I can’t speak for kaylasdad (well, I can, but the voice is kind of squeaky and weird), but I did. 
After watching some reality tv, I wish to Pit every show where they show people driving and blabbing on their cellphones. Knock it off already!
I’m having a Bad People Day.
I have people who want to use temporary non-production workspace (specifically designated for TEMPORARY files) to build a production reporting database using sensitive information. They don’t seem to be capable of understanding why this is a BAD IDEA.
I went for a walk down to Arby’s for lunch. This is a downtown Arby’s in an office building. As I’m walking down there, after the light rail train goes by, there comes some moron driving right behind it on the light rail tracks. I point at the proper lane on the other side of the road and she just smiles and waves.
I get just across the street and this woman walks out of a building talking on her cellphone, looking left, walking right. Directly into the crowd, directly into me. I put my hand out to stop her, she walks into it, turns and sneers at me. Hey, thanks ever so much, CIM.
I get into Arby’s and the place is packed. Of course it is, it’s just after noon. These two women walk up behind me. One of them starts throwing a fit because their usual table is occupied. She isn’t sure she wants to eat there if they can’t sit at THEIR table.
Really? Dial back the Stupid. It’s a fucking fast food restaurant and it’s packed.
Then the other one starts getting upset because after spending all this time digging in her purse, she finds a coupon for a chicken, bacon and swiss sandwich. But she wants a different sandwich - and somehow this is all their fault. :rolleyes:
Oh, and I come back to the guy with the requests demanding I push them through despite the fact that he and I both got a response from my higher ups saying to hold off while they discuss what the hell these people are thinking and trying to accomplish.
That would be a NO.
Why can’t the grand sum of human ingenuity design a gymnastics leotard that doesn’t give a little girl a wedgie?
Chimera, the level of stupidity around you today does seem to be above average.
A short-legged unitard would work - I’ve wondered in the past why gymnasts don’t wear those, and not have to de-wedgify themselves so often.
Somebody tell me I’m doing the right thing, remind me that too soon is far better than too late, because the two animals I have scheduled for euthanasia tomorrow look so good today. Archie* just went galloping off to find his friends in the woods, and Jack* is truckin’ drunkenly around like a trooper, and thoroughly enjoyed his swim. He even liked the ride in the electric cart, which he doesn’t as a rule.
Dammitdammitdammit. I know it needs to happen but geeze it’s hard when they look so happy right now.
*Referenced in this post if anyone cares.
I now understand that prancing that goes on in the floor routines.
Seriously, what is that all about? If the gymnasts need to catch their breath between tumbling runs, then do something graceful and lovely. Dance, don’t prance. The men don’t prance.
Two things, husband gone for six weeks on rotation in Libya!
Second ,one of my veneers seems like it’s chipped:mad:
I work for two women who are sisters. One works one week. The other the next week. They alternate.
Both have very different styles of doing thing , both of are wrong on about 75% of the ‘do it this way.’ Based on what the others say and me finding shit all over the place.
I am caught in the middle and get a new lecture every week.
If they would just quit, it would be so much better.
Wow, this whole Chic-fil-a kerflunkle has brought out the inner bigot in people I would never has suspected it of. I had to refrain from telling the father of a friend: "You believe in an invisible sky Father who is going to reward you when you die for being an asshole on Earth, and I’m illogical?
I will absolutely tell you that. I’ve said goodbye to animals on both ends of the spectrum ( too soon and too late ), and while I’ve never regretted the too soon, I’ve definitely regretted the too late. Be grateful that they’re enjoying their last hours as much as they can, and go into tomorrow secure in the knowledge that you’re doing the right thing.
Hugs to all three of you.
You are doing the right thing.
I will regret to my dying day putting my bud Little Guy through such hell before he passed, because I didn’t want to let him go. I was wrong to wait so long, and he paid for it.
I hope you took the day and gave them as much love as they could possibly handle.
Then take them in tomorrow and ease their passing, so they do not suffer a lingering death.
I like the idea of your charges going out on a high note. I’m afraid we waited until there were nothing but low notes.
Wait, “ride in an electric cart”? That’s wonderful-- it’s like a Make A Wish Foundation activity.
You know them the best and if you have decided that their quality of life isn’t good enough to allow you to still have them in your life, you are doing the right thing. Trying to pick the day we have to lose a beloved pet is the hardest thing we have to do - my heart goes out to you.
I so agree that you are doing the right thing. I tend to end up with throw away pets. Old and sick and needing care. I have kept some too long, trying just one last thing to keep them for a few more days/weeks/months.
It hurts to lose them. It hurts even more to pay someone to come to your home and kill your beloved pets. Kinda like you are betraying them. But…you aren’t. You are doing the best, most loving thing you can possibly do.
I’ve also noticed that when I make the choice and phonecalls to get the vet out here…the one who is going to leave does seem to do better. Its almost like they know that their pains and aches will be over.
Sorry for the double post…but I just found Steve.
Steve (feral cat loose in my home) has been “missing” for 2 days. I knew that he wasn’t stuck anywhere because he was using his litterbox and eating his gooshy food.
I had expected that Steve was hiding under the couch or something, went to put some sweatshirts into the winter closet. I know, I know. 3 days of 3 digit heat doesn’t mean I shouldn’t keep at least one sweatshirt handy.
So…I opened the closet…and heard a most terrible scream. I was afraid that I had caught a cat in the rollers, so dropped the sweatshirts on the floor and started looking at the bottom rail of the sliding door.
The feral scream got worse, hissing and spitting and “I’m so going to eat your face if you get in claw’s range” sounds.
Finally, FINALLY, I looked up and Steve was on the shelf. Hunkered in the corner, scared because I was too close, and using all of his words to express his displeasure.
I left the room, went outside and called Bill. Not to tell him to fly out with a shotgun…but because hearing his voice is calming. Not to mention that flying with a shotgun would be a needless bother, I have shotguns here.
(feral cat is safe. no shotguns will happen. I covered my jackets with a beat up blanket, so Steve can climb that without tearing holes in stuff. Steve also has a bed on the shelf. idiot me, idiot cat.)
Holy fuck, my ex husband is functionally fucking retarded. I just got this wall of unpunctuated text e-mail that is half in text speak, and as near as I can guess (I don’t speak fucking moron) he wants me to be his unpaid travel agent and tour guide when he turns up here next year for our son’s graduation. So I should book a hotel for him (or tell him what to book) and give him advice on flights or whatever. You’re a grown fucking man (sort of) do it yourself. You’re not employed, you have time.
Well he can fold that until it’s all corners and shove it up his lily white ass sideways, because that’s not happening in this life or any other. He seems to think that I am his friend, because I can co-parent and not point out his functional fucking retardedness, or mention that I’m aware he can puncutate because I taught him to and even though I’m not real good at it I’m pretty sure he can work out where periods might oughta go. And because I gave up asking about child support he’s never going to pay anyway, in the interest of him taking to the kid rather than hiding from all of us.
So now I’m sitting here at work chanting, “letitgoletitgoletitgo” under my breath, but it’s not working. I don’t know why. I normally can laugh it off but the sheer gall of him wanting me to do it all for him when I divorced him for a reason is really under my skin today.
Gah.
Aaaargh stupid body.
Two faint positive pregnancy tests, then a whole bunch of bleeding. No idea if it’s “acceptable” level first trimester bleeding (I’d only be about 4 weeks), or an early miscarriage, and it looks like even if I do a third test, it’d be positive either way because the hormones stick around a while after the embryo has gone. Stupid nature. Stupid tests. Stupid me getting knocked up in the first place!
I’m at the point now, that I don’t mind either way. If I am still, then yes, the timing sucks, but I’ve made no secret that I wanted at least one more baby and my man’s not entirely unhappy about it either. If I’m not, then I’ve got various parties this month I can enjoy without uncomfortable lies about why I’m not drinking, and a 10K I can get back to training for.
I just need to know - rant over.
I’m really tired of this one. I’ve not lost any family or friends, but in the last 2 months, five people that I care about have lost parents or spouses. My group of friends needs a break for a while.
OK, I have a credit card – said account was CLOSED YEARS AGO.
I finally paid the damn thing OFF. COMPLETELY. FINITO. DONE. ALL GONE.
I’m still getting PAPER STATEMENTS saying:
New Balance $0.00
Past Due Amount $0.00
Minimum Payment $0.00
And …
Interested Charged: +$0.68
(Purchase Interest Charge)
HOW DO I KILL THIS ACCOUNT?
I thought it was dead, by now!!!
Thanks everyone. I’m waiting for the vets office to call and give me an eta.
Waiting sucks.