A mild bitch about Subway (the sandwich place):
After several years of happily using my Subway card to occasionally get bonus free sandwiches, you suddenly decide I must register the card online to redeem points. When I go online I find out you need my e-mail address and cellphone number? Really? And I’m supposed to input my card number, except it has worn off and is unreadable. So I’ve got 160 unusable points now.
Thank you, nosy little Subway turds.
I feel a little dirty playing Words with Friends with you now. 
I’ve been the idiot this week it seems, and today I woke up dizzy (the sort where you roll over to turn off the alarm and nearly fall out of bed because the world is spinning so badly… And I haven’t been so drunk the world spins in years!).
I wish I could have stayed home to snuggle/hang out with my son (who has a PD day) but instead I’m sitting here trying not to be more of an idiot and stay upright in my chair. I really should be home, but it’s month end and there are only two of us. At least we are pretty isolated from the rest of the people so I won’t pass on germs (if I am getting something) I just hope when it comes to home time the dizziness will have passed again.
Dearest Ex-Wife,
I know money is tight - it’s tight for both our families, and for the same reason…having a sick kid is expensive. But unlike you, who gets to survive on your income, your husband’s income, half of my income, and your mom’s retirement income, my family has to survive on the remaining half of my income, and what my wife makes part time at a non-profit. So no, sorry, I won’t allow you to claim both our children on taxes this year, when the divorce agreement says I get one of them.
And no, I don’t believe for a second that you “haven’t told me about all the extra medical bills because you knew things were tight for me” - you have never, EVER hesitated to send me bills regardless of my financial situation. I give you over and above every month, I pay for half of every medical bill I get. And you know, I might even have considered it, save for the following:
You don’t spring this shit at tax time. If you had asked 7 months ago when this mess started, when I could have had my income adjusted to take out a bit more to cover taxes, I might have been convinced. Maybe.
Your retired mom moved in with you and does all the child watching, chores, etc., specifically so you can work more hours. If you want to pretend like you’re only working 6 hrs a week (I have proof you’re working more) like you tell people, fine - but if you want me to buy that, show me your last 7 months of paystubs.
While you’re at it, I want a full disclosure of ALL the money you’ve gotten from charities and local donations. I’ve seen records of thousands of dollars that have come your way. Funny how you have never mentioned a dime of them to me.
And you know, I really wouldn’t even be upset with you if you hadn’t tried to insinuate that you’d take me to court about it, if you hadn’t threatened me openly with legal action. Hilarious how quickly you backed down when I was totally ameniable to that and asked for items two and three above.
I’ve got no problem paying my portion of his medical debts - even if I can’t pay them outright, I’ll pay a bit on them all till I can. But I’m not going to give you money for debts you’ve never shown me before and claim to have covered on your own.
Sorry, that was a bit more than a mini rant 
I Yelped them today. I Yelped them good. 
ETA: That was Charlesglen Toyota, by the way, for any Calgary Dopers.
Hm, weird. Our truck was in there for a recall this Monday/Tuesday and we had fantastic service.
I’m glad for you. I had a very frustrating day with them yesterday, and it was all because of their incompetence.
No doubt, it seems like poor service from a vehicle service place trumps poor service almost anywhere! I hate waiting around those places, and I HATE dealing with them on the phone (especially as a female).
I think it’s most frustrating from this company, because they like to talk a lot about customer service, but they seem to talk about it more than just do it. My local mechanic never talks about customer service; he just does it.
Mine too, and I will totally give him a shout-out via PM to anyone who’s looking for a mechanic in the East Dallas area. Mr. Horseshoe’s family has gone to him for years, and he gets great reviews on review-y type publications.
That sucks, Woeg. It really, really does. Glad you have the facts and the cojones to stand your ground.
Dear mother-in-law,
Yes, it’s lovely that your son has had a book published. But why is it that in the last three phone calls, you have gleefully asked me if I’m jealous of him? Who the fuck gets jealous of their spouse for being successful at something? Until you asked, it had never even occurred to be to be anything but proud of him. Frankly, I think your questions says a lot more about you and the way you think than it does about me.
Your pissed-off daughter-in-law.
I WANT A FUCKING JOB.
That is all.
This gets better. I got a response to my letter (which in actuality was polite) saying that they were sorry that we had not seen the movie and that there had been a misunderstanding somewhere; tickets were actually $8. $16 was the total. And that he (the manager) would talk to the staff and make sure they were clear when they were quoting prices.
OK. A) The price online was still wrong. It WAS a third party site (Yahoo) and they have no control over that content, but I had hunted all over AMC’s site looking for prices and couldn’t find any. Yahoo was the only site with prices I could find. I finally found AMC’s prices after reading his letter today. It’s nowhere on a page listing the individual movie you want to see, which is where I’d looked for it; you have to go the main list of all the movies at the theater, and at the top, there’s a tab for tickets and pricing. My bad for not noticing that. But dammit, their OWN site should have links all over the place telling the searcher how much their tickets are going to cost, not just one link at the top of one page! I design sites. I know you need to never overestimate the intelligence of your audience, and make this stuff absurdly easy to find!
B) Talk to your staff about being clear? I hope so. Why in holy hell, when we tried to hand her $20, did she just look at us funny and say “It’s $16.” If it’s $16, take the fucking money and give us our $4 change. Why, when I said “16 each? It’s supposed to be 10!” did she say “No, it’s 16.”? And then, as we discuss right in front of the window whether or not we want to drop $32 on a movie, she didn’t make a peep and say “No, it’s $16 total.” Dimwit. Fuck you for ruining our afternoon out. And I’d say fuck us too for not making sure there was no misunderstanding, but hell, I thought we HAD.
That’s messed up. You are correct in your assumption about her thinking. I know people who are a lot like what she sounds like. Bleah.
I complained in the January thread about insomnia the night before my c-section. All went well, FWIW and I now have a healthy son. I know at least one person expressed interest in that thread, so wanted to get that out.
As for my current rant. Man, breast feeding sucks (pun not intended.) My daughter was bottle/formula fed for various reasons and I was determined to give nursing a go with this little guy. It’s going fairly well, but. . . spoilered for TMI. Don’t read if you’re squeamish about such things.
First engorgement - my boobs are FF when I’m not pregnant, they were almost as big as my head when full of milk. I couldn’t sleep laying down, they were so heavy. That settled down when Son’s appetite picked up. By then I had chapped and bleeding nipples. I’m allergic to lanolin, which is in most nipple creams, so I had to order it online. Once it arrived it helped immensely, but that was a miserable couple of days. He’s still having trouble latching without hurting me, but we’re seeing a lactation consultant today for help.
Also, on a non-TMI note, nothing is more frustrating then sitting in bed at 3 am, exhausted, and begging an 8 day-old to “Just suck already!”
I’m going for unskilled morons around here. Took my son over to a friends house, almost was killed 4 times on the way home. Yield signs mean go without looking, idiots make illegal lefts over double yellow lines, and stop signs are mere suggestions, but you have to stop in the middle of major roads to let people at stop signs go. (and get whiplash when you get the horn while yakking on the phone and screeching to your passenger.
Best one was the geezer who blindly pulled into a driveway and started to back out without looking. Took him over 4 seconds to realize that the horn blaring WAS FOR HIM. Someone should have thoughts of relieving grandpa of his keys…:smack:
I don’t know what it is with old people and not looking when they back up - I’ve seen it, my husband has seen it, probably everyone on the board has seen it - old guy gets in car, starts going without looking, ignores the honking behind him and hits someone.
I’m ranting pre-emptively - I spend the whole day cleaning the house (with about an hour off for going to the dentist - that’s another rant); I don’t care if no one shows up for my husband’s Super Bowl Party, but SOMEONE is coming over to this friggin’ house this weekend when I spend this much time and effort on cleaning.
Congratulations, 1GothMama! I hope the breastfeeding gets better.
Damned gall bladder.
After the two episodes of pain last weekend I have eaten nothing other than salad, cereal and peanut butter all week. I am a carnivore, damn it. I had a cheeseburger on the way to the game tonight. Guess what?
Yep. Walked around for several hours with my hand clapped to my side and tears in my eyes. This is not good. I am hungry, and I don’t want fucking grapes or fucking lettuce or thrice fucked cereal. I want meat, and I am afraid to eat it.
Doctor’s visit Tuesday. Wish me luck.
I’m going to the dentist to see about a bad tooth Tuesday - I’ll wish you luck if you do the same. 