The station I go to is always telling me that my tank is full. It will not auto fill. I have to hold the damn trigger down, and fight it every time as it keeps telling me I’m full. Finally afraid that I’m just putting gasoline back into the tank, I will quit, to find I’m only like 3/4 full. And it’s every pump, not just one.
If only there was a cheaper station nearby.
These last few weeks I’ve had to sit through lots of powerpoint presentations, many lasting more than 3 hours and none of them have included a single break.
I don’t care if you’re steve jobs back from the dead to show how the new iphone doubles as a jetpack: after an hour the audience has largely tuned out and need either a break, or at least some audience participation.
I have lots of gripes about presentations; but breaks comes first because just including some pauses can ameliorate many of the other problems.
A friend of mine divorced 3-4 years ago. She got the house as part of the settlement and lost the house last year due to unemployment and other issues. She moved in with friends to save enough money for a downpayment on a condo near where her house was (she has family in the area and doesn’t want to be far from them). She saved enough money and bought the condo right after the first of this year.
At the association meeting this past week it was discovered that the whole septic system needs replacing, which means that the fees will be jacked up $$$.
My friend can’t afford those fees, so now she’s looking to sell and has no idea where she’s going to live.
Tree sex!! AAARRRRRGH!! My head is stuffed up, my eyes are watering, I’m running thru tissues like crazy - Oh how I hate pollen season!!!
I leave the office and my dark blue car is covered in yellow tree sex dust!
I didn’t have any allergies when I was a kid, but boy howdy, do I have them now! ugh.
WTF is Canada post doing? Here’s a timeline for a package:
Wed 3:15PM: Package tracking is updated to indicate that a pickup slip was left for me.
Wed 6:00PM: I check. Multiple times. There is no pickup slip, but an unrelated letter has been delivered.
Thu 7:00AM: I call Canada Post. They tell me I can pick up my package at 1PM
Thu 1:00PM: I go to the post office depot and they tell me that they have no idea when my package will be available. It could come in as late as 9PM. I leave.
Thu 1:03PM: Online tracking is update to indicate that my package is available for pickup. Thanks, fuckers.
Thu 7:00PM: The pickup slip magically appears in my mailbox 1 day late. I don’t even know how this is possible.
The most annoying thing is that I was home when they tried to deliver the package, but when they buzzed my apartment it called my cell phone, which is dead. What’s in the package, you ask?
My new cellphone, of course.
To the asshole who was driving his penis Porsche at least 45 Mph in the Traderr Joe’s parking lot …fuck you you selfish POS. It’s a crowded parking lot not the autobahn.
Six weeks from graduation and I get a call from the school today. My kid basically hasn’t done any work at all since spring break in the two classes he needs to graduate, English and Government. Oh, he’s getting an A in physics, which is an elective for him, and a B in psychology, also an elective. I’m stunned. I’m pissed. I don’t understand it. This is not typical for him. Yeah, he screws around sometimes, but he hasn’t failed a class yet. He’s not quite failing government, but he’s completely failing English.
Don’t feel too bad. My son basically redshirted his junior year in highschool, with his mom’s approval.
When I hear “redshirted” I assume you mean “acted like an unnamed ensign on an away team who was probably too lazy to run away from that episode’s Smegma Monster”…
A little tired of grocery bag packers trying to add extra bags. I gave you the bag I want my groceries packed into. No, it’s not too heavy. Why would I buy the stuff if it was too heavy to carry home? That’s what shoulder bags are FOR.
Heh. No, he just took a year off.
Oh my deity, prom is a giganto-normous pain in the ass. The Boy’s senior prom begins at 8 tonight. We have been preparing for about 300 years, as of 11 am local time. And this is for the efficient, self-sufficient kid. Tuxedo, flowers, special socks (they have pink flamingos!) Obnoxious aviator sunglasses for the photos. Photographer. Location for photos. Secondary location in case of rain. Dinner reservations, transportation, ferrying vehicles to the site of the breakfast being hosted afterwards. Prepping for the beach picnic tomorrow (I was in charge of making dips. The hummus and the smoked salmon dip are fantastic, if I do say so myself - I like cooking for foodies!) “Oh, hey, do we have any disposable plates and forks? Can I steal this case of bottled water? Do you have an overnight case for my toothbrush and deodorant and stuff? I don’t like this sunscreen - it’s sticky! I’m gonna steal your really expensive stuff instead.”
I’m so glad that Girl 2.0 declined an invitation to go this year, because she would still be trying on dresses.
I need a drink!
Had to change the headlight bulbs in my Jeep today. The passenger side one required removal of the battery to access the socket and retaining ring. It was also a little bit stuck in the housing, likely because – if the date code is any indication – it was original to the vehicle. :eek:
Now on to the driver’s side where, sometime in the past 18 years, someone broke the locking tabs on the bulb’s socket. It’s held in place with a cable tie. 
Since I’ve never had to change the headlight bulbs before now, can I be forgiven for not noticing this???
Update; I got a voice message from someone at the clinic’s billing department this morning. I was asleep at the time & when I called back their call center was closed so I left another voicemail (w/o screaming & profanity this time). :smack:
IME most cashiers default to loading up my bags in order of smallest to largest for some reason so unless I specify otherwise I get the smallest back packed with stuff & largest one w/ only 1 or 2 items in it. :dubious:
They would probably operate on a similar equipment budget.
Serious, and perhaps dumb question: you know those little vents that surround the fill valve, that allow airflow so that you can pump fuel into the car? Are they gunked up somehow? Because I think that could cause the issue you describe. Maybe. Unless I’m just an idiot.
I’ve never been, nor am I still, a big TV watcher. I have a couple of shows I like to watch but I’m not going to throw fits if I miss them. I tend to leave the TV on, however, as background noise. This drives my husband nuts.
We tend to work opposite schedules, so our only"bonding" time is usually after dinner. He loves TV. He’s got an arm’s length worth of shows he MUST watch. Needless to say, his tastes and mine are completely opposite. I’ll sit through a show or two with him to make him happy but I almost always fall asleep. When I wake up, I’m faced with Mr. Sulky Face.
But god forbid if I ask him to help me walk the dogs after dinner, you know? Sometimes I’ll just ignore this “bonding” time and take them myself. If I ask him to accompany us he’d rather watch TV.
What The Utter F. I give up.
Tiny Tabitha cat, we need to talk. Specifically about your propensity for stealing all of Fluffy Samantha cat’s toys and hiding them under the sectional couch downstairs. Stop doing that. Samantha would like some toys. Actually, I would like her to have some toys so she’ll stop trying to eat my hand when I pet her.
In closing, all the toys are not yours. You have lots of toys downstairs. Stop being a territorial bitch.
With increasing annoyance,
Me
Try driving a '67 Mustang with a rear tank. With California systems, there is no way to fill-up without dumping around a quarter cup of premium on the ground. It takes about 4 pulls of the trigger at different angles just to get started, and then I have to hold it the entire time, and then be ready for the backsplash.
Luckily it is only a Sunday Driver (when it is not up on blocks, like it is right now).
Or riding a motorcycle. It takes 2 hands to fill up. One hand to hold the pump and the other one to hold the springy thingy in place so the gas will dispense.
Hopes that the prom madness is over. I have heard that its worse on parents than kids.
Our newest batch of rescue kittens are not doing well. I was told that they were 6 weeks old, but I knew better when I got them. 4 weeks at the oldest. I’m bottle feeding them every 4 hours and have let Steve go into their cage (he’s a great kitten mommy), but they just ain’t doing well. One of them is eating the gooshy food, but the rest are baffled at the concept. (The cage is covered with blankets and they have heating pads, and an old wind up clock.)
My BB and I are spatting over this. He wants them to go to the vet for full intervention. The vet saw them yesterday and said that sometimes kittens just fail to thrive. I certainly don’t want to lose any cats on my watch, but sometimes it happens. I feel very cold-blooded just posting this. However, its feeding time again, so off I go.