I have Old People Cell Phone Disease, too. I explained it to my kids that us Olde Fartes just don’t trust a phone without wires, so we have to yell to overcome the lack of curly handset cord that we grew up with. And then (so they’ll laugh with me instead of at me) I do a loud Barney Fife imitation: "HALLOHH, THELMAAAAH? Kin ya ring Sherrif Taylor down at the jail? What’s that? He’s down at the barber shop? Well, try him there, then!"
And, overly, our son sleep-walked down to the kitchen one night, opened a floor-level cupboard door, and proceeded to pee all over the pots and pans there. The wife and I were too aghast and amused to make a move to stop him.
Pissing off The Secretary or The Assistant is also a great way to get your message put on the bottom of the pile, or simply lost.
The whole state of Texas is the land of constant road construction.
My rant: I don’t know what’s blooming right now, but apparently I’m allergic to it. And I can’t just keep taking Benadryl all day, it makes me too sleepy to do anything.
So yesterday morning I wake up to 2 sections of the backyard fence lying on the ground. The dogs instead of having the door open for half the day so they could wander at will required leashes each time they went outside. And when we went to fix the fence the battery charger for the cordless drill was dead.
Bought a new drill, put the fence back up and my husband only dropped it on me twice (Hint, when you ask me to hold something in place you need to warn me when something you’re doing is going to shift it from requiring me to pull towards me to keep it upright to pushing away to keep it upright otherwise it’s going to fall.) Ouch.
Now I hurt too much to want to work but since I quit early yesterday to fix the fence and I was interrupted a few times for doggy breaks I’m behind.
Thanks a lot Erlanger Hospital for showing my husband just how right I was that he needed to get the hell out and find a new job. Putting a hold on his final check was a stellar way to accomplish that. No-one knowing (or willing to say) just WHY there’s a hold is the real capper. The fact that we’re hemorrhaging money for the move makes all this just extra special, dontcha know.
Assholes.
If I won the lottery I’d be tempted to blow a chunk of it suing you for harassment and hostile work practices.
It never occurred to me that that old joke, Canada has two seasons, winter and road construction, was actually a good thing! At least for half the year, we only have ice and snow to contend with, not constant construction! :eek:
Okay, weather, figure out what the hell you’re going to do. You’re causing my body to ache like hell.
And coworker? Dear, sweet, wonderful coworker who I truly adore? I asked you five hours ago if I could work on your cases, and have not received a response. I don’t want to intrude on your work, but you’re behind and I would like to help. And, I have nothing to do on my own caseload. I’m bored and achy.
I hate exercise. I HATE it. It hurts, I never get any real results, and for someone who is in pain constantly from who knows what the fuck, extra pain is just…
But you know what just shits me? Hearing from so many people that go on about how wonderful exercise is and that it makes them feel so good. I’ve decided that either:
They’re lying. Why? I have no idea.
There’s something wrong with them.
There’s something wrong with me.
I realize that the third option is the most likely, but I’ve been this way my whole life. I’m pretty active and stronger than any woman I know, but I’m fat. Exercise just for the purpose of exercise has to be hard and painful and I HATE THE EVERLOVING FUCKING FUCK OUT OF IT. I hate doing it, I hate how I feel after, I hate how I feel the next day, and I hate the anxiety leading up to the next time I have to do it.
I have a dress (actually long skirt, sleeveless blouse, and lace half jacket) that’s been worn to two weddings. On Monday, I took it to the dry cleaner. They checked the label and it did, indeed, say dry clean only.
Unfortunately, the skirt and jacket had sequins that were glued on with something that dissolves when dry cleaned. The sequins all came off, then stuck themselves to the inside of the skirt. And, bless them, the dry cleaners called to explain and ask if it was OK to keep it longer to pick off the sequins. I can do that sometime when I’m watching TV. So I told them not to bother or worry about it. It’s going to be awhile before I have another wedding to go to.
The first wedding was in 2005, and I got it at a shop specializing in remaindered formalwear in Fairfield. Even if I wanted to complain, it’s been too long and I don’t live nearby any more. So this is a perfunctory, half-amused fist-shake at the manufacturer for their bad labeling skills. Bad manufacturer.
Can you take Allegra? It’s available as a generic OTC now, and while it’s still pricier than Benadryl, it’s a LOT more accessible, price-wise (at Costco, you can get 120 tablets for about $30, under the name Aller-Fex. Compare to $35 for 90 of the brand name).
Option four: different kinds of exercise are good/pleasant for different kinds of people. I had a revelation watching the European Junior Weightlifting Championship; those girls were my shape - whereas the girls who do the kind of sports towardst which I was pointed at school are not.
I suck at aerobics and at anything which its loving practitioners may describe by saying “oh, you’ll love it, it’s just like aerobics but [variation]!” And after all those years of bullying sports coaches, stuff such as asking “I see these bikes have a ‘pulse’ option, what do I do to use it?” and getting laughed at is not going to be conductive to my going back to that gym. But the one I’m attending now has coaches who answer your questions professionally, who leave you alone unless you ask a question or they see you damaging yourself/the equipment, a ton of equipment, area soundtracks which are appropriate for each space, and I’m loving it.
I bought some stuff on ebay. The seller said they would group shipping together and lower the overall price. They haven’t done so despite multiple times that I’ve asked. They did so on a prior order. What should I do? I contacted the seller about five times so far. The seller is in the UK so they probably speak English.
I had a revelation about me and exercise a few years ago; everyone always says that you just have to find an exercise that you enjoy, and I don’t particularly enjoy any of them, so I didn’t want to exercise. I realized that I will never enjoy exercise just for exercise’s sake; it’s just something I have to do, like flossing my teeth. That really put it in perspective for me - every day I try to get my heart rate up, because it’s something my body needs. It’s not for enjoyment - it’s just a habit now.
LavenderBlue, I was doing some online shopping tonight, and found that the shipping for a tuxedo vest was $75! You could put it in the mail for about $10, you bastards! USPS and Canada Post co-operate very nicely together, if the sellers aren’t shit roosters.
Sounds like you’re one of those (many) people for whom the notion that exercise equals weight loss is a myth - a pervasive and invasive and hurtful one. If you’re active and strong and otherwise healthy, who cares if you’re fat? Being fat in and of itself is not automatically unhealthy, any more than being thin in and of itself is automatically healthy. Our bodies have a more or less set weight that they will try to maintain no matter what we do or don’t do. So do active things that you enjoy and that don’t cause you anxiety, and ignore what other people choose to do. It sounds like trying to emulate them is doing you much more harm than good.
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My related rant:
My favourite physical activities are gardening and low-level hiking, but my pain problems make it difficult to do either. When I am active and strong, though, I do feel a lot better physically, so I should push myself (a bit at a time) to get back to a level where I can do them without straining myself. Three years of relative inactivity (okay, almost complete inactivity) plus stress and anxiety have not been kind to my body.
I am starting to feel a bit stronger and have more stamina and less pain now that I’m working, which means getting out of the house and moving around more each day, as well as having a more regular sleep schedule. Even just driving the car for almost two hours a day is more exercise than I got just sitting at home. But I’m still not as fit as I’d like to be, and I know from experience that if I push myself too hard at this point it’ll be one step forward, three steps back. So I need to take it slow and work my way up gradually, but it’s frustrating, because I want to be as fit as I was when I arrived here. I’d just spent a couple of months on my mother’s farm chopping wood and shoveling gravel, and that felt good.
Whereabouts are they- surely there’s a UK doper or two nearby who can acquire a pointy stick?
My mini-rant of the day; I bought humane mousetraps because I didn’t want to have dead mice. I have pet mice. I like mice, I just don’t want them in my cupboards. So how did you manage to die in the live trap overnight, little mousey?
I finally got them to combine shipping thankfully.
I like mice as long as they’re in cages and not half eaten on my dining room floor. The only thing worse than mouse traps is a cat with a good eye and quick paws.
There’s this guy in my class who’s very religious. My friend and I call him The Preacher. I mentioned him in the Pit once before - he’s the one who got offended when I made a joke about smoking.
So, he struck again today. We’re going on a class outing on Monday - a picnic if it’s sunny, and the local planetarium if it rains. The Preacher spoke up and said that he didn’t want to go to the planetarium if there was anything there on the subject of evolution, because he doesn’t believe in evolution.
I tell you, my eyes actually hurt after I heard that, because I rolled them so far back in my head. :rolleyes:
