The waitress yelled at your companion for wanting a coffee refill? I’ve never eaten in a diner in Texas, but don’t they have managers that you can complain to for crap like that?
Anyway, I’m glad you found a new rescue group to be in. I hope it’s a good-sized one with a lot of really committed members.
Let’s see, she yelled at a customer for wanting a perfectly reasonable service, then followed you out to yell about how she didn’t think you tipped enough? Gee, I wonder why the place was otherwise empty. :rolleyes:
I’d be getting in touch with the management about this, since they need to know they have an employee who’d rather have them go under from lack of business than do the job she’s being paid to do.
You are correct, the tip was included in the bill because of the size of the group. That’s why we only tipped to the penny, and put it on plastic as well.
Thank you, they seem to be pretty committed and are all seem very nice. They also seemed happy that someone my age has already been heavily involved in rescue for so long. Most volunteer groups are made up of older people, who while talented and committed, often aren’t able to do the heavy lifting.
We had a meeting extention in the parking lot, and it was resolved that the Director was going to write a physical letter to the manager and send a copy to the owner. We met at a different place for lunch today and everyone read and signed the letter.
Everyone was pretty shocked, to be honest. The waitress had been very inattentive already, seating us and walking away without taking drink orders, long delay between dropping off drinks and taking our order, long delays between refilling drinks. The member who asked for more coffee probably wouldn’t have done so if the check had been dropped in a reasonable amount of time.
Steve is going to be sharing his room, but not his cage, with a mama and kittens tomorrow. They are at the vet now and will all be fixed in the morning. I’ll pick them up at lunch and bring them home. I’m really excited to be starting again. Their cage has been sterilized and is all set up. Steve is a colony cat, he shouldn’t freak out.
I’m doing laundry right now in my apartment building. Either I’m going completely insane here, or somebody just went into the laundry room, put money and laundry soap in the washing machine that my clothes were sitting in (wet waiting for the previous load to finish in the dryer) and set it off for another go.
I’m absolutely boggled right now. Clearly somebody in this building has gone nuts. I’m just not sure if it’s me or someone else…
Better check to make sure it’s actually laundry soap.
“We switched out Rysto’s laundry soap with Folger’s Crystals. Let’s see if he noticed…”
How many times can my husband watch variations of the Harlem Shake? This is why I didn’t want him to start taking leave to help me out, because we have such divergent tastes in time killers. I’m not mobile enough to mind our toddler anymore, though, so I do need him home.
My midwife said if we came in to the hospital while she was on duty this Friday night she would “help us out”, but Friday is so far away 
I order meat well-done because I like it that way. It tastes good. If you think you’re scoring man-points when you proclaim how rare you like your steak, you’re not. I understand everybody’s gotta find an outlet for their insecurities, but don’t make yours my dinner.
Many restaurants will have signs or notes on the menu that say “No steak over medium” or “Steak not guaranteed over medium” or something like that. Whenever you see such a sign, mentally replace it with the truth: “We cannot cook well enough / cannot pay enough attention to your order to give you a good well done steak.”
I just saw an ad for a copy editor position somewhere I used to work as a temp. Yay!, I thought – I have an in there! I’ll just ask for a recommendation from my old boss there, you know, good old… good old, um… hm.
Crap, I am totally blanking on the guy’s last name! This does not augur well for the recommendation. Heck, I’m not even TOTALLY sure what the department was called.
Next time I work somewhere, I am totally writing down the names of everyone I work with and putting them in a file.
Maybe you’ll wake up in the morning with the names. That’s what usually happens to me. It just takes me way longer for data retrieval than it used to. Wish I could defrag my brain.
In contrast to the zit threads, I really regret having googled this.
I have about 125 Facebook friends. There have been three pregnancy announcements in the last week and six in the last month. I mean, seriously people? Why does this happen in the month that I would have had our second child if we’d got lucky on the first try?
((((Sattua))))
Had my first physical in forever a few weeks ago. The doctor became fixated on the idea that I might have PCOS. Cause I’m overweight (though I’ve lost a lot) and have thinner hair (because of the low calorie diet that led to said weight loss). Now, I doubted it because even without hormonal birth control, my periods are so regular that I can plan things months in advance with confidence that it won’t be my ToTM on a specific date, but she’s a doctor and I’m not, so I went along with having my blood drawn and getting an ultrasound.
My blood work is all normal; hell, my A1C is on the low end of normal despite my diet this month being kinda crap and sugar heavy. My ultrasound did not show cysts. But when I came in today, she said that she still thought that I had PCOS. When I asked her why she thought that when the ultrasound said I didn’t have any cysts, she said, “you don’t have to have cysts to have PCOS. It’s a hormonal/metabolic thing.”
“…but all my blood work was normal.”
“I still think you have it.”
So then I asked her what the treatment would be if I did have it seeing as my periods are regular and I don’t have any problems with my blood sugar or my testosterone level. In response, she said that she wouldn’t do anything as it didn’t seem like I had any symptoms that would benefit from treatment. Which means that the entire diagnosis was kind of like a Zen koan; if I have PCOS but with none of the clinical indicators, do I truly have PCOS?
Look, lady, I respect that you’re a doctor and I’m not, but you can’t diagnose PCOS based on my being overweight. I explained the hair thing. Even my OB/GYN didn’t understand why you were testing me. Give it the fuck up.
Heh heh heh… it was out of necessity, not spite, I swear 
As part of the divorce settlement, rather than pay me the value of half the contents of the house, my ex offered me various bits of furniture instead, so I called his bluff and said yes.[1] RealOmegaMan, a mate and me did a roadtrip down to England to pick up the bits and pieces from the ex’s parents garage, where they were being stored. [2]
Two and a half hour drive, lots of fizzy drinks on the way, no pit-stops to save time, and we arrived at their house 40 mins early, to find a note on the door saying they were out. Nature was calling pretty loudly by then, so we each picked a corner of the house and tried not to be seen by the neighbours.
So yeah… my SO got to piss on my ex-in-laws house too 
[1] He then whinged online that he’d had to buy new furniture, TV etc and I’d ruined Christmas - yeah, maybe you should just have paid me the cash instead, hmm?
[2] Have I mentioned before that he flung me out of the marital home when I was 4 1/2 months pregnant with his kid, kept the house and contents, and moved his girlfriend in the next weekend? And that their kid is oooh, about 5 months younger than mine?
Dammit uncle, stop calling me then hanging up before I have a chance to answer. This is three days in a row now. I’m not calling you back. If it’s important leave a damn message already. All you want is to guilt trip me into running some errands for you or something else that you’re perfectly capable of doing yourself.
Maybe if you had treated your brother (my dad) better when he was alive my sister and I might have a better relationship with you. And maybe if your wife wasn’t such a bitch to my mom we could all stand to be in the same room. And just maybe if you bothered to see how we were doing once in a while rather than only calling us when you want something from us, I might be more forgiving. Until then, leave me alone please!
Oh and quit complaining about how poor you are. Yes, you’re unemployed. So am I. But your complaints fall on deaf ears when you brag about the trips you and your wife take on a regular basis. And we know you pocketed the income from selling Grandma’s house. You’re not hurting for money, you’re not fooling anyone.
Fer fucking’ Chrissakes, officemate…
I shared an office with this guy a couple years ago, and then was on my own for a couple, and we’ve magically been moved back.
He’s constantly asking about how to use something technology-related…and not complicated things, either. Couldn’t figure out why his printer wasn’t working, for example (out of paper. No, really). Got a new I-Pad issued to him, and thank fucking God I’ve never used one, because I could plead ignorance.
At least I’m not the radio tech. He bothers that poor guy coooonstantly, to the point where the radio guy will HIDE.
Oh, he just asked why Word does fancy things when he types “2nd”.
So, when he asked me if I new PowerPoint a few minutes ago, I was like ehhhhhhhhhh…kind of. I with I was a better liar. Now he wants me to help him make a PP.
It’s not that fucking hard, dude. If you had started making an effort to learn about these things 5 YEARS AGO when you STARTED bugging me about them, you would have no problem by how. It’s not as if there are FUCKING MONTHLY computer application classes to take.
Did I mention that all he wants to do is embed pictures in a PP? That’s it. A slide show of, well, slides. But no, he won’t TRY to figure it out, he’ll try to get me for help first.
Shit, I hope I’m gone the day he need that done.
Got rear ended on the freeway going to work today. I’m ok car will need a bumper and stuff.
The kicker is the van that hit me is registered to the California Highway Patrol.
California is broke and they owe me money.
Yup not going to any problem at all for me to get paid.
Sicks Ate, today our office dum-dum asked me how to work the packing tape dispenser. Turns out she’d put the tape roll in backwards and the tape was stuck to it. This was beyond her capability to troubleshoot and repair. Y’know, I always think, “If I was that stupid, I’d at least try to keep it a secret…”
In today’s episode of Minor-League Shit That Sets Your Teeth On Edge:
use of the moronic term “baby bump”.
responding to a mundane comment with the exclamation “All right!!!”* (example, restaurant server who asks how the food is, you say it’s fine, they exclaim “All right!!!”
people who bump into you in public, then place a meaty paw on your shoulder (or other part of your anatomy) to apologize. Hands off, you clumsy git.
*today’s offender also sinned by dropping off work for us while simpering “I’ve got a present for you-ooo”.
Today’s Not Very Surprising Breaking News: Insurance companies suck brackish bilge water. Hubby carries a couple of AFLAC policies, which I would object to for economic reasons, except for the inherent risks of his job. So after his wreck, I submitted claim forms and supporting documents (35 pages!) on his accident and hospitalization policies. I received a form letter 2 weeks ago that the claim was being closed because the supporting docs weren’t received. I re-submitted, via fax and through their web site. Still no acknowledgement of receipt. So I got HR to fax and e-mail. I also tried calling the rep - no luck. E-mailed. Nothing.
Today, I began waging war via social media. If I don’t hear from a live person by Thursday, I will take it to the state insurance commissioner’s office. I’m not in the mood to be fucked with.