I know where you’re coming from.
As the IT person in my region in my agency, I’m considered part of the leadership team. I report directly to the big boss in our region. I’m part of all leadership discussions. But I have nobody who reports to me so I feel out of place for most of the topics, which are about managing people.
They do want me there because every now and then they have technology questions I can answer but otherwise I feel like a cat in a dog show.
Yeah, I’m there to say, “We can’t spend the money that way” or “let me see what the grant policy says.”
Unfortunately today I had to talk about the absolute clusterfuck that is federal grants under the current administration. I don’t have the ability to pretend to be upbeat about it, either. At the end of my spiel, I closed with, “It sucks.”
Sometimes your job is to tell people what they need to hear, not what they want to hear.
It is your job to help the other employees deal with the current situation. You can’t do that by lying to them.
This is exactly why we keep our toilet lid down. Our teeny tiny terrorist kitty, Sadie Mae, loves drinking from the toilet. She’s also very uncoordinated so she often falls in the toilet while trying to drink from it. To stop her from doing both, we got in the habit of always closing the toilet lid so she can’t give in to temptation.
I have been rear ended twice in about 2 years. both times the people in the cars that hit me got out of the car yelling about why was I stopped! Well becasue of oncoming traffic in the first case and in the second I wasnt stopped I was turning into my driveway which is a very tight turn so you have to go very slow. The part I dont understand is even if I was stopped, why did you run into me? I have a white crossover so it can’t be that you didn’t see me. Both times they got the tickets.
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C’mon, @MeepersC, Spice_Weasel was telling the truth, not spewing shit! 
My Mom was moved from the hospital to a rehabilitation facility today. The move kept getting delayed. When she was finally moved , there was another patient in the transport van with us. The transport men wheeled Mom to a room and transferred her to the bed. I started to unpack. They came back and said they had put the patients in the wrong rooms. I followed to the new room. They transferred Mom to the new bed. They did a bad job, causing her pay and leaving her badly positioned. They said a nurse could fix things. They also forgot to put the right rail back up. I asked at a nearby nurses station for someone to reposition Mom and check her ostomy. I unpacked. Nurses came in and did what I had asked. They said the admissions nurse would be in soon. I waited. She eventually came in with a bunch of forms for me to sign. She had me wait in a lounge and fill them out while she checked Mom for an injuries and bruises. This took a very long time. I am going home after I finish the last form. It is a list of all items Mom brought with her. Other than her iPhone, nothing is remotely valuable. I was told that a CNA would need to verify the list after I completed it. That was at least fifteen minutes ago. I will go ask at the desk as soon as I am done posting this. I refuse to count how many bras Mom brought just so I can count them again or the CNA can count them.
While I was typing this, my sister texted me. Then when I said everything was fine and I had signed all but one of the forms, she became panicked and called me. I explained that I had signed a form consenting to rehabilitation therapy only, and a few forms certifying that Mom had received Covid, flu and pneumonia vaccines. She was angry that I had not called her when Mom arrived at the rehab facility. I was explained that the in the fifty years I have known her, calling and waking her up when it is not an emergency results in her biting my head off . She said that although this was not an emergency, that rule did not apply. I said she should have told me that. She said I should have known. I feel there will be more yelling about this matter when we all wake up
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Why do I feel like I’ve had that exact conversation with various people throughout my life?
Some days I wonder if people assume I’m psychic.
(I’m not.)
Doc, remember too that this situation is stressful for everyone, and if your sister is being unreasonable it’s probably because she’s not dealing with this well either. Who would? It sucks.
I’m sorry you’re going through all this.
Thanks. I didn’t say it, but for at least the past thirty years My sister has a pattern of repeatedly telling me very basic information that I have known for quite some time. For her to not explicitly and repeatedly tell me something she thinks I should know is new.
When I finally left rehab to call an Uber, I saw that my sister had sent me an explanation/apology. I did my best to respond calmly and politely, saying that from my perspective it was not clear that I was supposed to contact her during a time she should be asleep unless it was an emergency or urgent.
I just woke up. I will be texting her soon.
I really think your are a kind person who has been through a lot and I’m sorry you’re going through this stressful thing right now. It sucks when people don’t set clear expectations, especially when they damned well know that’s what you need.
When you are as clinically fascinating as I am, there are some great benefits to having a clinical psychologist for a husband. Quick access to vetted information, for example.
Here’s something that’s not great: All his fucking connections in the mental health community.
I am struggling a lot right now. I reached out to the therapist who helped me with Wee Weasel since she knew so much about autism. She actually got me a referral for an eval! And something I could do in person!
It’s where my husband used to work.
He made it clear under no circumstances is he comfortable with me getting help from this guy. Because his ex-boss would review my case quarterly. Fan-fucking-tastic.
It’s not even the first time something like this has happened. In this case I really can’t blame him - things ended badly, they fucked us over big time and also demonstrated a clear disregard for the well-being of their clients. But I’m struggling a LOT. I wish I didn’t have this extra hurdle to jump through every time.
That stinks! A good therapist is really helpful.
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My sister and I have decided we both had valid points and will know what to do in the future. The crisis has been averted.
When my sister in law and I visited Mom at the rehab today, her colostomy bag was leaking again. This hadn’t happened for a while. We thought we had solved the problem. Then, we learned that whoever was on duty last night is a moron. They ignored instructions not to change the bag until a certain date. Besides being in the discharge papers from the hospital, the ostomy care specialist (I will make calls and write e-mails to the hospital showering her with praise. She was really fantastic!) literally wrote those instructions on the visible side of the bag!
We talked to the head nurse and things got straightened out. They know what ostomy supplies Mom needs and have ordered them. There is another problem with the rehab facility though. They will not allow Fynn, my sister and SIL’s trained service dog, past the lobby. He is not an emotional support animal. He really is a trained service dog. My SIL told me of things the nurse working at the entrance desk said and did. She displayed ignorance of the relevant laws. She showed my SIL a service dog registration website. We are not sure exactly what this site was. But, there is no website where you are required to register service dogs. We had to leave Fynn at the entrance desk with the nurse.My SIL saw her pick Fynn up and put him in her lap. I totally understand the urge to do that. But, you do NOT do that with a service dog. My SIL mentioned this to the nurse. The woman claimed that Fynn had jumped into her lap. SIL pointed out that Fynn was trained not to jump into anybody’s lap, and she saw the nurse pick him up. In general, the nurse showed that while she loves dogs and is good with normal dogs, she does not know the proper way to behave with a service dog. Because of this, SIL was very nervous about leaving Fynn with her. We are trying to figure things out. If we cannot take Fynn with us to Mom’s room-
One of us will have to stay in the entrance with him,
SIL will only be able to make brief visits and have to leave when her anxiety is too bad.
SIL will not be able to visit.
I don’t drive and a one way Uber or Lyft from Mom’s condo to the rehab is about $20. This is yet another infuriating development.
Thanks to chemo, my hemoglobin has crashed spectacularly. I’m going to hazard a guess that I’ll be getting a transfusion instead of taxol tomorrow.
Everybody told me how bad The Red Stuff was. No one warned me about taxol.
It’s currently 59° out, with a forecasted low of 61° for tonight 
Prompting my mini-rant:
My iphone also says “forecasted.” That’s fine if that’s your dialect, but in mine, the participle is “forecast,” at least regarding weather (“with a forecast low of…”), and I hate that the stupid iphone insists on using a form that I don’t. (I also hate that it makes me choose between Celsius and Fahrenheit instead of giving me both, but I found another app that does that.)
Tomorrow contact the Protection and Advocacy agency in Florida and ask them to help you to advocate for the rights of all involved. P and A’s are federally mandated and funded in every state.Rehab facilities and nursing homes, etc are required by law to have a poster readily viewable for patients/residents and visitors with contact information for that state’s protection and advocacy agency protecting the rights of people with all disabilities. One quick call from the P & A to the rehab facility director will get their attention.
CAP/PADD/PAIMI/PAIR/PABSS/PAAT/PATBI/PAVA
Disability Rights Florida
2473 Care Dr, Suite 200
Tallahassee, FL 32308
Phone: (850) 488-9071 | Toll-free: (800) 342-0823
Toll-free TDD: (800) 346-4127
Fax: (850) 488-8640
Email: cherieh@disabilityrightsflorida.org
Web: www.disabilityrightsflorida.org
Does one of them have a disability? Is the dog trained to perform a task to help with that disability? That’s all that can be asked. Is there a disability? Does the dog perform a task related to the disability? That’s all that can be asked or required. Not even what the disability is nor does the dog have to demonstrate the task. There is absolutely not any registration, certification or licensing required for service dogs under federal ADA regs. Is there a disability? Is the dog trained to perform a task to accommodate a disability?
You’re not going to be able to be in Florida very many days, you need to be able to spend as much time as you can with your mother, your family members and that service dog.
Call tomorrow. Persist. Send an email if you have a chance. Rattle the rehab facility Director by asking where the Protection and Advocacy information is posted and ask to be shown it.
I’m doing a race tomorrow.
The forecast:
So (relatively) cold, wet, & sloppy. Gonna be real fun for the part where we need to lie down! Oh joy!
Yuck. Good luck!
Wouldn’t it be cool if you could set a phone or a browser to your personal dialect?
Mom’s phone could say “Mi’waukee” without that pesky L in there.
Siri: “Yeah, so the closest bubbler is in Abendschein Park in So’th Mi’waukee. Sorry.”
And remind her : “Why are you still doing errands? Early bird pricing for the VFW’s Bratwurst Buffet is almost over!”
And my family in Pittsburgh would have their 2nd person plural:
“Yins okay with taking a longer route to avoid that slippery stretch along the Monongahela?”