As a football fan, I can’t imagine that a group of people self-selected for a glorification of violence would be inconsiderate…
I mean, I’m fine with young men compromising their health for the rest of their lives, both physical and mental, for my amusement. Who would think I could be thoughtless?
[throws a crumpled juice box on the sidewalk of Houston]
[notices oscarhopper glaring] [sneers]
You have my condolences. My kidney function is now below 50%. And that’s in addition to advanced diabetes, diabetic neuropathy, peripheral vascular disease and chronic depression. I’m clinging to my husband for life.
The workplace rant thread is around somewhere. It’ll drop back a page or two if nobody has recently posted on it.
OK, so I’ve been holed up in a local hotel for almost a month now, thanks to rotted joists just barely holding up my kitchen floor (you know something’s wrong when your fridge suddenly starts rocking and nearly falls into the subfloor :eek:)
I can’t complain because insurance is reimbursing me for both the hotel and my food. The dogs had to go with my husband, whose job is in a neighboring state. I visit them whenever my work schedule lets me, which isn’t often. The dogs, being older, haven’t acclimated well there. My husband is at his wit’s end because I think he’s finally realized just how much work they are (this was the man, btw, who chuckled whenever I said I wanted a break from them).
I can’t wait to return home and cook my own food and sleep in my own bed. This has been fun, but it’s getting monotonous. Besides, I want my dogs back.
Your refrigerator isCousin May?
In a family of 6 it’s hard to avoid colds and other ailments. But I’m getting tired of getting colds from the kids.
When it seems that the coughing has finally subsided, it resumes at some very inconvenient time.
After a cough-free morning, I was up front trying to play bass at church and skipping five or ten measures every so often so I could cough and hack, in front of everyone. Joy.
Hubby’s father died this weekend. I’m very sad for him, and am at a relative loss as to how to help (other than the be there for him/ply him with grilled cheese/not talk too much thing). Really want to be angry at the fact that the FIL maintained some bad habits that eventually led to his death, but can’t find the energy to.
Weekend flu strikes again! One co-worker made it in, but complained the whole time about how I gave her too much work and she was tiiiiiired. The other called in yet again. She was there Friday and was fine. She left at noon to get a new car battery (which doesn’t take 4 hours, but what do I know?) but she was not sick.
One of the kennel staff came up after she left and asked if I wanted to take bets on whether or not she’d show up on Saturday. I, ever the fucking optimist, did. I said she’d be there- she wasn’t sick, she needed the money, and she had to know by this point she had exhausted her benefit of the doubt. Wellllllll I lost that bet.
As I’ve mentioned before, Saturdays are a little bit like being trampled by wildebeests, only worse. So doing it alone is just fucking brutal. And let’s go ahead and add the fact that I just started an evening job on top of this job… so I worked three jobs yesterday for a total of about 19 hours. So it was a bit like being trampled by two separate herds of wildebeests (except at least for the second one, I wasn’t by myself trying to hold them off) with periods of trying to outrun them in between.
So that was fun.
Thanks, I was unaware that a new thread had been started. (Yes, I am 2 years out of date.)
Getting hammered here. Probably end up with a couple inches of wet, sloppy stuff. Which does not bother me, in and of itself. We keep this shit up in the mountains, as normal people ought, so that we can get exactly as much as we want, when we want, then come home to the ordinary. Once in a while, though, it comes for a visit.
And out come the atv brodie-bums. Riding around the neighborhood on their obnoxious quads, because the spent a lot on those things, so that they do not have enough left over to take them to a proper riding place (or, “oh, it is too dangerous for my four-year-old, so I have to teach her here. In the park.” The park that has the No Motorized Vehicles sign.)
Which, again, is merely irksome. Except, when this stuff stacks up, it erases all property lines, along with all decency. So, given our position, they will come around and brodie right up onto this here lawn. Shitheads.
This time, I will be going out there with a stick.
LOLOL, thank god, no. The contractor thinks we must’ve had a very slow leak for a very long time, say at least 20 years, if not longer. The kitchen is long and narrow; thank god the seepage didn’t go the other way or that whole portion of the house would’ve also had to been replaced :eek:
This morning I woke up with a horrid ear infection, to the point where I can’t really open OR close my mouth without searing jaw pain. As the day has passed, I’ve felt it move into my left sinus cavity, too. Blech.
I was in the supermarket today, in the produce section. There was a guy stuffing grapes into his mouth by the handful. Sure, people sneak in a grape or two all the time, but this guy was consuming an entire bag of them, wolfing them down like he hadn’t eaten in a year. I didn’t say anything, but stood there glaring at him. He saw me glaring, and I just shook my head as he continued his feast.
Can’t say I’ve ever seen his face at rest…seems like he’s always contorting it somehow or other.
Exactly!
I’ve never been in a situation as serious as yours, but I’ve encountered a female (!) doctor who dismissed my complaints of period cramps so bad that they led to vomiting (“Have you tried a heating pad and some Midol?”), and a hygienist who attributed staining of my adult teeth from dental fluorosis to lack of brushing.
I have encountered a female doctor who dismissed my pleas for PT as some sort of weird drug seeking behavior and told me that my MRI confirmed herniated disc were incidental and that herniated sics don’t cause back pain or sciatica. EVERYONE has herniation, so clearly I wasn’t actually in pain, and was trying to get drugs.
Only one in line to pick up a letter at the Post Office because only one person is on duty and the post office doubles as a passport processing center. Over a ten minute wait! No wonder they have to go to Congress begging for money year after year. As a matter of fact, the four times I went to a post office in the past year, 3 out of 4 times the line was terrible. Its 2017---- get with the times!
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Actually, no, the P.O. does not have to go begging to Congress. AIUI, under a normal business model, they would be just fine. Congress (well, a certain caucus in Congress) has been trying to destroy them. There is a regulation that requires them to put the pension fund on the books, accounting a 75 year projection. That is to say, they must maintain a pension reserve for postal workers who have not even been born yet.
So, a website I used a little bit just lost about 7 months worth of data, due to a lack of working backups. Fortunately I haven’t lost too much and can mostly recreate what I had, but I’ve seen this happen way too often, so it’s time for a rant.
[ul]
[li] If you don’t periodically test that your backups contain the data that they should, ideally by performing a full restore, the chances that you have valid backups becomes vanishingly small with each passing year[/li][li] If your backup data is writeable, you don’t have backups. If somebody with administrator access on a machine that can access the internet can make the data writeable, you don’t have backups.[/li][li] If you clear “old” backups in less time than it will take for somebody to notice missing or corrupted data, you don’t have backups[/li][li] RAID is not a backup[/li][li] If your backup data is co-located with the live data, you don’t have backups[/li][/ul]
Tomorrow we’re supposed to have near record-high temperatures (50s to maybe 60s) during the day. Tomorrow night temperatures drop and by Thursday afternoon or evening, they’re predicting 6-10 inches of snow.
Seriously, WTF?