I have been looking for a new job for a long, long while. I’ve been unhappy at my current job for a long time. So I have a firm lead for a new job, had a great first interview and was told in the interview that they want me to come in for a second interview. They said they want to hire someone fast and they’d talk to the recruiter and arrange the second interview with these two people that only work every other week. OK. It’ll take some coordination but it’ll be soon, right? So I wait. I wait and I wait. Finally the recruiter calls, Wednesday after I interviewed on Friday, to give availability for end of the following week. So I do. And then I wait. And I wait and wait. It is now Tuesday of the week I gave availability for and they still haven’t given me a date and time.
It’s fine. I’m fine. I got my hopes up. Just another disappointment.
Ok, I made a rant over in MPSIMS and someone pointed me here, This is what I said
Can I just come in to rant about recorded sales calls? I get a lot of what I presume are scam calls, people with Indian accents, named “Allen” or “Carol” But lately I’ve been getting recorded calls, voices with American accents, also calling for “Medicare benefiits.” One had been a female voice, and one a male. I think they are trying to make folks feel guilty, because when I replied profanely to these(feeling no obligation to be polite) I got recorded responses scolding me.
And I’ve been getting a lot of calls too, four or five a day. Ticks me off that I have to put down whatever I’m doing to answer these.
What I said to the female voice was truly profane. I said Stop asking me my personal business you fucking bitch There was a pause and the recorded response was Well, you don’t have to be rude!" and then it hung up on me.
After calling the male voiced recording a fucking asshole there was a pause and the response said You don’t have to be rude, you could have just hung up"
Okay, take a deep breath, don’t get your blood pressure up.
Argung with a computer program is especially useless. Although if their programmers were smart they’d have added you to their “do not call” list, although they didn’t / won’t tell you that.
My closest next-door neighbours are a very pleasant older couple, which sounds ideal, except that they’re connected to an apparently large extended family of children, grandchildren, cousins, nephews, aunts, uncles, and whatever else, and they feel it’s their duty to play host to these frequently visiting hordes. The primary purpose of which is to sit around in their back yard and disturb my solitude.
Which is what happened on this particular evening, as they sat around nattering. Now, I am a furry and adorable canine, but I’ve been hanging around humans for so long that I’ve developed some human-like traits, so I have an evil streak. And I just want to say that, although I didn’t plan it this way, I found it delightful that at this exact moment my lawn mowing crew arrived. They are equipped with a heavy-duty gas-powered lawnmower that is VERY LOUD, a trimmer that is even louder, and a leaf-blower that is positively deafening.
I didn’t plan this, as I said. But as I watched said neighbours and assorted relations abandon the back yard and scurry into the house, I must admit that my tail was wagging.
If this is a landline, you have GOT to get an answering machine. We’ve had one, and lately we’ve turned off the ringer, too. But we can hear the message someone leaves, and if it’s Mom (no one else we care about calls), we’ll hear it and call back.
My grandparents function as a banking establishment for their child (once children) and teen and adult grandchildren. I learned the hard way that it’s possible to enable someone to death.
I don’t ask them for money, but I do occasionally get free babysitting for a Saturday. I’m their least expensive grandchild. I only ever asked them for money once, when I was in college, and I can’t remember what I needed it for - I think a security deposit. It was $600 and I paid it back within a few months. It about knocked my grandfather on his ass, to loan out money and actually get it back.
Why the fuck do we still have to have easy-to-break glass screens for cellphones, tablets, etc.? My phone gave up the ghost about a week after I got run into by a moron on a bike. I now have a damn good Oppo 10, but that’s not the point. My wife’s phone is getting read to leave this mortal coil soon. And I’ve seen so many people walking around with cracked, even shattered, screens. With today’s technology, why are we still using glass? What am I missing?
My case has a plastic screen protector and the touchscreen works through it. And I can tell you, the reason they make phone cases out of glass, not plastic, is that plastic gets scratched and discolored much easier than glass. I keep having to replace the cases as the screen protector, and only the screen protector, gets hard to see through clearly. This is the case
This day off can’t come soon enough. I want to quit everything. I want to quit the constant grind of housework and meal planning and cooking, I want to quit writing grants I know won’t be funded, I want to quit late reports, I want to quit the constant pressure of trying to be a Good Mom, I am so fucking fed up with everything right now, including my beloved husband who refuses to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher instead of the sink, I am just ready to stop all of it. I asked my husband to take my son for a haircut Sunday, because I had him scheduled last week in the middle of a fucking work day and the lady canceled on me due to weather. I just don’t have the fucking bandwidth this week. My husband asked me, “Why do you want me to do it?”
“Because it’s your turn! I’m tired.”
Ok he agreed to do it but only if I give our son a bath Saturday because I can’t have one thing taken off my plate without something else talking its place. When I’m stressed out and need extra time for my job, it’s always ceded grudgingly. It’s not his fault, we just live in a situation where one of us has to sacrifice something at all times. He’s cranky that I’m not the one getting the kid ready and driving him to daycare, when I want to divvy it up, at least this week, for the sake of my goddamn sanity.
I finally booked a fucking weed puller after looking everywhere and they fucking cancelled on me and offered to put me on a wait list. Our yard looks like shit. There’s one vine that tries to jump out and strangle you whenever you go on the back deck. They’re becoming sentient, ok?
I remember that cheesy ass Hallmark movie from my childhood where the Mom goes on strike and it doesn’t seem so cheesy right now. It sounds like a good fucking idea. You people can cook your own damned dinner.
(I did go to the GYN today and got a new BC scrip for PMDD and some blood work done so we’ll see if there’s something else contributing to this absolute burnout shit fest. The current problem is not PMDD, I’m just fucking done. Nothing but the bare minimum for the rest of the week.)
So… arriving at work this morning there was a police presence and various management/loss prevention types milling around. As I went to my station a Highland, Indiana police officer was perp-walking what was clearly a recent employee (now former) of the store I work at. As they went by me, the now-former employee was muttering “I bet I get to go home. You see, I’m going to get to go home”. Police office, looking completely unimpressed, murmured “Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. We’ll see.”
“I bet I’m going home…”
I’m thinking “I bet you’re going to need another job.”
Very curious what the man did to get fired, arrested, and police-escorted out of the store. Never did find out. Usually that requires either theft or assault, and nobody looked roughed up so I’m going to guess somebody got caught filching.
First of all, I have Nomorobo, which screens out a lot of spam calls. If the phone rings more than once I look at the caller id; if I don’t recognize the number or name I let it go to my answering machine. Almost every time instead of a message I hear the click of the caller disconnecting. If they start to leave a message and I realize it’s someone I actually want to talk to I cut in and take the call.
It works, it is a good title. But you totally took the wind out of my sails because I was going to rant at you for living in FL and daring to complain about the heat. Up here in MN, the news channels are driving me nuts with talk about how today is day 21 with a high of 90F or above so far this year, always trying to impress us with normal weather. They have short memories. in '88, we had 42 days in a row of temps above 90 and we are still here to tell the tale. But news programs do have short memories.
Today, I want to rant about my boss. She’s basically a good egg and means well, but like so many others she is so damn angry about everything. She practically shouts at me even when she isn’t berating me about my work, my questions, etc. I realize this isn’t actually about me, she’s angry because she almost lost her business during Covid, her husband is showing some worrying memory issues, and everybody is all about themselves - basically meaning she needs to know that someone cares about her and she needs a break from all these worries. Pretty much like most of us. But I don’t know how much longer I can deal with the constant anger. She’s beginning to wear me out.
Thank you for letting me rant. Now, I need to brush up my resume.
Yes, resume is first. It’s a darn shame that woman is nearing / at the end of her rope. It’s not your job to be cutting off parts of your life to weave more rope for her.
As to me, I love FL weather, and especially the summer. Many of my neighbors think it gets a bit much in August. Not me. I’m just glad it gets like it does or else another 4 million New Yorkers would move down next week. Ugh.
New Yorker migration; now that’s a FL weather related phenomenon to rant about.
