I just spent more than hour arguing with a coworker that the test script I wrote a year and a half ago was not in fact written for our new user interface, because our new user interface is only a few months old. Apparently, the fact that I did not put anything in the script about which user interface, the old one or the new one, the script pertained to meant that it had to be for the new one. The script that I wrote more than a year before the new interface was anything more than a gleam in a project manager’s eye.
I’d send you some of the pile I’ve got, but they have me-cootites for sure now. I’d wanted to make some chicken salad Veronique for lunches this week. I’m a single guy, who lives alone, so buying the metric tonne quantities they were selling wasn’t appealing… but the only tiny bunch was in an open bag, stems obviously torn, and looked like random people had been helping themselves to grapes for snacking. Too skeevy.
Too bad I don’t know any Mormons.
I just got over my incoming storm migraine and now I’m getting my “that time of month” migraine. If my family history is any indication I have about 15 more years of this nonsense to deal with.
If that isn’t bad enough, the storm dropped about 10 inches of snow on us yesterday. Not enough for the city to declare a snow emergency and make everyone stay home, but too much for my apartment complex’s snow removal crews to deal with effectively. I’m slogging out to my car this morning in an attempt to get to work and I missed a step and went down in a heap. Got up, dusted myself off, went back inside and called my boss and said “see you tomorrow”. Now I’m all stiff and sore. Probably have some pretty bruises eventually too.
Oh and those lotion applicators are fantastic. I gave one to both of my grandmothers a while back and you’d have thought I gave them the winning PowerBall ticket! 
This smells to me. I assume this person (new head of pantry) is getting paid for her position, and has access to charity funds of some kind and to some extent. Sounds like she is setting up a situation for embezzlement. I hope I’m wrong.
Yet another two-hour school delay because of light snow and rain. That kind of weather makes me (wait for it) flurrious.
Thank you, thank you.
No, she doesn’t get paid. She gets appointed by the Reverend that heads the local Episcopal Church that runs it. The same reverend that wants to rent the building out to fund some pet art projects she can’t get funding for, said Rev having run the church bank accounts into the red with her iffy projects. I and the senior warden been able to hold her off for the last few years by getting myself elected to the BAC(Bishop’s Advisory Committee) and then being appointed Junior Warden by the Bishop. Unfortunately, right after the old head of the pantry retired the Rev appointed Ms. Cutthroat as the new head, and last Sunday the terms were up for me, the senior warden and a couple of other old guard. She filled the ticket with yes-men…and promptly appointed Ms. Cutthroat as junior warden, which means she is her own watchdog.
Edited to add: If I didn’t have to deal with church politics…
The last time the local cherubs had their buns in a school chair was last Monday. Tomorrow looks iffy as well. The word for the day is ‘FlashFreeze’.
Dendarii Dame, that actually made me snicker. It also made me remember my other mini-rant:
There has GOT to be a reason I’m missing, but why the hell are there so many days off of school a month? Regardless of how long a break has been, my kids have one “late start” day (two hours late) a month. Then there’s the nearly 3 weeks off for Christmas, 2 weeks for Spring Break, President’s Day, MLK Day, various “Records” days and Professional Development days, then…more than 90 days of summer.
Given how stupidly inconsistent this schedule is, I’m relatively confident the only reason I’ve got a job is my company’s generous telecommute policy. The current school system is built on the presumption that at least one parent does not work. And it’s a fucking pain in my ass since we both work and hold down full-time jobs.
I swear to fucking God, if I get another one of those calls, “Oh, overly we didn’t remember to have you sign X, Y, Z. Come on in at 3 tomorrow (smack in the middle of your workday).” I have no idea how people who work on a strictly hourly basis manage a two-wage-earner household.
A couple of years ago a friend of mine told me she was getting tickets for a Leonard Cohen concert. I said “Oh. get one for me and I’ll go with you”. So she did - she told me the got both tickets free with credit card points so I didn’t owe her anything.
The face value on the ticket was $285.00. I really felt like I had to get her an extra nice Christmas present that year.
I’ve been realizing this over the past few months, and it sucks. But cutting back with make me feel better in the short run and maybe I will lose weight which will reduce heartburn and feeling sick and throwing up in the morning after overindulging at night. My immediate plan it to not eat after 8 PM and to eat less in the evenings overall.
Yeah, right. :mad:
But his mom is seriously ill and he doesn’t want to miss it if it’s a real call.
So if it’s a real call, the phone will ring, and not just light up.
My mom is on a transplant list, so I have to keep my cell by the bed, too, just in case “the call” comes where she either a) has become very ill or has passed away or b) has a new liver suddenly become eligible. I keep a washcloth at the bedside and cover up my alarm clock (still use the same one from college, for some stupid reason) and the top part of my phone to avoid getting distracted by the blinky light.
That way if my phone is bright for some reason, it’s because of a phone call (as a bonus, the light is what usually wakes me up, not the noise).
Ho. Lee. Crap.
Tony went today for an employer-requested “independent medical examination,” conducted by the oldest “orthopedic surgeon” in the history of medicine. He was such an unprofessional hack that it’s obvious he’s a hatchet man who automatically rules in favor of cutting costs for insurance companies.
Seriously: Even before today’s visit, the doctor objected to the regular ortho’s plan of treatment, but his objection made it very obvious that the hack hadn’t even read the case file. (Claimed that the regular ortho was treating for injuries unrelated to the wreck, despite the fact that the injuries were documented at the hospital that Tony was airlifted to.) During today’s visit, the doc was unable to manage technology to the point of even opening a basic disc containing Tony’s MRI. He proudly claims to practice orthopaedics/surgery, without the nuisance of silly technology like arthroscopy. ('Cause we all know that GIANT incisions are far better than tiny ones, amirite?) He didn’t even bother to close the exam room door during Tony’s appointment, nor the door to the other occupied exam room - and that seems to be a common event for his practice, from the online reviews I find. (On line reviews consistently rank him #32 out of 32 practicing orthos in his city, BTW.) Not surprisingly, Dr. Hack’s assessment is that Tony’s absolutely fine, ought to be able to return to work tomorrow, doesn’t need that shoulder surgery to stabilize… that surgery “will just give you a stiff arm, it won’t help.”
Fucker. Now we get to jump through hoops to get that third opinion, probably go before the state board of workers compensation, maybe even resort to legal action. All because some asshole in Human Resources thinks that Tony’s “milking” the system, even while we’re struggling to pay the bills (thanks to that princely $500 per week maximum pay for the past two years… not exactly Cristal and Mercedes territory.)
See, I do understand going through the boxes of dead spouses. There might be something important in them. (Heck, the dead person isn’t around to point at the boxes and say toss these and those, but keep that one.) I also understand the reason that the bereaved would need time before doing it. I know my husband loved his late wife and I respect that. However, there comes a time when those boxes and fucking storage units need to be cleaned out.
Today, we stopped at the storage place and my beloved butthead opened the doors, then ran to the back of the truck and hid.
Holy shit. It was worse than the ratking’s lair. Moldering boxes stacked to the ceiling, no handles and no labels.
My original plan was to pull 4 or 5 boxes out once a week, take them home, stash them in the garage, go through them and trash or shred everything. Now my plan is to go back there in the middle of the night and burn the place to the ground.
OK, I won’t do that because the folks who have storage there might not be happy…but maybe they might.
He didn’t close the door? Were other people in the office? If so, report him for a HIPAA violation.
I had a shipment from Amazon delivered to my work address. Two large boxes, arrived Saturday. I came in to work this evening and they’re gone. The packing slip for one of the boxes is in my maibox, so someone clearly opened them.
Trick is, the shipment was litter boxes (four of them), I’m replacing the ones I have at home - I work at a cat shelter. Now, the boxes I bought are nothing like the ones the shelter uses (mine are WAY bigger), so I can’t imagine they got put out right away for shelter use, but weirder things have happened. I’ve checked all the non-cat areas where stuff might be stored (the shipping boxes were pretty big as reported by the person who signed for them), and they’re nowhere to be found.
I’m really pissed. Yes, we get Amazon shipments that are gifts for the shelter - but those don’t have MY NAME on the label! I put an “all departments” email out, hoping someone knows they’re safe and unused somewhere, and hoping I worded it neutrally enough I don’t sound so crazy pissed. There were lots of FUCKING FUCKS getting thrown around while I was looking for them and asking everyone if they’ve seen them.
Replying to GrumpyBunny: Yep, there was another patient in a second exam room - Tony could hear his appointment, he could hear Tony’s. Fortunately, the nurse-manager who is handling Tony’s case was also present. I think she was actually so outraged that she plans to file the complaint. (I think her report will carry more weight than Tony’s.)
That’s so good she was there to see it happen. How is this guy still in practice at all?? Damn, I hope this gets straightened out!
Honestly, I think he’s still in practice because he plays hatchet man for the insurance companies. From my research, he’s notorious as “the idiot who tries to fuck over everyone who is injured on the job in a five-county region.” He graduated from medical school in 1969, and hasn’t made any apparent effort to update his training in the ensuing half century!
Two will carry still more weight. That guy sounds like a poster child for mandatory retirement, and that’s coming from someone who hopes to work beyond the usual retirement age.