And here's your Dec. rants thread - Merry Christbitchmas!

Hopefully I will have made your life easier. :slight_smile:

As an update, I finally got the fridge issue resolved today, I think. Unfortunately, that involved waiting for a half hour on hold, then spending more than another half hour working it out with the customer service agent. Apparently the agent I had been working with had a recommendation for a new fridge for me, but had failed to provide it to me. This guy did, I said yes, then it took yet another 20 minutes of hold time for him to confirm that yes, it was in stock, and yes, he could find a trucking business to get it to me.

He was perfectly cordial (as were all the other agents, but I’m not given to yelling anyway, which I’m sure helps), but this was the second time I’ve spent well over an hour at one time trying to get this resolved. Now, having picked out and confirmed a fridge, I have to wait until next Tuesday when someone will follow up with me to confirm all this crap, then the trucking line has to call me to set up a time and only then will I get to have my new fridge, presumably within the next 2-3 weeks.

I’ll have to let you know if it actually arrives before the end of the year.

In the event that you ever do go with GE, their policy for fridges (which I found out today) was that if it will take 10 days or more for parts to arrive, they are required to replace your fridge for free.

And apparently Roto Rooter entered the incorrect time into their system as to when they’d arrive. The guy remembered talking to me and remembered when I had asked to be scheduled. He apologized, which was nice of him, and will come tomorrow during the earliest time available. I do NOT have good luck with household appliances and repairs.

Aaaaaaa! It’s urgent! She needs to go to the bank to pay her home health service! (I have a suspicion that our errands earlier this week were to reverse the automatic payment drafts that her daughter probably set up to avoid these emergencies. And yes, I’m going to figure out how to contact the daughter. Mrs. L has said a few things that make me think that her hinges aren’t well-oiled… like commenting about how nice City Hall looks now: the restoration was completed about 5 years ago.)

Anyway, I’ll take her again, but I’ve made it plain that we are going ONLY to the bank, because I have to play mommy taxi later, and we can’t leave until the boy gets home to babysit due to the vehicle issues.

I need a drink later. (Well, actually now, but that wouldn’t be prudent.)

Yikes! You are now her personal chauffeur, yay?

(I have no advice on how to get out of this. Yikes!)

I know. And I truly don’t mind if it’s once a week, let’s go get groceries, pay some bills, and run to the pharmacy. Or give me a list and I’ll grab your groceries while I’m out. But I don’t have an extra 10 hours a week to play chauffeur! Nor do I want the poor little widow down the street to be without food or her home aide or such… I really need to find that daughter’s phone number.

Seriously. They expect everyone else to shell out major bucks for their pseudo-wedding but can’t be expected to fork over the significantly smaller amount for a license? Arrogance at its finest, right here folks!

I’ve had the procedure done several times to find out why I kept getting pancreatitis, also in Colorado at the UCH Anschutz facility. One time I woke up in the middle and started gagging and pulled the tubes out. This was the last time they tried the conscious sedation thing with me, with subsequent ERCPs I have been fully sedated. Is it possible that this is what happened with him?

The nurses there are really nice. They do a lot of these procedures there and it looks kind of like an assembly line, but they do take good care of you.

If you are anywhere near Rhodes Island, having a brand new cold can make you $160 for participating in a medical study … it has to be brand new within 3 days, and you have to be able to take what might or might not be mucinex. And you have to be able to go in 3 days, original intake appointment, one midway through the week and one at the end. I had my second appointment this morning and my outgo appointment is Tuesday, then the check arrives 30 days after Tuesday :smiley:

You can prop yourself up to work standing at a kitchen counter in one of 2 ways, axillary crutches if you have good balance, or propping your knee on a kitchen stool if not.

Conscript the hubby to decorate, not sure how old your son is, but if they want stuff done, they can damned well do some of the work.

And if you tell us what you want in the way of a turkey dinner, and what type of kitchen appliances you have to work with, I am sure we can come up with the grocery list, and a list of recipes, and a schedule of when to make whatever. The dope is a large dysfunctional family, we do care [we put the fun in dysfunctional…]

Sometimes I hate being an introvert. There are two parties I’d like to go to tomorrow. Time-wise I could both of them. But the last time I did two events one day, the next day I basically spent in bed. And I need to actually do shit this weekend after putting everything off to write for a month.

And Sunday is going to be stressful anyway, because Dad is doing Thanksgiving which means no going anywhere near the kitchen the whole day. And I love the man, but he radiates stress over the tiniest things.

Are they also in Ontario? If so, they’ve already been married at common law for seven years.

Albeit with fewer of the benefits, property rights-wise.

Definitely make contact with the daughter. Find out how the old lady managed her life before you moved in.

:confused:

Where are you that you celebrate Thanksgiving in December?

Isn’t it obvious? Your bag was used by a spy who was trying to shake a tail. He got on the bus at the airport and took your bag because whoever was tailing him called ahead to watch the stops. It was less suspicious than leaving the bus empty handed, and someone else probably lost stuff to so he could disguise his looks.

He then dropped the bag off at the French Institute and continued on his merry way. Likely in a spot where your bag was overlooked until just before you got the call, probably discarded in favour of another disguise.

Edited to fix typo. Favour, not flavour..

California and it’s only barely December…

We went up to my grandparents for the holiday, where the stuffing was inedible (I don’t like Grandma’s anyway, and she said it was bad :rolleyes: ). My dad has done most of the cooking up there before, but not this year, because apparently my aunt said something that hurt Grandma’s feelings. So now Dad is making a turkey and we probably won’t run out of leftovers until Christmas when it starts all over again.

Lacunae Matata you have my sympathy. How does one tell an elderly person to go away? I think that’s why SG has hung on so long, everyone feels sorry for him. You will feel like the bad guy if your neighbor falls and breaks a hip while waiting for a taxi, but you really don’t have the time or energy for this. It won’t get better. I agree with the others that you need to contact the daughter. Its very possible that the daughter will be upset that her Mom is asking strangers for help instead of calling her. Its also possible that the daughter has tried very hard to help her mother who keeps slamming the door in her face.

Best of luck with this one.

My rants, yes I have 2 of them today. Bill wanted to take me shopping so we went to the mall. It wasn’t bad, not terribly crowded or anything. I am so disgusted with my body right now. I feel betrayed. I’ve only been sitting on my butt for a month, I shouldn’t have turned into a weenie that soon. It was all “hobble into a store, turn the fucking singing cows off (and turn the batteries around), hobble around the store and then hobble out to sit on a bench and rest”.

(I’m actually doing much better, the pain is gone but my big toe is numb and my balance is off)

After my exhasting hour at the mall, we went home and I took a nap. Then I fired up Hellgate. This is mindless monster bashing, demons invaded the world and the survivers all live in underground shelters game. What do I find in the shelters now? CHRISTMAS TREES AND SNOWMEN AND PRESENTS ALL OVER THE FLIPPING PLACE!!! Its the end of the world as we know it and the game people had to put Christmas decorations up!!! Screams in outrage, this is so wrong!!!

pant, gasps, checks blood pressure.

Oh, there is a third rant. The parents of the teenagers who ran into my fence called and asked if they could pay to have it fixed instead of putting it on the kid’s insurance. I said yes. I don’t really care who pays for it, as long as it gets fixed. The fence guy called me and said that he couldn’t do a proper fix until the ground dried up from the snow. I get that, and I’m OK with it. From the pictures I’ve seen, the fence is propped up enough to keep the range cows out. I spent almost half an hour telling Tony that he shouldn’t worry about the damage, it wasn’t his fault, don’t worry, the feral cats don’t hang out in that part of the yard and the rest of the fences were good, so they could always get to a safe place.

It won’t surprise me one bit to come home and find an improvised tent made out of tarps in the south 40 so that Tony could stay semi dry while defending my roses from hordes of invading range cattle, javalina and the occassional zombie.

Fuck your 20s. I know ATMs only ever disperse 20s. Still, fuck your 20s. And your fifties, fuck those too. And especially fuck you to the dweeb who wanted to pay for a 2 dollar coffee with a hundred. You’re quite baller, now fuck off.

This reminded me of the guy who came into the drug store I used to work at years ago and wanted to pay for a 50 cent newspaper with a $100 bill first thing on a Saturday morning. I told him I had just opened the drawer and only had $50 in change in the drawer including all the loose coin and he flipped out. He managed to find a $5 though…

My multi-part rant for the day:

I have a Christmas party to go to this afternoon, and I was drafted to make a cake. So I used one of my easy feeds a crowd sheet cake recipes. Damn thing collapsed in the middle as it was cooling. I don’t have the time or energy to run to the store to get stuff to make another, so I filled up some of the crater with extra frosting and I’ll hide the rest with whipped cream.

After the cake issues last night, I woke up this morning to a big wet spot on my dining room ceiling. I called maintenance, and to their credit, a guy showed up within 10 minutes. Guy comes in, looks at spot, says “hmmm, that’s coming from upstairs.” Really? You think? So he treks upstairs, hammers on idiot upstairs neighbor’s door. I hear them tramping around upstairs for a few minutes, then maintenance guy comes back to my place. Turns out idiot upstairs had blown out the sealing gasket in his garbage disposal with potato peels and grease. Again. After the wet spot dries out maintenance will be back to fix the spot. This is one of the times I’m glad I rent.

And finally, my hip hurts! I messed it up when I was about 15 (bizarre gym class volleyball net incident) and 20+ years later it still bothers me when it’s cold and damp out. Sigh. I wanna go back to bed…

Y’know, jumping over the net to congratulate your defeated opponent for a well-played game is a tennis cliche, not volleyball.

Actually, by now you probably do know that…

On the other hand, if you owned your own place, you might not have anyone living above you, and you’d be able to not do stupid things to your own house. :slight_smile:

My sympathies on the hip pain - I have calcified tendonitis in both hips, and my many hours a week walking habit doesn’t seem to be making it better at all. On the other hand, it would probably be much worse if I didn’t use it all the time.

I have often said I wouldn’t have the job of a hockey referee. However, if you are going to take the job you need to remember that it is NOT your job to change the outcome of the game. If you happen to notice you are calling penalties on one team and not the other, you might want to consider that you are missing something.

Yes, I understand you ejected our coach for telling you you’re a bloomin’ idiot. But spending 15 minutes trying to decide on penalties when there’s only 15 seconds left on the clock makes you look even more like a wanker.