I believe I’d like to extend a hearty congratulations for the Presumption and What Were You Thinking award to someone tonight.
A woman whom I went to graduate school with and haven’t spoken to in probably three years messaged me today out of the blue. Without even a “Hey, how are you doing?” she began questioning me saying “Since you speak Russian, I wanted to ask a favour. A friend of mine is adopting a little boy from Kazakhstan and they need to have his medical records translated into English, can you do that?”
And hello to you too, how have you been, etc.
While I do speak Russian, I am in no way qualified or even familiar with medical terminology. I’m not even very familiar with medical terminology in English.
Do you have any idea how much medical translation costs? There’s a reason for that.
Did you seriously tell your friend that you knew someone who would do it for free?
In what universe would the adoption agency or the government accept a translation by me, some rando? Now I know absolutely nothing about the international adoption process but I’m pretty certain that the rules for accepting translated medical documents are stricter than “Somebody did it.”
Why on earth would you trust me with that? I’ve never even met your friend! I barely remember YOU!
What makes you think I would want to take any responsibility for the medical records of people I don’t know?
When I messaged this lady back and politely told her this (although saying, nicely, that my own medical terminology expertise was sadly lacking) and advised her to advise her friend to seek out actual professional translation services, her answer was “OK whatever, thanks anyway.”
Gee, aren’t you glad to be back in touch with your old friend? Did she find you on Facebook? (Because if so that would be more ammunition in my desire to remain Facebookless.)
And anyway, couldn’t you just do a favor for an old friend without all this legalistic crap?
Went to my favorite adult beverage establishment . The owner makes a great old fashion, unfortunately he wasn’t there. His replacement was clueless…clueless I tell ya. And on top of it sure asked me how to make one after she told me she has been making them for 25 years!!! WTF. I asked for a Makers rocks, water back. Never got the water. Grrrrrr
While debating the new sex-ed curriculum in House the other day, Progressive Conservative MPP Rick Nicholls said it’s “not a bad idea” for schools to stop teaching the theory of evolution.
Look Rick, we’re Canadian. Evolution denial is for deep south Republican politicians. That’s the stereotype, and we’re all happy to stick to it. Get with the program.
I just got so squeeked out that I forgot my rant. Every time someone almost convinces me to go on Facebook, I read something like this and say “oh, that’s so not going to happen.”
I’ve never had that happen. It’s very customizable and you only have to see stuff from people you want to.
My rant for today - if you, random dude, want to let your overtired and nutty little kids run amok in the grocery store at midnight, I’m not going to feel all that bad if one of them runs face first into my basket. It’s heavy, and not that nimble when a four year old is flying straight for it. Didn’t actually happen, but really close. Maybe she would have learned something. Probably too damn tired.
And, my new laundry room pastime is to take one of the random socks laying around and clean with it. College kids in my building can’t seem to be able to gather all of their clothes after laundering. So, cleaning rags they become. They also seem to be unable to keep their liquid detergent either inside the machines or in the container. So instead of going back to my pad for 25 minutes during the wash cycle, I wet down a sock and wipe down the machines. Then post about it on social media. Hey, loads are done!
I’m pretty sure there is. I saw a BMW driving down the road the other day after a snowstorm. The front and side windows were cleared off, the back was completely covered with snow.
Yep. While I would prefer to stay updated on this person, it looks like I’ll be dropping her from my news feed.
It’s a first for me too, and a first from this person. Sadly, if it wasn’t for Facebook, I would have next to no contact with a lot of the people on my friend list…and most of them post very entertaining and thoughtful things.
Sadly, she’s family.
It was a posting she had ‘‘liked’’ on another Facebook page. It was a closeup of some pulpy red tissue with a small, fluid-filled sac attached that contained a white curved object identified by the original poster as a 7 week old fetus. Blood was stuck in the cuticles of the hand holding the tissue mass.
To make it even more tasteless, I just found out that at the time this lady was sharing this picture, her sister had been admitted to the hospital with pregnancy complications (the baby wasn’t moving…turns out everything is OK though).
It has to be the personality these cars appeal to. Im not saying EVERYONE that drives one of these cars is a douchebag, and they are great cars, but I can’t tell you how many times Ive been tailgated by one of these cars.
I can easily afford one, but recently bought a Ford Explorer, and I even feel like a snobbish, gas-guzzling douchebag driving THAT. Could never see myself in Mercedes, Beemer or Audi, as nice as they are.
