First of all, I have my first pair of bifocals. I’m not normally a vain person, and aging doesn’t generally bother me, but…dammit! My mom has bifocals. I’m not supposed to have bifocals yet. I’m 36. Yes, I realize that this is just fine and you gotta do what you gotta do to see and all, but goddammit! In my head, bifocals = old. And to add insult to injury, they make me slightly nauseated when I’m walking around. Apparently that’s normal, but having a vague desire to hurl just from walking bugs the shit out of me.
Second, I’m supposed to be working from home today. Working from home. I have had to reiterate that to a couple of people, including my husband, who stayed late to spend some time with me this morning. I want to spend time with him, I really do. But I have a doctor’s appointment to leave for soon and, believe it or not, actually work when I say I am so that that occasional privilege is not taken away from me (right now I can’t move forward on a project for a few minutes until something in our system is updated).
Third, it is finally dawning on my boss that he has no idea what I or his other employees do and that he is completely ancillary to our department. The only reason he is there is that his boss got him hired there and is too embarrassed about the decision to actually fire him. To add insult to injury, our department is being audited. My boss initially thought this didn’t apply to him and didn’t care. Now that it is becoming clear that they’re also auditing our electronic usage (he spends most of the day watching TV online, shopping and on facebook) and comparing our planning to what actually gets done (which is precious little since he considers a marketing or product plan “useless paperwork that needs to be checked off”), he’s getting extremely jittery and taking it out on everyone around him by being an enormous douchebag - even moreso than usual. I hope they nail him. Somehow, some way, I hope they do.
Yay! After three months of our union fighting with our company, they’ve finally forced their hand and are making the company honor our contract and allow our department to return to a work-at-home setup.
Oh, except for me and two others who have had a minor ding on our records…we’re being forced to remain in the office because of our “performance issues”.
Fuck you, you shitty little douchebags – you know god damn well this has nothing to do with performance and everything to do with wanting to drive people out of the company. New VP, you’re a fucking cancer on this company and its loyal employees. We’ve stuck with this company through the dot-com boom when people were rushing off left and right for shinier opportunities, and now you’re coming in here and fucking over everyone you can in a petty, pathetic bit of posturing, trashing people’s lives and livelihoods, just so you can try (and fail) to look slightly better for the board of directors.
I’ve lived my life trying to hold ill will for no one, but bitch, if I happened to see your car on fire in the parking lot with you stuck in it, I cannot fathom a single reason not to honk, wave, and keep on fucking driving.
By the way, yes, I’m interviewing for a new job in the company. In a work-at-home position, far removed from you and your now-toxic department. Drop fucking dead.
His favourite sheep up and weft him. Who wooldn’t be upset?
My car is apparently back in running order. This required not one but two revisits to the garage. One this morning, when they thought they’d fixed the issue (something about having to do a massive system reset that discharged all the capacitors, and why didn’t they do that to begin with? because this isn’t an issue on that many cars and also cleaning the throttle body, and I have no idea why that’s even an issue) and this afternoon, when I took it back because it stalled again on the way to work and, to quote the mechanic, he cleaned the bejeezus out to the throttle body (again) and found a spot he’d missed this morning.
She seems to be running better, or at least did on the way home, a whole mile and a half.
Why in hell a dirty throttle body becomes an issue when the battery is replaced was not explained.
About 10 days ago, I rushed one of my cats to the emergency vet because of a urinary blockage. He stays a couple of days, gets all sorts of stuff done to him, and comes back home. We have to give him liquid antibiotic twice a day, which he hats. On Saturday, he’s crying again, so we rush him to his regular vet, who gave him an antibiotic shot and pronounced him unblocked. So, for the past couple of days, he hasn’t had any oral medication.
But now apparently he thinks that I hate him, and I’m gonna torture him if I get hold of him. So he’s running away from me every time I even look at him. I hope that I can regain his trust.
That sucks, Lynn. Don’t you wish they could understand us when we tell them we’re just trying to help?
I feel your pain - Mojo’s now taking 4 pills and two oral shots of liquid meds daily until we can get his thyroid straight enough for them to put him under for dental work to treat the abscesses. At least he has a reason to hate me, though, since I’m sitting on him and shoving and squirting medications down his throat twice a day. If all this goes well, once they fix his mouth so he’s no longer in pain, I’m finding the money for the radioactive iodine treatment so we don’t have to chase him around and traumatize him twice a day.
Hope your kitty feels better soon. Maybe some nice stinky tuna will buy his love?
flatlined, I probably shouldn’t mention it was 82 here today, which is about 30 degrees above normal. :d&r:
I’ve had my new-to-me car for a week, and today the tire pressure warning light came on. Tires all looked fine to me so I had boyfriend check them out. He said one was a little low, so we went to the gas station to fill it up. He has a compressor but couldn’t find it.
We had to drive to five different gas stations before we found one that had a working, non-vandalized air compressor.
Then we had a big fight in the car because I complained about a stupid driving move he made. Stopped at a green light in the go-straight lane to let someone turn left in front of us and almost got us rear-ended. He didn’t understand why I thought it was a stupid thing to do.
Lynn, that bites. I know how it must hurt your heart to see him afraid of you. I agree with Antigen. Bribes are very helpful tools when it comes to cats.
It snowed all day yesterday. It snowed all night. I had 4 inches of snow on my car when I got up this morning and I’m at 3400 feet. The roads were a mess. Traffic was a mess. The warehouse roof was leaking. The wind made my ears hurt every time I stepped outside. My work boots have gromets in the sides for airflow or something. They also allow snowflow. I learned that while I was out in the flipping wind, shoveling the entrance way because I don’t want there to be a sheet of ice when I get in tomorrow morning because facilities isn’t doing anything about it because they are busy fixing the leaks at the courthouse.
I live in the flipping desert and its the middle of March, riding season should be starting. This is not right.
Bill called me at lunch to tell me that Houston was a balmy 78 degrees. I hung up on him. Butthead!!!
(actually, that’s a bit of a private joke between us. sometimes he calls with stuff like that just so I’ll hang up. he does it when its in the triple digits of summer as well.)
Did you mention to him one of the best descriptions of good driving I’ve ever read (from here, of course) - good driving is predictable driving. He wasn’t driving predictably.
I have to join in the cat rants now - we thought we lost a cat tonight, but she came back in (we have a cat-proofed back yard, but there was a small hole in the fence that I hadn’t caught, so we thought she had gotten out). She came back in around 11 pm and was ravenous (this cat never misses a meal!), and after eating, she made some “I’m in severe pain” moaning sounds. She seems fine again, and has eaten a good, big dinner, and is walking okay, so I don’t know what’s up with her. She’s 16 years old and has arthritis and is barfing a lot lately, so there might be something going on with her - I think it’s time for kitty to go in for a check-up.
Stinky tuna didn’t work. However, after the tuna, I was petting the older female cat, and he saw that SHE was getting petted and where were his pettings? He’s always been jealous of other cats getting petted. He forgot all about being grabbed and stuffed into a carrier, and demanded his rightful share of The Pettings. Now he’s all lovey dovey again. Cats is weird. But at least he loves me again, and he’s feeling well enough to chase the red dot of the laser pointer.
I HATE it when it snows in an area that usually doesn’t get snow. Nobody has the right clothing, the people in charge of clearing streets and roads don’t have the right equipment to clear everything (or at least, not nearly enough of it), and nobody knows how to drive in snow.
Cat Whisperer, is she on glucosamine? It can work wonders for arthritis, and can also calm down other irritations. Might want to ask the vet about it, if she’s not on it already.
“They’re two, they’re four, they’re six, they’re eight,
shunting trucks and hauling freight.
Red and green and brown and blue,
they’re the really useful crew!”
Google says it’s “Thomas the Train Engine.” WAG is that Ronia’s child is demanding solid 24-7 showings of said show, perhaps one single episode or even song, rendering Ronia incapable of anything but typing the demon verse and screaming hatred.
Really? I don’t recall that one (though mentally I was singing along) I thought it was Chuggington.. Too many shows. Currently we are loving Netflix, he’s zipping through Sonic Underground right now.
To the half dozen or so idiots I encountered on the road today, here are the cream of the crop:
A hearty screw you to the two tailgaters who didn’t get the hint when I brake-checked them. I see the tangled aftermaths of far too many tailigating incidents around here all the time and get mighty nervous when yet another one of them gloms 3 feet away onto my bunghole like a obsessive-compulsive sodomizing tick.
A hale go hose yourself to the idiot at the 3 way stop who didn’t seem to notice or care that I had been stationary for more than 5 seconds longer than he was, and who then acted surprised when I started to move first and had to jam my brake on when he started forward too.
And a special place in my heart belongs to the asshole who cut in front of the line of left-turning cars I was in, almost causing a chain reaction series of collisions. Just go down and do a U-iee the next time mmkay douchebag?
