For sure! Choir is the ONLY thing I miss about high school!
I don’t have any rants because I never get angry (but I constantly make others angry). Oh, the joys of sociopathy!
So I went back to the eye doctor for a 5th time for a more comprehensive exam. They did some extreme dilation of my eyes and gave me a fifth prescription to try. Not accurate in the slightest. I am done with that clinic. I now have to figure out some way to go to another eye doctor and get another eye exam and have it covered by insurance. In the meantime all I have are a pair of slightly-off glasses with no sun protection (I have enormous pupils that are extremely sensitive to light.) I’m getting headaches but surviving.
So I was prospecting Friday at the Free Library of Philadelphia, which means I was looking for potential funders. Also I hate driving in Philadelphia, and that roundabout-with-crossroads area in particular is fucking impossible to figure out. I was actually to the point of crying by the time I found a parking spot (I may be a wee bit hormonal.)
I spent basically the whole day going through a grantmaker database and writing stuff down - incredibly boring. They wouldn’t let me save any files on the computer, so I couldn’t use an excel database, I had to write everything down by hand.
I was like, okay, I’ll grab a juice and head across the street and sit down at the park bench, try to revitalize myself. I step outside and it was so bright, because I have no sun protection with my glasses I literally had tears streaming down my face. I sat down on the park bench and it was still too bright, so I moved to the one about twenty feet away, opposite mine. Still couldn’t see a damn thing, water just pouring out of my eyes. Finally I just took off my glasses and put on my sunglasses. Still couldn’t see but at least my eyes didn’t hurt.
When I stood up, my bag was gone. And with it, every single note I have taken since I started my job three weeks ago, including the six hours worth of prospecting I had been doing all day. Some fucker stole a canvas tote bag that contained nothing more than a spiral notebook. :mad: I cased that entire area, even looking in some homeless dude’s shopping cart, and I went to all the library authorities; gone, baby gone.
So with my remaining two hours I managed to get back to my starting place. Then I remembered GoogleDocs. :smack: And of course, I got to follow all of that with a 1.5 hour drive home in rush hour traffic.
This new job is lots of fun but an extremely large amount of responsibility, and therefore very stressful. Sometimes the Executive Director and I just start giggling because the task in front of us seems so ridiculously daunting (we’re trying to get our nonprofit organization back in black, which requires re-structuring the programs and changing our entire fiscal strategy.) It’s generally the kind of job given to someone after years of development experience, and it’s my first job in the field. They think I am qualified to do this why?
Having driven through that part of Philadelphia, I’d say you were a wee bit normal. What’s abnormal is not finding that place an oil-tanker-full of frustration.
And what you’re doing at work is simply what you did with your own finances already. BTDT, GTTS, now scale it up.
“This is a message for Typo Negative. Press any key to continue”
Fuck you. I don’t know who you are or why you are calling, so the only key I am pressing is the one to hang up. If it is important, either state the business up front or have a human call me.
How do I get these to stop??
obligatory disclaimer: I am not a filthy person and I do not keep a filthy home. But we’ve had a mild (read: incredibly cool for Texas) summer with more rain than we usually get (read: any) after a super-mild winter … sooooo bugs galore. Also: I really HATE ROACHES and THEY FREAK ME THE HOLY HELL OUT and pant, pant deep breath
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Scene: standing in the bug-control aisle of the grocery store
purplehorseshoe: Small roach traps? SMALL? I can **step **on the small ones, fer#$%^&*sake. I wanna kill of the ones that fly up my friggin shorts.
- realizes she’s muttering to herself in public *
~~ FIN ~~
P.S. This was all triggered because I opened the back door and the damn thing skittered into the brightly lit kitchen WTF ?!?! and now there’s a roach the size of a velociraptor somewhere in the recesses of my kitchen.
I was leaving Sky Harbor when a truck full of watermelons had a mishap. I did as well. This is a new car, my last car went for 10 years without damage, this one now has a dent in the bumper and has already been back to the dealor because the fan went out.
I’m starting to think that this car is cursed or something.
annnnnddd…I thought that if I woke Bill up in a good way when I went to bed that he would sleep later. Happy ending happened, but he only slept until 6 am. And then more happy endings for me, so it was a win win story. Except that he left the eggs on the stove and they burnt and the alarm was ignored.
At least we still have lots of colanders.
Back in the day, I was living in Hawaii. One night, I got up to get a drink of water, put my robe one and went to the kitchen. Something started scratching my boob and I looked into my robe to see a BIG FUCKING ROACH holding onto the inside of my robe and reaching those disgusting legs out to touch me.
Being the mature and self relient woman that I am, I droped my robe on the floor and started screaming my head off while I was running into other rooms. I kept running into the kitchen to stomp on my robe and that disgusting thing just weezed and got back up.
One of the neighbors came running over with a piece of pipe, knocked on the door and when I opened the door while screaming THERE, THERE, SAVE ME!!! said neighbor ran into my kitchen and the evil roach started flying around and chased him out the door.
Police and neighbor’s wife showed up, me naked and screaming and neighbor swinging his pipe around. That was not a very fun night.
I swear to god, I would have been entertained. 
When I first encountered Palmetto bugs I described them as “they’re fucking Texas-sized roaches!”… are the ones in actual Texas even bigger?
Or the ones in Hawaii :eek:
You guys have too many huge bugs!
I actually did see something like that not long ago. A woman was stopped at a traffic light and was struck from behind (idiot car driver was distracted by something she shouldn’t have been doing while driving, didn’t notice the red light OR the motorcycle in front of her). The rider was thrown several yards and she died from impact injuries. The news report basically said, “She was wearing a helmet, but didn’t stand a chance between the impacts with the car and the pavement.”
Speak to me in ENGLISH! DO YOU SPEAK IT MUTHERFUCKER!
What?
Your computer won’t boot up? Why did you bring a broken computer to college? You see that line of people you stood in to get here? All they want is help getting on the campus network. I can help each of them in less than 10 minutes. Their computers work. Bring this back in a few days and I can look at it. For now, that wouldn’t be fair to the rest.
Update: We got it all worked out! She will have to take her required history class online in the school library, but that made it possible to change her other classes around so that she can attend the trade school AND be in choir! Yay for us! 
I like this phrase. It has potential.
The lingering scent of the fungal cream prescribed by my doctor, combined with the daily sunscreen I just started using, produces old man smell.
Wait…your state doesn’t even have a helmet law for kids?! That’s fucked up.
I need more colanders to keep up around here.
Are you sure it’s not your being an old man? :dubious:
I feel like this is the start to a Great American Novel that I’m not sure I want to read.
Well, see now, this is why I just go get my drink o’ water nekkid. Although, it does sound like you wound up heading that direction anyway …