…and I’m not regenerating new bone growth in my foot, according to my latest x-ray.
My FMLA ends this week. I’ve been told that my job will be modified when I return. How long they’ll wait, though, is another story. I can stand for a clip now, but my foot goes numb and I stumble when I move.
If I can no longer do my job, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ve been examining all possible scenarios and each one scares me to death.
I’ve been a landlord for probably 30 years. In all that time, I’ve evicted 4 times. So far this year I’ve evicted twice. This last one admitted that his wife enjoyed playing cat and mouse with the rent.
I want to try that with my mortgage co.
Fuck that, just get some good old Swedish model goggles. They cost 2-5 bucks each depending on where you get them. You put them together yourself so you can adjust the size of the nose piece.
To make sure goggles fit you put just the lenses on your eyes and see if they stick. If they stick for a few seconds they are a good fit. The straps are to keep them in place, not to keep them from leaking. Making the straps tighter pulls on one side and can make them leak more.
I know the pain you’re going through, years ago Speedo had foam gaskets that I loved. They stopped making them and I ran out. I kept looking for new goggles and tried a ton of them and couldn’t find a good pair til I got some Sweeds. I’ve not gone back.
You know, I really enjoy playing Pathfinder Society, but this one low IQ jackass is really making things unpleasant.
In Combat, he keeps insistently interrupting other player’s turns to ask if he can do stuff. One of the most basic rules of the game, NO YOU CAN’T. Wait for your turn, chucklefuck. Today I came very close to slamming a book on the table to get his attention as he was shouting over the top of me at the GM during my turn, and straight out telling him to SHUT THE FUCK UP. But I decided against making a scene.
Me: Ok, do I have a line of…
Him: CAN I DETECT EVIL?
<We were fighting ghouls. They’re evil you shit for brains.>
Out of combat, the idea that classes have different skills and different times to shine seems to be lost on him, as he insistently says what he is doing, then doing, and then doing after that, not giving anyone else a chance. A month ago he was having his fighter run up in front of the rogue to check doors for traps. :smack: Even after I told him to knock it off. Today he tried to do the same thing with the Pre-gen paladin he was playing, that he couldn’t manage to actually play properly anyway. I’m out there with an Elf Alchemist with Silent Hunter (good stealth and can move at full speed while stealthing, decent Perception and disable device) and we had a Human Ranger with good stealth and perception, but jackass has to do everything and be everywhere even when not appropriate.
I sent an email to the DM after the game, including the other DM that runs at that location, asking them to put a stop to this crap or I can’t play when he does. That’s something I hold against DMs. If it is my turn and I’m trying to tell you what I’m doing, you DO NOT stop listening to me to answer questions or “can I do x” from someone else. Make them talk to the hand.
Cats (and dogs) just love fucking with us. Especially when they are old and sick and blind.
Wednesday evening, Lucky was hard asleep when we got home. He didn’t want to come out and be social, he just wanted to sleep. We were slightly worried, but he got up for his 8 pm snacky and seemed OK. Thursday morning, he couldn’t control his backside. He could get where he wanted to go, but his rear left leg was much weaker than his rear right leg and his rump kept swinging around making him go off course and bump into things.
I’ve learned that blind animals don’t like to be picked up and moved. It confuses them because they don’t know where they are going and if carried into another room, they have to figure out where they are so they know where everything is. If they are allowed to walk into the room themselves, they know where they are, so painful as it was to watch, we didn’t try to carry him to where we thought he wanted to go.
We were both in tears at the thought that we were going to have to make that final vet call, but we decided to watch him for a day or so because he didn’t seem to be in pain, he was still eating and drinking and using the litter box. With the exception of his back end not wanting to go where his front end did, his quality of life seemed to be good.
Friday, he was still staggering, so we called the vet and scheduled her to come out yesterday morning. Tears happened all day long.
Yesterday, the little furry jerk was fine. He’s still old and blind, but he can walk just fine. Our vet has a fully equipped van, so Lucky got blood work and x-rays.
Blood work didn’t show anything we didn’t already know about and the x-rays didn’t show as much as a hairline crack in any of his bones.
Asshole cat, scaring us both like that. I know its Halloween month but he’s gray, not black!
Lucky is very lucky to have you on staff!
Sounds like Leeroy Jenkins.
Cast Detect Evil on him, then frag him. Say that it came back “unbelievably evil.”
At work, the HR department asked us for feedback on the Fusion system that we use to fill out times. It’s buggy, inefficient and a pain in the ass to fill out. The search system takes longer than Google, even though it only has to look through a couple of dozen items. I continually get the spinning wheel while I’m entering key strokes and it’s annoying. The links aren’t in obvious places and the tool tips cover cells I’m trying to enter numbers into. There’s 3 places for entering absences, but only one place to enter time worked, and it’s hidden inside a sliding panel that you have to click on one of the ABSENCE links to get to. It’s like the Fusion designers used some kind of template and never field tested what they configured.
So, I wrote a lengthy summation of my problems, with a little bit of humor to lighten up the situation, and they replied that they have put my email into a Fusion discussion thread in some forum someplace. As a result of this, bots have added my email address to some kind of IT marketing list, and I’m constantly getting emails from third party sales slime who try to enlist me in HR seminars, or want to discuss their time systems with me. These emails usually begin with “I tried to reach you on the phone, but…” NO YOU DIDN’T. You’re hoping I’ll forget the mass volume of calls I get. Truth is, I rarely get called because our company uses email and IM more, and I don’t deal with anybody outside. I keep unsubscribing, but the sender list keeps growing like a cancer. I don’t have any fucking thing to do with HR or IT. I meant for my complaint to be read only by my company’s HR, not by everybody else in the world! Leave me alone you fucking Fusion spammers!
The insurance company has reported that they have dismantled my car, evaluated the damage and ordered the parts to repair my car. Yay!
one less stressor. Thanks for all of the advise.
Glad to hear it!
Don’t people have places to get to? Why in the ever living hell are you driving 5 below the speed limit?
That light turns green, sure, fine, check to see if someone is blowing through the red, but then get fucking moving.
Not so much as angry as creeped out, that today while jogging, I was casually observing some workers laying tar when one of them stops what he’s doing and turns to face me like he was itching to fight me or something. Christ, get back to work you okie gold bricker.
I was stuck behind an elderly guy doing that, and I don’t get it. Man, when I get old (which’ll be in a week or two) I’m going to speed up!
“Sorry, officer, but c’mon – I don’t have that much time left.”
But all ages are getting on my nerves lately – there seems to be a rash of “I’m going to slow down because I’m not sure if I’m going to pull over or take a left or look for a parking spot or get out of my car in the middle lane… and until I decide I’m going to drive at half the speed limit.”
Only 5 mph under? Must be nice. Yesterday I got behind a tractor trailer that seemed to be doing ok, but gradually started slowing down until it was going about 25 in a 55 zone. The truck eventually came to a complete stop in the road. I guess the driver was lost? We passed by two gas stations that could have accommodated a truck of that size though. 
The road was really too narrow at that point for a tractor trailer; I’ve never seen anything larger than a DOT dump truck on that road until this.
I hate other people in elevators. I hate waiting forever for an elevator. I hate when I get off an elevator a herd of crumbs bowls me over to board it without giving me a chance to get off. I hate when someone blocks the door JUUUUUST as we are about to go up and the asshole presses a button for a floor below mine. I hate idiots that take their time getting on the elevator because they are too busy looking down on their fucking iPhone. I hate elevator operators because they are just union fat asses making a living pushing buttons. Oh and lets not forget last minute luggage family who crowd the elevator juuuust before the doors are about to close with their 10 pieces of luggage and their stupid loud kids.
Still, its better than using the stairs.
But let me conclude by telling, ahead of time, anyone reading this that someday might get stuck on an elevator with a complete asshole like me: FUCK YOU.
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Doesn’t sound like it.
While reading your screed, I was thinking “That’s it. I’m getting to work early from now on so I can take the stairs.”
I’m serious. I’ll get in shape and avoid The Assholery of the Bourgoisie. Thanks.
I’d like to add “people who keep hitting an already-lit button” to russian heel’s list of People Who Shouldn’t Be Allowed Into An Elevator.
Shhhhh… this just means they’re in on the Sooper-Seckrit Elevator Code: press already-lit floor button, mash “Close Door” button six times, poke floor button twice (but this time in anger), sigh dramatically.
You’re not the jogger who yelled at **Clothahump **that he was polluting the air with an electric mower, are you?