Ankle is sprained, opposite knee is sprained. I should have asked for something to help me get around because they didn’t give me crutches or anything and trying to walk is excruciating and super slow.
This suckkkkssssssss. I’m in so much fucking pain. And I have to call in to both jobs, including the really great one I just got, and tell them I’m too gimpy to work.
Spent a week with relatives who Just Do Not Shut Up.
You can see it in their eyes. As someone is trying to shoehorn in a quick thought, they’re formulating an entirely new subject. A new subject that is all about them, that makes them look just wonderful, and makes those people (who they’re above on some cosmic scale) look like idiots.
I’d say more, but I’m enjoying the silence…
So there were these 2 guys I was sitting next to in the metro (Montreal subway) today, in the early afternoon. One of the guys was drinking a can of beer (which is illegal on public transit, of course.) So he was sitting there drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon, and talking to his friend about all the drugs he liked to do.
It was revolting! I mean, Pabst Blue Ribbon! :rolleyes:
That’s the hipster beer, very popular.
Stop whistling, stop whistling, omfg stop whistling in public. Just skip or blow bubbles or something if you absolutely must be a happy-go-lucky asshole.
I don’t know who to be more angry at: my father who gives my idiot brother a hundred dollars a week allowance or my lazy asshole 38 year old brother who takes it. What kind of grown man can’t manage to make a hundred bucks a week? What kind of grown man is okay with taking money from his retired 77 year old father? Dad’s enabling him and he’s irked I told him this was not a good idea.
My **51yo **brother was still taking money from my **91yo **father as recently as last year (until I took my father’s CC and chequebook away). I don’t believe my brother has earned more than he’s spent in a single year in his adult life. He sucked my mother dry and then started on my father after she died. Since I took away my father’s access to money, my brother has hardly seen him. Funny, that.
My rant? I’ve ended up as paterfamilias of a family I don’t like, and never have. I’ve gotta spend my spare time every weekend running around doing stuff for people just because I’m related to them. Yes, it’s stuff that they can and should do for themselves, but you know what? They haven’t so far and probably never will.
I’m feeling seriously tempted to skip around you whistling “We wish you a Merry Christmas”. Yes, I know it’s May 2nd.
My Mom & possibly my Dad are coming tomorrow. I haven’t cleaned at all. I have to work all day today and tomorrow. They will be at the house when I get home tomorrow. I also have a stuper big presentation to my boss tomorrow. Shoot me now!
My Mum just did this one. Told me ‘no spicy food, nothing like that Chinese or Indian chili stuff you’re always eating. Think of the baby’. And what, pray tell, do Chinese and Indian mothers eat?
My beef: L’Assurance Maladie.
Chere CPAM
It took you a year to get my husband his healthcard. As soon as he got that, we applied to add me. And then we made another, emergency application that was only supposed to take eight days. That was three weeks ago. Yes, we could continue to pay for my scans and blood draws out of pocket, since that price is equivalent to what I’d be paying WITH insurance in the US. But I was promised 100% free care from 16 weeks (70% reimbursed before that) and I pay my taxes here. I’m getting annoyed.
Tomorrow I get to go back into the office and say all that in toddler-level French.
Dear Yahoo:
I am not going to use your crappy search engine. I deliberately reworked my latest Firefox download so that Google would appear on the start page (that doesn’t get rid of the Yahoo search box, but at least I have a couple of Google boxes I can use).
And no, automatically repeating the search terms I plug into Google in the Yahoo box will not make me click on Yahoo search. It’s a pile of crap.
Also: for all those people who think an appropriate response to a request for evidence in an online discussion is “watch this YouTube video!” - no, it isn’t. If you’re incapable of summarizing a video’s message, you probably don’t have the mental capacity to evaluate it yourself.
You’re welcome.
Oh, I absolutely must… but I can try to do it silently.
Oh, and my art students can often be seen with a PBR Tallboy. A hipster cafe near us serves “Blatz or Schlitz or PBR…in a can, $2. If you really just have to have a glass, then it’s $5.”
That seriously sucks 
No, you can’t come in because you have something other than tired feet. You do not get those sort of symptoms from tired feet. You get it from tendonitis, strained muscles and pinched nerves. Go to urgent care/doc in a box and get a note, and you will probably need to shell out some money on decent footwear and orthotics.
You can typically get crutches at a pharmacy - I got my first set of canadian crutches at CVS for $35US. I think the axillary crutches are around $20US.
A minor rant indeed:
I’m trying to get a new case for my phone. Looking at the stylized cases, it seems like almost all the cases either have obviously feminine designs … or they have skulls.
WTF is up with all the skull cases? Is that the only thing they think men want to put on their phone cases?
And just like that… the rescue job is gone. Because I called in because of my ankle.
Fucking goddamnit. That job was supposed to be my ticket out of the restaurant business/working nights/long commutes/a job I fucking hate. But I had to go and try to do both at once in order to give proper notice because I’m an idiot and lost myself the job I loved.
And some probably have both – last Christmas I almost bought a pink skull mini pack I could use both as a murse and a phone holder, but my relatives were appalled and promised to buy me a cell phone holder. I’m still waiting on it :mad:
I dare you to do that in southern Minnesota right now. You’d find out just how much snowballs can hurt.
A week from last sunday I thought I pulled a tendon in my right foot going down into the basement; stepped wrong, felt a crunch. Went to work the following Monday, only made it thru a hour of walking delivery before I just couldn’t walk on it anymore. Went home sick, called wife at her hospital to see if she could set me up w/ an orthopedist. Drove downtown Tuesday for ortho visit and looky there, I broke my foot.
6 weeks in a cast, assuming I don’t need surgery. A non weight bearing cast. I hate crutches and restricted mobility.
You’re a letter carrier, right? PM me.
Canadian crutches?
Is this like a Canadian bacon thing? Where no one in Canada calls it that?