I’m not being callous- I love my worthless cat and would hate the agony that you went through.
However, from a distance I can sort of understand the mindset of a person who is not an animal lover. They believe they did the right thing although in your view there was a lot more that could have been done.
I too, hate the thought of your pet being unattended for so long. They get so close to you.
A little bit of recreational outrage I want to vent, not really worth its own thread but I want to rant anyway.
Big bankers are the true villains of the modern age. They are to the 21st century what pirates and highwaymen were to the 18th; bandits dripping in greed and contempt for those who don’t share their values. Ruin the economy? Never mind, have some more of our money!
Normally I wouldn’t care if some bank with more money than sense pisses thousands of pounds up the wall on bonuses for its big bosses, but what really brings my piss to a boil is that we bailed out these fucks. Essentially, the British taxpayer is supporting this rich bastard while nurses are told that there isn’t enough money to pay them, while schools and police stations are forced to close due to lack of funds. Since the taxpayer owns 82% of his bank, you’d think they’d be a little more receptive to the views of a public who saved their fat greedy behinds rather than giving themselves bonuses that amount to $1.5 million.
I think it would be cheaper just to have him walk around homeless shelters wiping his arse on £50 notes or using them to light cigars while laughing at the jobless line. It also signifies, if we didn’t know it already, that Cameron talks out of his arse. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. Welcome to Britain in 2012.
Fuck that noise. When I accidentally ran over my neighbor’s cat (dumb thing was sound asleep behind my car’s wheel) I called into my temp job (no paid time off, mind you) and took the damn thing to my vet myself, and footed the bill for DumbCat to stay overnight for monitoring. DumbCat turned out to be OK aside from some muscle bruises, and it would never occur to me to do anything less. Jesus.
On that note, when someone is trying to merge into the right lane from a right-turn-merge lane, and have their blinker on, it’s common courtesy to slow down a smidge and let the person in. Don’t be a douche and purposely speed up and then lay on your horn because the person trying to merge had to launch ahead of you because your asshole-ness made them run out of merge-lane. Sheesh people, are two seconds really that important that you can’t be courteous to other drivers?
OK, am I in peri-menopause or not? WTF is with the extra cramps and mood swings and short-then-long-no-short-no-ha-ha-fooled-you-long stretches between periods? LET’S BE DONE HERE. :: reaches for the bowl of ibuprofen ::
You know, I still want to believe most people would do the decent thing, and that the decent thing in such a circumstance would be to try and help the injured pet, or get it help.
But right now I can’t think straight. Perhaps it was a freak accident, but everyone in our neighborhood should know that there are pets (and sometimes kids) playing out in the road around here. I just can’t fathom how this could happen. Damn.
A Note for your neighbor:
Now, just put the above into one of those codes you love so much over in the Game Room, and mail it to her…
(very Gentle) hugs to Minnie from Anaheim.
Oh, BELIEVE me, I am happy about that. I had a student who started out the semester the exact same way last semester, and she held on long enough to require much Paperwork of Discipline and Meetings of Consultation with Various Administrators.
At least when they go batshit early and flee, the rest of my semester is somewhat calmer.
You gotta wonder about your teaching career when the highlight of your day is that your student went crazy and left your class early. 
Biotop, I’m so glad your dog is going to make it. Poor thing. 
I’d like to think that if I could find the dog, I’d be one of those “go to the vet myself” types but I’ve owned pets all my life and so maybe I’m one of the odd people too.
My very-mini-rant, an update on a previous post here: I’m in a pissy-enough mood that I just told a large department store what they could do with the remaining balance on a gift card. I bought a few items from them in mid-December, using up a big gift card that my bosses gave me for Christmas, plus some on a card leftover from last year. Everything but a messenger bag for my work bag shipped right away, but I was told that the bag would arrive soon after Christmas. Ok, fine.
That time comes, and I got an e-mail labeled very important, saying that I had to reply Very Soon Now and that it was out of stock, and they didn’t know when they’d get it in. So I did, and asked if it was available in a different color instead. The reply was basically ‘oh, it’ll be available in less than 2 weeks, did you want to wait?’ so I said yes.
Yeah. They weren’t any good at proactive communication after that. I’d e-mail to ask what was up, they’d say ‘bag not in stock, should ship in a week or so,’ I’d sigh and say OK. Finally I got pissed and earlier this week after another missed date asked if they knew their vendor was jerking them around (not in those words, quite) to just tell me, but these continuous ‘just a bit longer’ messages were getting old.
I got another ‘still not in stock’ response, so I told them to cancel the order. Today’s response to that was essentially, ‘cancelled it, we’re sorry about all that, your account wasn’t actually charged and any pending hold that was on it should be released soon.’
Yeah, that’s nice - oh wait. I don’t have an “account.” I had two gift cards that I pooled, then destroyed after putting their numbers into the computer.
One of the other items I ordered was a new pair of winter boots. During this whole thing, the front of the sole on my right boot, after only two wearings, released from the body of the boot. And I mean the whole front half of the sole, not just a little bit. Facing the option to return the boots I needed and wait god knows how long for a replacement, or buy some variation on rubber cement, I opted for the latter.
So with these disincentives to mail-order from them, and what with the store being rather overpriced and not some place I typically shop at, I corrected them on the “account” issue and told them not to bother getting me the rest of the gift card. I’m not rolling in dough but trying to spend the remainder would cause me too much additional stress and effort.
And I still need a bag for work. I missed out on a lot of holiday-time sales because I was patiently waiting on this order.
It gets better.
I just (literally, five minutes ago) got an email from my Dean.
The Off Her Rocker student has filed a FORMAL COMPLAINT AGAINST ME. For telling her she was wrong. When she was wrong. A complaint that must, by procedure, be investigated in a process that administration has designed to be a “faculty are guilty until they prove their innocence” process.
And yes, this, too, is a student who was taking my class in order to enter our nursing program.
And students wonder why faculty see them as the enemy sometimes.
I need a drink. Can I start drinking?
As long as you are at home, or have cab fare; drinking is an option. Cheers!
The student I had that was lying (partly by accusing me and all the deans of lying–huh?) did finally give up. Woohoo!
But, of course, it was AFTER she’d pissed everyone off. Even the soft-spoken Assoc. Dean who whispered in her demure drawl, “If you are callin me a liar, I’m gonna just have to step away now, before I say somethin we’ll both regret…”
And she left the office! Left the student standing there; no one to yell at, and no one to help her as the rest of the staff quickly ran off to go file some papers somewhere else.
Ohmigosh, Kolga, I just saw your Formal Complaint post. Crap. Hope the Powers That Be have your back.
(I’m so lucky that none of my problem students have the organizational skills to pull off anything formal.)
Well, if you are, it hasn’t affected your writing ability or your sense of humor - the part I bolded cracked me right up! 
Are you teaching any other classes Student Birdbrain needs to take? Or just this one?
Looks like I’m gonna live. Most likely just a pinched nerve. Hurts like a bitch but not life-threatening.
I’ll say it again, I really do appreciate the concern you guys have for me! You all scared me a bit with the stroke talk, I have two good friends that had strokes in the past few years. They’re both in their early 40’s, and I’m not much younger than that. They’ve both recovered, one more so than the other.
What really sucks, since this is the pit, is that I have no insurance at the moment. I won’t get it at my new job until next month at the earliest. I had insurance for the last 12 years at my old job, and I was mostly really healthy. So I change jobs, lose my insurance, and in the last six weeks I’ve had a nasty sinus infection and now this nerve thing. Someone somewhere is laughing at me.
:hands Kolga a bottle of whatever the preferred drink is:
Do you know, I just came here to find out if you had posted today. Thanks so much for keeping us informed. I’m really happy that you can tell us neener-neener! Your insurance situation sucks, it seems to always happen that way. 
Oops, sorry for double posting, but I’m on my phone and hit the wrong button. Something that always amazes me about hospitals is that if I call the hospital and ask how someone is doing, they won’t tell me anything because I’m not family.
Once I’m in the room, everyone, including Doctors will tell me anything. I don’t get shooed out when they are doing procedures unless I get in the way. Heck, last night, when one of the nurses saw that I was planning on staying the night, she showed me where the extra blankets are.
This always happens and I’m always a little ??? about it.
I guess I should probably move the Bill updates to MPSIMS, but it started here…Bill is doing well. Of course, he is weak and in pain, but I can wake him up to eat and I only had to feed him once. (has to confess that I tried to “airplane” the spoon and he told me that if I did it again, he would remember and get revenge. what is it about open-heart surgery that makes people crabby?)
He’s totally worn out now because he went for a walk.
I’ve been here before with friends. This is the first time I’ve been the primary caretaker. I know what to expect and what to do. This is also going to be a good proving ground for us. Helping a basically healthy person recover from by-pass surgery isn’t trivial, but its much different than sitting death watches because most of my friends die because they were hit on their bike, or watching people die of cancer.
Probably you ought to. This thread really only has about four days left.
ETA: Also, next time you have to feed him, put a cowboy hat on his head.
