My Panasonic microwave must be at least 16 years old now, maybe 18. About a year ago, the interior light burned out. From doing some Googling, replacing the special light was more trouble than it was worth. So just I kept using it because it still works fine, I just can no longer see what’s happening inside, which is normally no big deal.
So this is really an anti-rant: WTF would cause the light to suddenly come on again while I was reheating some Singapore noodles late last night? And it has stayed on ever since. I have a haunted microwave. Perhaps the light will fail again when Mars and Jupiter are no longer in conjunction.
I decided to get back with my boyfriend recently. He’s been apologetic and wonderful and said my working for him messed up our relationship. He was supposed to call me this morning but I thought maybe he kept sleeping. I called a wellness check at 3 and he’d fallen and was on the bathroom floor since 5 am. I got him some water, dry clothes and he’s napping now. If we hadn’t been together, he may have lain there for days. Of course my former pastor tells me God didn’t want us back together and I don’t know what God wants. Why she’s my former pastor.
When I have this issue, I invoke three-way calling. Find a sympathetic person at the manufacturer and ask them if they’re willing to stay on the line with you. When “Crowe’s” tells you to call the manufacturer, say, “I have them on the line now; let’s solve this once and for all.”
It actually works best if you can go into the store and just hand your cell phone to the floor manager, but it works. The trick (not a small one) is to get them to talk to each other.
The mystical snow-repelling powers of my expensive snowplowing contract are amazing. We are under a winter storm warning, massive amounts of snow supposedly coming down tonight and tomorrow, but Og, or God, or Thor, or whoever controls the weather, knows that I have a snowplowing contract and is really enjoying themselves. The snow on my driveway right now: a light dusting. I could sweep it off with a broom, but it wouldn’t be worth the effort. The snowplow guy will probably come by soon and scrape it off, just as a sort of gesture to show that he’s on the job.
Honestly, every year I think it will be the last that I contract for snowplowing, but I know perfectly well that as soon as I fail to sign up, we’ll get the storm of the century. So I duly sign up, as a form of snow repellant.
I want to pit ‘In Game Chat Rooms’ especially on MLK Day.
Every single game I play has some ASSHAT spouting TFG talking points as well as out-and-out Q Bull Shit. ( Sorry, but it is The Pit) These fruit of the loom shit-stains spout the most vile lies… and when you call them out on their fly-laden bull-shit, they ‘cower and weep’ that I’m not being ‘civil’.
No, I’m not being civil; you don’t deserve civility. Did your mother demand civility when she bred you for a $5 bill in traffic at the entrance to The Holland Tunnel? No? Then you don’t deserve that, Klansman. Personally, what I deserve is a game where I can report your BS and see your IP Perma-Bounced at the trailer park you connect from.
Furthermore, I want your Identity exposed… for all schools, employers, neighbors, and customers to see. For your BS, I want to see you shut down… and if the company sponsoring that gaming platform won’t do it, then I want to see THEM shut down.
I’m tired of Roaches hiding in the dark… and I want to spray RAID.
I’m uterrly pissed right now, but I’m not going to put my dad.
Due to an order cancellation, I had to have him drop off a pulse ox for my sister, who caught COVID. I specifically told him to leave it in the mailbox, but he dropped off some soup and said he’d leave it on the doorstep. Instead, he apparently left it inside the house, and even talked to one of sis’s roommates.
The good news is that he stayed outside, and is vaxxed and boosted. The bad news is that omicron can spread outside, and he is 63 with diabetes and asthma.
I’m also personally still recovering from a stomach bug on top of my usual health issues, and find I can’t eat a lot of different things. I can’t handle what I did last time when he was possibly exposed, and sequester myself off in a back room. It wouldn’t help much with my main fear, anyways, which is him getting sick.
I do know that sis’s roommates tested negative at some point in this. And he did talk to her from afar. But I’m scared it’s going to hit us all because he couldn’t do what he promised.
I did not need the constant anxiety from this on top of everything else. He already goes out more than he should when the health people recommended a three week shelter in place order.
I’m obviously not asking for advice, and I’m not seeking comfort. I just need to vent to someone besides him. I don’t want to tell sis, and more yelling won’t help.
The stress is even messing up my stomach again, which is not what I need.
I should add that we finally got a good snowfall, though it will probably be the only one of the entire winter. I looked out the front window earlier today and could barely see anything for the blowing snow. Now all the roads are clear and my plow guy was just here. The driveway is nice and clear and there is quite a massive pile of snow at the curb. He was literally ramming it to pile it up.
I should talk to him about a pay-as-you-go deal next year. He’s a really nice guy but this is his living so I can’t really blame him for trying to line up a predictable income.
As a personal note, there are few things I find skeevier than listening to middle-aged and older men discussing ‘age of consent’ or the ‘rights of pedophiles’, 2 topics I’ve come across recently. What the fuck?
OMG. I have a receptionist at work who is 25 and very pretty. She is five years younger than my daughter. In my eyes she’s a kid.
A client at work has been hitting on her. He stops by daily to talk to her before I arrive. He has asked her out, made reference to how hot she must be in a bathing suit, etc. He is older than I am (I’m 63) and is physically unpleasant to look at.
When she told me all this I said I’d have a word with him, but she insists that I shouldn’t. She says she’d be too embarrassed, and besides that he’s harmless.
This whole thing actually started last year when my wife began having problems with her shoulder. Many doctor visits and trying things followed. In July she quit working because the pain was too bad.
Finally, we had to pay for an MRI of her shoulder because insurance wouldn’t. (they would and did pay for a neck MRI, go figure) The MRI showed she needed shoulder replacement.
So we did all the hoop jumping needed to get her scheduled for Dec 27th. This was great because of all the doctor visits to get to this point we had reached our out of pocket maximum for the year and the surgery would have been covered.
A week before the surgery I get a call from the hospital that due to COVID, they were moving her surgery to Jan 3rd. I was pissed. Seemed like complete B.S. to me because really, what difference would a week make? But she really needed the surgery so I had no choice.
So it’s Jan 3rd and we’ve already reached our out of pocket maximum for the year. I try to console myself that at least any medical stuff for the rest of the year will be covered.
Then my boss tells me I’m getting laid off Jan 21st. So much for out of pocket maximums, huh? Not only is further medical care not covered, but I’m going to have to sign up for COBRA.
Even if she says that, it’s your responsibility to ensure that your workplace isn’t hostile. This is definitely hostile. Tell her you’re sorry, but you’re legally obliged to ensure this doesn’t happen to her anymore. I mean, I know you’d do that whether you were legally obliged to or not, but that may override her objections.
Meantime, in another corner of the innertubes, one of my favorite authors has just learned that a “ghostwriting service” has claimed to have actually written one of her books.
She’s a fairly small author, as these things go, but the idiots have made the mistake of claiming to have ghostwritten stuff published by the Oxford University Press and MARVEL!
I’m still pissed at them, though. They need to be beaten badly with a clue-by-four until they promise to never, ever, EVER again claim someone else’s work as their own.
Ask your neighbors to kick in a few bucks to the “wolfpup snow repellant fund”. Provide a graphic of annual worst snowfalls versus times when the contract was in effect. “See , 1963 and 1976 were terrible - coincidence?”
I’ve been there – feeling embarrassed or like it’s somehow my fault that a gross old guy is giving me unwanted attention. NOPE. Yeet that old creep out of there – he’s far from harmless if he’s making her feel that uncomfortable.
