The other day this meme appeared on my FB page. Pic of a cat laying on an iPad in a small tent.
“I sometimes wondering if I’m spoiling my cat. As he plays with his iPad in his Yurt…”
Find another one. That’s unprofessional.
Yup. Buy Ram instead.
So, how was work? 
So far, just fine. I like them, they seem to like me, I don’t anticipate having trouble getting up to speed, and IT’S NOT RETAIL!
Good to hear, and glad to hear you stayed awake for it. Now put those noise-cancelling headphones on and get to bed!
I know eh. I made the mistake of posting something on FB that she doesn’t agree with. She made it all about herself and ripped me a new one in the comments then told me I “triggered her PTSD”. Of course I had to go into damage control and apologized profusely because responding to anger with anger just makes it worse. I really wanted to say “Sorry. I’ll be sure to censor my OWN thoughts and my OWN feelings on my OWN page from now on.” :rolleyes:
I swear this woman is a professional victim.
Going back to work Monday at a temp job on second shift to eke out my retirement savings. I am a bit bummed out by the fact that I bothered to change from unaffiliated to democrat a couple of months ago just so I could caucus for Bernie, and now I won’t be able to do that.
I don’t know much about Facebook. Is there a way you can control what she sees, so she only gets a look st the most innocuous stuff on your page?
I’m mad as… as… as a furious grandmother. My newest (and probably last) grandson was born in November and has a heart problem, specifically an atrial septal defect. This is a hole between the two upper chambers of his heart. He’s having trouble gaining weight because his poor little heart and lungs have to work extra hard; one doctor told my daughter it’s like he’s running a marathon, all the time.
The great thing is, there now exist pediatric cardiologists who can actually repair this, with a near-100% success rate. So why am I mad? The nearest hospital where this can be done, doesn’t take the family’s insurance. The next nearest hospital does, but – get this – the actual surgeons don’t. WTF? Health care continues to be so screwed up it makes me want to scream. It is now time for the little one to get the surgery, and my daughter went through about 2 weeks of phone calling and sending documents just to be permitted to meet with the doctors.
There’s a sick tiny baby here, working so hard just to stay alive, taking three different medications twice a day and a horrendously expensive injection once a month, and the dam health care bureaucracy – I include both the hospital, medical and insurance organizations – just puts up one roadblock after another.
Oh MLS I feel so bad for you and your family. I had a few problems when my son was born, he had a blocked kidney, atrial septal defect as well as other things, and my C section opened up. I had moved from one province to another just before my son was born. When he was five days old we were emergency airlifted to another city. His septral defect eventually closed on its own, but the other problem has left him permanently without a functioning left kidney. (The right one is big healthy and “juicy”, we saw his doctor last week)
The only thing that wasn’t covered was homecare visits for me after we went home. I had to go out to the hospital every days for dressing changes, because I had out of province health insurance.
It makes me ill what Americans go through.
Thanks, Mona Lisa. If you can believe it, the healthcare situation is actually *better *than it was at one time. Not too many years ago the baby wouldn’t have been covered at all. My son-in-law got a new job just about the time when the baby was born, and his insurance hadn’t started. They were able to get coverage for mom and baby under Medicaid per the Affordable Care Act (AKA Obamacare). Otherwise they would have been either having to beg for charity care or incurring astronomical debts. The newborn was in the NICU for a couple of weeks, sent home, and readmitted again for about a week.
I try to be positive; at least treatment exists. It wasn’t that long ago a child in this condition would probably just die a slow, lingering death.
Y’know those new chipped cards that are supposed to be more secure? In addition to the more secure chip technology, they have new card numbers so that your old, less secure account doesn’t cross over.
Ours showed up in the mail today, we called the phone number to activate them around noon, and by this evening my card had been used three times in Vancouver. I’m in Maryland.
I have literally never used this card, and it’s already been compromised. That means these aren’t card skimmers or any kind of data breach somewhere that I’ve shopped. I have to assume that this is a data breach at Citibank itself, and I have no idea what other data they’ve gotten their hands on. When we called in the fraudulent charges to Citibank, the phone rep didn’t seem to understand that this might be something more serious than garden-variety card cloning.
To make matters more stressful, I’m trying to buy a house in the next month, so if someone has they’re hands on my financial data, I am seriously fucked.
So I just applied for a job at a company on their website. It asked for pertinent info for a “five minute application.” Only when I submit it do I find out they’ve helpfully automatically registered me with their website, and want me to create a password. I had no idea that they were going to do this until it was done.
I should’ve known something was up when it didn’t ask for a resume upload at that point (although there was an “Apply with LinkedIn” button, and that disarmed my suspicions). And I don’t necessarily MIND registering for a website for a job — I’ve done that literally fifty times already. But I feel “tricked” into registering for this one. JUST TELL ME FIRST.
Dear cousin, why in the hell did you feel compelled to coat that beautiful hardwood furniture in chalk paint???
:smack:
My neighbor “restores” furniture. Meaning she cruises thrift stores and estate sales buying furniture (sometimes very nice hardwood furniture with carvings and inlays) which she coats with flat Wal-Mart rattle can paint and lists on craigslist.
They won’t be the first to the wall come the revolution, but they will be in line.
My favorite chair ever was bought from a thrift store. It was painted rattle can green, which was probably why I was able to buy a lovely carved wooden dragon chair for $2. After I carefully stripped the green paint off, I found that it had been painted gold. A while later, I finally got it down to the lovely wood and was able to oil and refinish it. It’s beautiful, claw feet, dragon head looking over the occupant and arms are scaled.
So, yeah, those people need to be at the front of the line!
MLS, I’m angry in your behalf. Not only are real people suffering, the delay will cost more later. I hope the situation will be resolved soon.
My rant: Walking my leashed dogs to the bark park. Hounds are staying next to me, not bothering anyone and really not doing anything but walking with me, happy that they are going to the park. Suddenly a crazy person came running up to me screaming about me letting my dogs shit in her yard (they didn’t shit anywhere, and I carry bags for clean up anyhow). I’m all gobsmacked at her outburst and trying to explain that I was sure that we hadn’t done such an anti-social thing, when she threw dog shit at me.
I refuse to engage the crazy, so I just ran down the street and then called the police. Police came, listened to my story, listened to the crazy lady ranting and then listened to the neighbors who agreed that she was crazy and that my dogs hadn’t pooped anywhere close to her fenced in yard.
Now I get to spend a day at court testifying about being assaulted. Oh joy.
Perhaps you can suggest to the magistrate that a suitable punishment would be 30 days cleaning the dog park?
With a teaspoon?
Some friends of mine bought an old farmhouse in rural Virginia, and while restoring it, they found that under the turquoise paint on the kitchen cabinets was beautiful wood. Instead of painting, as they had planned, they just varnished to leave the grain showing.
And provide her with that much more ammunition???