You got a new job? And a Raise?
Congratulations! Cmon over to the workplace griping thread and tell us all about it…
Can we start another pit thread about idiot drivers? It won’t solve anything, but its good to hear that I’m not the only one is totally gobsmacked by the things I see on the road. Schadenfreude, anyone?
Today, I was the one who caused traffic problems. The car ahead and to the left of me suddenly hit the brakes and I reacted by stopping as well. The car behind me went to the left and rear ended the guy who stopped first. The idiot pedestrian who had ran out between parked cars made his escape and I got many waves and words.
Gratz on avoiding a collision, flatlined. A healthy back is worth any number of waves, if you ask me.
Blah! I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore throat, woke up this morning feeling only slightly better. I’ve got things to do today, and going to do stuff with sweetie later. Why do I have to be feeling like crap now?
A couple of years ago, my husband’s brother borrowed several thousand dollars to start up his own business. Mind you, he’s never been in management, the most he’s ever been is something like “team leader”. So, BIL gets the money (borrowing it from us, that is), starts up the business, buys all sorts of lawn and pool care items (again, borrowing a lot of equipment from us). He hires family members as his workers. I HAVE been in management, and what’s more, had several semesters of accounting in college, so I know a few things about running a business. At least, I know more than he does. And I tell him that he DOES need to get a REAL certified accountant to look over his bookkeeping setup, and he needs to get a REAL lawyer to look over his employing practices and contracts. Nope, BIL who barely graduated high school knows ever so much more than any mere woman, no matter what her schooling and experience.
Fast forward. It turns out that he can’t just sit back and let the other guys work without supervision. He has to get out there and work, and the money isn’t rolling in like he thought it would. This business stuff is boring. So, at the start of summer, he decides to quit the business (of a lawn and pool care business). He couldn’t work throughout the summer busy season and get at least some more money coming in. And he sells the equipment, or that’s what he tells us. Now, does he pay us back the money we’ve lent him? Of course not. And he claims that the equipment that we lent him is either broken or he’s selling it, too. And he wants to keep any money that’s left over. When I tell him that we lent him the money as a PERSONAL loan, and that he needs to pay us back before he pockets any of the money, he gets pissed off. I doubt that we’ll ever see any of that money. Oh, and apparently a few of the pieces of equipment still work, but he’s keeping them for his personal use.
Guess who had his hand out yesterday? He’s short of cash again. At least this time my husband told him that the well had run dry, that BIL needs to repay that loan before he gets another loan. And I think that my husband might just listen to me the next time he gets asked to invest in a startup business.
Dear ex roommates:
Damn right I cut off your Internet. I don’t live there anymore because I moved out to be with actual adults who do shocking things like pay bills on time, or keep the neighbor’s pets out, or keep the doorknob in the door, or use the closet as storage rather than illegal sublet space. Now pay your portion of the bills and get your own internet. Goodbye to you and your commune.
Sincerely,
Your “lame ex housemate”
So wait a minute.
You don’t live there AND you stopped paying for the Internet?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Fuck.
I’m still broken; it’s getting worse, and even getting down to the bathroom just took me 10 minutes and left me crying in severe pain. The doctor who was supposed to be phoning me back on wednesday to arrange physio or a discectomy or something to stop me being so fucking useless I can’t even feed my own pets, (I have a housemate, who’s having to act as an unpaid carer when she’s not at work, nobody panic about the fish/mice starving) or look after myself in any way, has still not called back, and now it’ll be monday at the earliest before I can even make it onto a waiting list.
I just had a lovely 2-hour phone call with my parents who’ve just got back from holiday, which consisted of me lying on the floor in pain listening to my mother wurbling on about every tiny detail, and giving nary a shit about the fact I’m in real pain here, and frankly right now, I don’t care, nor do I feel I should be expected to care, about the building styles in the Galapagos islands. No offence.
And now I just knocked my laptop off my bed, and bent the power adaptor. Right now my laptop is pretty much the only thing keeping me half sane… It’s still working… for now… and I’ve ordered a replacement on amazon, but it keeps falling out, and I’m not sure if it’s going to carry on working.
Bollocks.
I haven’t had the stomach flu since I was a kid and MAN does it suck! I’ve been flat on my back in bed since Friday night and threw up at least 25 times yesterday. Today at least the low-grade fever is gone and I haven’t thrown up since midnight, but I’m still trying to rehydrate and I haven’t eaten actual food since Friday afternoon, so I’m still weak and dizzy. I hate this. My weekend is totally ruined and I needed to do laundry and get to the grocery store, but since I can barely walk to the kitchen that’s not happening. Taking a shower at some point today is my major goal.
Fucking Universe. Not letting me win that big PowerBall jackpot!
You’re not alone. That happens to a lot of us old guys.
Hey, can I just do the opposite of thread-shitting by saying that some things that were horribly wrong are now getting better? Like my shoulder, that was going to require surgery and a cast (I bike to work, and make art-- so that’d make for huge problems).
I’ve been torturing it by doing everything the Physical Therapy/Sports Med guys tell me to (it’s been hurting for a year, since I got hit by a car)…
And just found out that I’ve recovered enough mobility that I don’t have to go under the knife. And I can lift my arm above my head without keening – Wooooooot!
Okay, enough sunshine and glittery unicorns-- back to bitching, everyone.
The feeling is very mutual!!
I’m a girl- I can just get a new one. 
Well played…!
(but can you write your name in the snow with it?)
Filbert, you so have my sympathy. Chronic pain sucks.
Back with the driving in Houston rants for me. I’ve learned that red lights are just a suggestion and that 3 cars get to go before the people with the green lights do.
I’ve seen people in SUV’s playing porn on their backseat screens with nobody in the back seat. Do they do that to be jerks, or are they managing to use mirrors or something so they can see it? I’m not sure what scares me most.
I"m going to be going back to the land of the RatKing next week. My new driving habits will get me killed.
I really, REALLY want to smoke a real cigarette. I’ve been strong for Bill, but I am worried that I’ll give in when I’m alone again. Which will suck because I’ll have to quit again when Bill comes out to see me. I totally hates this addiction.
Did you remember to call dibs on it?
Dammit, that’s what we’ve been doing wrong! I’m totally calling dibs on the next big lottery we play - I’ll have you to thank when we win, dad.
Could be worse, they could be playing strip poker on the handheld console hooked up to their backseat screens…
Crap, I sent out a job application yesterday and today it hits me that I uploaded the wrong motivational letter to the application form… No way to check for sure because it was all automated, but oh-so-well-organised me gave the file the same generic name as another one in another folder, and I just browsed for the one with that name, without checking the folder.
I filled out the application form again and attached the right document this time, with an explanation. Let’s hope they believe in second chances, 'cause I feel the first one is down the drain 
Somebody who lives here is leaving soda bottles with an ounce in the fridge, the milk carton with a shot of milk, ketchup bottles with 4 cc of actual ketchup in the motherfucking bottle remaining is going to be slapped BY me. Thanks for leaving all your trash for me to pick up. Thanks for leaving for me to recycle a syrup bottle with a tablespoonful of syrup. Take the empty and recycle it.