Ok, just now the google ads were for criminal defense and DUI lawyers. Sheesh! I go away for an hour and look what happens! What have you people been up to? :dubious:
The truck incident is ancient history. That was a year ago in May. I still have the nastygram I sent the company, and can (re)post it later when I’m home.
If you’re really curious and have lots of time to spend searching, I put an edited version in the MMP at the time.
Well, then, you probably would have been happy on the other side of the lake. You can have my portion. No really. I gladly forfeit my share to you. 
kai, just know that, even though you feel sometimes you are spitting in the wind, some of those people are hearing you and are learning it ain’t right. They may never tell you, but you DO make a difference.
magic, I would love to sit around in my jammies and do work. Maybe when I retire.
Friday the 13ths aren’t all good. Let’s just say the biggest and baddest of the three hurricanes we had a coupla years back came on Friday, the 13th. And a pine tree fell on my house. Okay, it didn’t do anything but my power WAS out for 5 days! In August!! 
Which reminds me…fcm, this will interest you cause you got a new Trane, I’m thinkin. We got our first power bill since getting the new equipment and it’s HALF of the previous month’s! Yay!!
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO glad it’s Friday. Imma think I’ll have a Cuban steak 'n cheese sammich for din din, or maybe I’ll try Sonic.
Off to peruse their menu.
Tupug
VunderBob --I liked the list, but it doesn’t explain something for me.
I am attracted to smart guys, like engineers, but then something happens…I can’t quite describe it, but about 15 minutes into a convo with a dedicated engineer, communication breaks down. Sort of like the “horse is a sphere” thing. I’m sure you’ve experienced this–you meet an attractive someone at a social function of some kind. You start chatting about some book or other (IOW, intelligent discourse, not the latest on Brangelina)…and (if you were me), very quickly the engineer is caught up in attempting to precisely define or explain a minute, abstruse point regarding a hypothetical whatever. Even worse, engineering buddy joins the group at this point and disagrees with E#1. I used to be so nice, I would stay until the conclusion/punch line/end of story occurred. They have completely forgotten about me (or any other thing except the matter at hand)–they don’t even bother to put it into layman’s terms anymore. Now I just walk away and find the bar, but there was a time when I would stay the course.
Is this normal for all engineer/geeky types? I loves me some geek, but sometimes…
Of course, I get this with my husband as well, (CPA)–thank god he never talks about accounting, but he does the whole bio-diesel thing. He did it this morning…he was pumped about a capacitor. I smiled and nodded (I do that alot)…
In other news, I hate grad school. Don’t understand this one assignment, and can’t find info for my research paper. Yippee.
Hi, all. Looks like I created a monster with the engineer jokes. Sorry about that (except that I’m not really sorry, of course(. I’ll try harder next time (if I can think of who it would be most fun to pick on).
Good on you, Kai. Keeping secrets is rarely healthy, and keeping abuse and violence secret is never healthy. I have a friend who’s an ex-cop who works to find and catch internet predators, and I’m very glad there are people like her and people like you around to help. I know alcohol is frequently a bad addition to the mixture, too. So please vent any time you need to – we’re all here to back you up!
It’s amazing how many secrets people keep, too. When I read your posts, it made me think about a secret my mom only revealed to me in recent years – her oldest brother had, according to family history, been “shellshocked” in WWII and “had some trouble” after that, but it wasn’t until recently that I learned that he basically developed a severe case of PTSD, self-medicated with alcohol, and ended up doing hard time in a state pen because, while drunk, another aunt’s ex-husband the lifelong crook persuaded him into partaking in a spot of armed robbery. The whole family kept it very hush-hush; I didn’t even learn about his being in prison until the past year or two, and it wasn’t until this week that I learned that one thing my mom so appreciated about my dad when she met him was that not only did he not have a problem with her having a brother doing hard time, but he actually went with her to the prison to meet my uncle. It explains a lot of things I was carefully kept in the dark about.
So I’m very glad my mom has started to shine some light on the family secrets. It’s been very helpful for me to understand myself better, among other things. But it also makes me appreciate how hard it was for my uncle to turn his life around, and what an achievement it was for him to die sober and in good standing with the world.
Anyway, enough depressing stuff. My hubby’s company went public today with a huge IPO; so now I’m sitting here obsessively watching the stock price, since thanks to a previous boss who gave him options as a bonus instead of cash, we own a nice chunk of the stock. I can now really understand why people get hooked on the stock market – I can sit here and watch my money grow before my eyes! (Or shrink, of course, but this far it’s only growing.)
Rigs, Papa Tigs comes home and tells me about his day, and 95% of it is either Military Acronym-Speak or talking about people who I don’t know from Adam. Or Eve. So I just smile and nod a lot, too. It goes faster that way. 
You really are a strong woman, kai. Keep up the fight. I know it happens, but it still in some ways always surprises me that those things happen in this country. We’ve come so far and I don’t see women being treated that way in the places that I’ve lived that I just assume that it doesn’t happen here. Yeah, I know that there are places in the world that treat women horribly, but I don’t expect to find in the United States. That makes me really sad. If we can’t fix the problems here, how do we expect to fix them in Afganistan or Iraq?
I don’t believe in bad things happening on Friday the 13th. I had my wisdom teeth extracted on Fri the 13th back when I was in high school, and it all went just fine. Today’s pay day so that helps. I am flying to see my parents so if I don’t come back on Monday, it means that this really is an unlucky day and something bad has happened. :eek: No, actually if I don’t show up Monday morning it means I’m taking over a Big Task starting next week and I’m struggling to get it all done.
Grad school does suck rigs. I loved college, and went to the same one for grad school that I went to for undergrad, but it’s a totally different (and much suckier) experience. It’s great when you get done and have that piece of paper that says Master’s, but getting there isn’t fun.
I think I’ve packed everything for my trip. So why am I still paranoid that I forgot something??
So, have you packed your toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, hair products, hair styling implements, lotions, razor?
Have you packed your underwear, bras, socks, pants, skirts, shirts, blouses, jackets, shoes?
Do you have your airline tickets, ID, credit cards, money?
If so, you’re probably good to go. Unless, you bought prezzies for parents. Are they packed?
Unfortunately, it happens. A good flirt killed by technical minutiae, and I can’t explain it any further. I’m guilty of it, and also been on the left out side. 
How you doin’ ? 
I went to the shrink this morning, at my NP’s request, just in case the fatigue is caused by depression. I typically have atypical depression, but maybe now I’m having a typical depression. Whatever. I am not feeling down, just frustrated & cranky & sad at not being able to do things. So I’m starting a low dose of bupropion, the only drug that I haven’t tried yet. We are hoping that a very low dose will do it, but who knows if depression is even the problem. Feh.
In other news, it’s already easier to do my leg exercises - yay! And I’m much more conscious of where my knees and feet are. It’s amazing how much I twist them around during the day.
kai, keep up the good fight. No one wanted to see what was going on with my brother and me, either. In fact, they still refuse to acknowledge that anything ever happened, therefore, I see no need to keep in contact with them, family bedamned. Keep sticking your nose and meddling. Just knowing that someone cared, even if nothing had changed, would have made a world of difference to me.
Wiki, are you sure you’re in AK, and not my little corner of NC? There are only 4 last names in the phone book, and mine ain’t one of them.
I love the rural life, but it has me shaking my head from time to time. Being a buddy of the county sheriff, I hear of factual stories like your’s all the time.
Rigs you’re supposed to hate grad school. Anybody who declares he or she likes grad school [del]should locked up in a padded room and the key thrown away[/del] is a liar. You’re supposed to hate it, so you try that much harder to do that much better just to get it over with. Years later you look back on the experience and say, “Ya know, I really hated grad school then, and I still do now.”
-swampbear (twenty-six year hater of grad school)
Bwahahaha! Look at the email I just got:
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My name is Paxil. Can I ask you?
Good day.
look
time they knocked on the door I was all admiral again.
the foresight to make the case of tinted plastic which
insanity that colored Angelinas life. Every one of our
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Pure poetry!
I don’t know why, but this one just struck my funny bone.
And spend the rest of my life crunching numbers on horrendously complicated and overly specific equations the derivations of which I have never seen and will never know? No thanks. 
kai, keep fighting the good fight.
And for the record, I LIKE grad school. So nyah.
Man, I’m having a hard time keeping up this week. Appropriate noises and hugs where needed–kai, I read the majority of your stuff, and I say you keep sticking your white nose in wherever you feel necessary; you’re doing good things.
Everybody else, um … yeah, I’m too tired. It took me two hours to get home yesterday because of some ugly traffic, and this morning before I woke up I had this horrible dream that involved my dad dying and a wedding I didn’t want to be in and I think I got wrangled into breaking into a college dorm in the middle of the night or something … it was very strange and quite upsetting. I still haven’t quite recovered.
But, Roomie keeps reminding me that we’re going shopping tonight, which makes everything better. 
Of course you do…There are more girls at Dartmouth.
Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire! Oh, and that will change.
what, in the name of OG, was it selling? was there a link?
Ugh! Am I glad it’s Friday!
I received a request for data today, that I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to pull. It’s a long story, so I won’t go into it, other than to say I’ve been asked to pull two FYs worth of data for a certain types of patients we probably wouldn’t track (down to that granularity) because they aren’t truly “beneficiaries”. I’ve been asked to count how many visits they’ve made to a particular type of healthcare provider.
Looking up the number of visits or encounters to this particular type of HCP is not difficult, but I haven’t seen a way to pull down the category these types of patients would come under. Suffice it to say, this now forces me to go talk to people who are way more versed in this particular data mining tool than me and ask for their help. I think I know the answer. However, pulling this type of data would leave rooms for SWAGs, which I hate. I want my stuff to right on. I am way too anal about this type of stuff. I want to provide data that ANSWERS the question, not data that just generates more questions.
This in addition to all the other crap I’m trying my damndest to do.
Well just ick Taters!
I’m being taken out to dine this evening. Ok, it’s all one can eat shrimp and I can do a lot of that. Yay for being taken out and shrimps!
kaiwick, Thank you. You keep doing what you do. Being the only sane person in the middle of a barrage of people who don’t know they’re messed up is tough. You might feel like the lone voice in the wilderness sometimes, but I can’t help but offer an image that I now cannot get out of my head.
Stories like this make me irrationally angry. I don’t know these people, so why would I spend any time getting worked up over lives that do not touch me? I have an extreemely vivid imagination, that’s why. That, coupled with the fact that it’s just so wrong and I can’t stand injustice…well, in my head, I am a lioness with a threatened cub. Vicious, strong, and hungry for vengeance. We all have images as ourselves as something, right?
Well, you know those silly Sprint commercials with a teeming horde of people and equipment behind the person with the phone? Well, when you feel like you’re up against too much, may you have the image of the many, many people here on your side, standing behind you when you’re faced with anyone who tells you to stay out of it, because that’s just the way things are. In our various incarnations, we are fierce. And we know you’re right.