowledge any fault, then you can deal with that as you need to. But apologize first, and give them a little time to come around.
I had to go through exactly this during the past few days. Someone said some very inappropriate and critical things in a meeting, there was a general brouhaha, and I ended up saying something bad myself. I later apologized in writing, copying everyone who was there plus a sort of boss who wasn’t there. He refused to acknowledge that he had done anything wrong, so now he is persona non grata to me. I don’t expect to get any satisfaction except that I did the right thing.
Something’s been biting me on the left side of my face/neck the last few nights. All of our bedding has been recently washed, neither of our dogs jump onto the bed anymore, if it were the laundry detergent wouldn’t I be breaking out all over? I either sleep on my left side or on my back.
This morning when I looked in the mirror there are three new big red welts just under my jawline. The others on my neck are fading. Plus I have one under my left breast that’s driving me nuts.
Take a look under your bed, particularly near the baseboards. The last time I had something similar happen it turned out to be a handful of parsons spiders (warning, large spider photo) under mine. Once I relocated them outside, I stopped waking up with welts.
The one time I saw these particular spiders before I looked for them, one ran across my forearm and bit me three times in quick succession, which sounds like what happened to your jaw…
What an awful thread title. It sucks. Is that all you could come up with?
Somebody had to.
Okay. It was an early stage melanoma. Going in next week to see if we can get clean margins.
Glad you caught it early DrFidelius. If you don’t mind talking about it, can you tell me what the diagnosing visit was like? I’m taking a mole in to get looked at early next week.
I go to a dermatologist once a year. They numb me and take off any of my spots and moles they don’t like. A week of do later they tell me if any of them were actually trying to kill me.
Dear puppy: I love that you snuggle in bed with me at night, but I really need to ask that you don’t turn over in your sleep and shove your paw talon up my nostril.
Damn, I had to ice pack my snouthole and take Tylenol today. Talon-in-nostril injuries hurt like a mo-fo!