This is not a minirant…I was just coming in to complain about how everything in the office is breaking today, but now I’ll just slink back out. My condolences…
Oh, fer the luv of…my modem box has been hiding behind my laundry detergent for WEEKS now - I was re-setting the router, instead of the modem, so I got our ISP to re-set the IP at their end instead of here, and now our modem isn’t talking to our Airport anymore and we won’t have wireless internet until the new modem/router all-in-one box gets here. Goddamn sonofabitch - the worst part of this whole thing is that I could have taken care of all of this with one press of a button myself, if I’d noticed that goddamned little black box sitting there. I can point a few fingers at Telus and Ticketmaster, but I have to point a few at me, too.
By the way, in case anyone is wondering, our problem with Ticketmaster is now fixed.
And my condolences to you and your husband, SnakesCatLady. That sort of puts my issue with not having wireless internet for a couple of days into perspective.
I cannot believe JF is gone. I guess it was just too much happening to him at once. I think he’d been having some marital problems, and then the bar he’d been packing out as a musician for the last 10 years got new management and fired him. He didn’t leave a note or anything, so I guess we’ll never really know. His wife found him; I guess I’d rather it was her than his 85 year old father but it still sucks.
It’s just so sad.
I’ve been so excited because my hockey team won the first game of the playoffs. Hockey just doesn’t seem very important right now. I’ve been blusing for the last few days - I think menopause is having a last swipe at me - and now all I want to do is cry.
My condolences SnakesCatLady.
Sends virtual hugs and chocolate to SnakesCatLady. If there is anything I can say or do to comfort you, please ask.
That’s not a mini-rant. That’s a big deal.
I’m so sorry, SnakesCatLady. Try to take care of yourself.
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Gonna give the Other Shoe a big ol’ hug when I get home. I’m sorry for your husband’s family, SCL.
So I was at Wegman’s this afternoon for lunch and a short shopping trip to get stuff like hair gunk and the like. Anyway, silly me forgot that groceries have to be moved from the cart to the belt, from the cart again to the car, and from the car to the fridge. And silly me forgot that Wegman’s is a big place. I’m now very sore. And silly me can’t take anything for pain until 5 p.m. because I have to pick my husband up from work and therefore can’t take Vicodin. FML.
But this is trivial compared to SCL and her family. My sincerest condolences. 
Well, the wireless internet seems to be back, but my main email is still not working. That’s actually a good thing - it gives me the impetus to change from using that email address which has never worked properly.
My condolences to **SnakesCatLady **and her family.
My husband and I are kind of in a shithole right now. I’ve been having suicidal thoughts, he is being pushed to his own emotional limit, things seem horribly off track with both of our careers and we’re just exhausted. I’ve been unemployed for almost a year, we’ve had many nasty surprises from his Ph.D. program (like, oh the fact that we have to stay here another year.) I need help but I am so sick to death of therapy and depression and the whole mental health routine all I want to do is just crawl under the bed and die. I honestly believe that the only thing I have left to live for is my husband, and he can’t handle the strain.
I pit foundation contractors either explicitly telling me that my job is too small, or implicitly telling me by not returning calls. About those recommendations he promised? I won’t hold my breath. Gah!
Would it help to tell you that it would make a whole bunch of random internet strangers very, very sad if you were to go and off yourself?
Seriously, olives. I likes ya. You helped me through a lot of shit back when I really really needed perspective, and I learned a lot from you. I’m actually tearing up here at my desk at the thought of you doing anything to yourself. Sorry you’re dealing with so much stress at once - we’ve all been there in one way or the other, and it’s never easy.
Yes, it does help. Thank you very much for your kind words.
Count me too Olives. I’ve found many of your posts amusing and educational. I’d miss you if you were gone. Who else would remind us about the joys of sea cucumbers?
Please give it another try, I promise you it will work out. I’ve been where you are a couple of times in my life, and just takes waiting it out. And continuing to work on depression - are you on medication? That’s what finally worked for me. Do it for yourself, your husband, your friends - honestly, you will be glad you did.
Olives, I mean this very sincerely…
It would be a shame if you weren’t here. My furtive little doper crush on you can’t handle it. 
Oh, fuck…
My department has just been asked to do a profitability analysis. The thing is, we’re not profitable. At all. The products we create are mismanaged because my boss is incompetent. Mine especially does not sell because I am not permitted to have the staff pre-sell because, though I’m the manager, they’re not technically my staff. I can develop the product all I want, but if I’m not permitted any influence over the sales process itself, I can’t affect the sales and therefore profitability.
Unfortunately, my boss was also hired by the person asking for the profitability analysis and, despite him being reported to HR multiple times for harassment and creation of a hostile workplace, he’s still there. So something tells me he’s not going to get fired if we can’t justify our existence. Something tells me that it’s my ass on the line instead.
Oh, well. I fucking hate this job anyway.
olives, I’m sure you don’t know me from Adam, but I’ve been lurking here close to a decade and you were one of the first posters I recognized by name as someone I liked and respected. I’m sincerely sorry you and your husband are having such a bad time. One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever got was “everything is a phase.” Just hang in there and something will change for you.
And remember all the internet strangers who would miss you and worry for you. Myself included.
My mini rant: Colic still sucks and my crazy mother-in-law is in town. :eek:
Olives, hand in there. A cliche I know, but it is always darkest before the dawn. We value your input which is probably the mildest thing on your mind at the moment. Support your husband, but also look to yourself.
Snakecat lady, you have my best wishes. I have been hanging back from responding as I didn’t want to come across as a dick, but what you have experienced is not a mini rant- it is a traumatic experience. Possibly we need a different forum/ thread for such things as they are not trivial.