Im dealing with a fellow employee who has been given an iPhone, and she STILL refuses to use a very simple to learn app provided by the company (simple to learn, if you like, put a minuscule amount of effort to learn how it works), and her refusal to do so is causing everyone on the team and her, btw, extra work. GET WITH THE TIMES OR GET OUT.
We eat dinner out two or three times a week. I can’t remember the last time I had a problem that wasn’t promptly addressed when pointed out.
With an attitude like yours, no wonder you get slow service. Try being a decent human being and see if that improves your day any.
If Husband ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. And I’m starting to think Husband just doesn’t want to be happy.
I really want a greyhound now. But the little one has not yet learned to stop pulling my kitty’s fur so that’s probably not a good idea.
We went on vacation. It was great fun in Philly. Lovely city with some of the most amazing things to do and fabulous food everywhere. The city’s Chinatown alone and the Reading Terminal Market alone are worth the price of admission.
Then we got to the time on the lake house and it all turned to dross. After days of 95 degree weather, it started to freaking rain while we were there. Then I tried to see the meteor shower – not even a single shooting star damn it. Then I spent the last two days of the vacation on the couch with a 103 fever, a sore throat and horrible body aches. I didn’t eat anything for over three days. Then my little one develops the infection from hell all over her face. She had open sores all over her poor face and neck. So we had to leave a day early. It was a staph infection that’s responding to antibiotics thank god.
So we get home and I’m still not all that well. I get up to get a drink of water at night – only to bang my toe so badly on the way there I swear they heard my scream in the next state. It still hurts really badly (even woke me today out of a sound sleep) but I feel it would be too trivial to bother a doctor about. But oh god it hurts when I try to put weight on it. Frick. My other daughter still has a sore throat that’s bugging her.
My next door neighbor is also furious at me. We asked her twelve year son to feed my kitties while we were gone because I couldn’t get my usual caregiver. I talked to her husband. I said fifty bucks initially and he said that’s too much. So I said twenty-five then? He said sure. I even put it in writing when I show the kid what to do. Unfortunately, the guy tells his wife I said fifty. So when her kid shows up and asks for payment and my husband hands him thirty, she gets all furious at me via emails the next day. I promptly apologize to her for the misunderstanding and immediately walk over and give her kid another twenty bucks – only to have her refuse to speak to me. Half an hour later I find the twenty in my mailbox.
Fucking damn it. All this stupid drama over a lousy twenty bucks. I mean we’ve been neighbors for over a decade. She’s a nice person and we’ve always gotten along well together. She’s one of my few neighbors who I thought wasn’t an asshole. At one point, I told her it was my little girl’s birthday while we were waiting for the school bus to show up. She tells me to wait a minute – then comes back with a wrapped present for her! Really. She’s a nice person. We’ve even exchanged Christmas / Hannakah presents.
And we’re having the dumbest argument over twenty bucks. I keep trying to apologize and she won’t let me. It wasn’t until I talked to her husband yesterday about what happened that I learn he was the source of the problem because he doesn’t have to guts to admit to his wife he agreed on the twenty-five. Ugh. So I basically have to wait for her to cool off and calm down at some point in the future and hope she forgives me over something I didn’t do.
Next year, I’m not leaving my house.
*What’s this word? *
–Relinquish
*What’s it mean? *
– counselor explains while person talks over her and says she’s relinquished a pet before. (Among the rest of the talking-over she’s done since showing up.)
Aaand this is why I cannot ever be public-facing employee. I would not be able to be nice. The counselor who took care of this person was exceedingly sweet to her, managed to delay an adoption until the next visit, and the person is none the wiser that anyone here thinks she’s an idiot.
It’s hot, the Dodgers already lost today, and Jeopardy! is running that asinine Kids Tournament. I fucking HATE this evening!
Chiming in on the pet injuries and others’ reactions. Our cat gave my mom a scratch on her face. People at the factory she worked in kept asking her what happened and then giving her the “Yeah, right” look when she told the truth. So she started answering, “My husband bit me in a fit of passion.”
I have the opposite problem – people keep mistaking the red birthmark on my arm for a cat attack scar. 
A relatively minor rant – why in the hell are all these people adding me on Google Plus all of a sudden??
My neighbour, immediately opposite my bedroom window, is knocking down a wall today. It’s rather loud.
I work nights.
Balls.
I have thought the entire summer that my flight home was on August 28th but I just woke up in the night thinking that it didn’t feel right somehow. Sure enough the flight is the 26th. I really need to learn to read! I could very well have missed that until it was too late and Air Transat only flies to London two days a week. My kids would have missed the first few days of school.
sigh I wasn’t ready to go back just yet…now I’m really not ready!
Arrived at dialysis at my scheduled time - 6 am. The tech, who is a lovely person, was running late. Finally start getting hooked up at 615 and…
Fail. Multiple fails.
I have yet another infiltration (basically, a bad stick, leaving a large lump and bruise on my arm).
They tried a different spot, which has a nerve all tangled up by the vein, and it’s a given - stick me there and I cry. That spot clotted.
I had the nurse and three techs hovering over my arm, trying to figure out what to do. I finally asked “Can I just come back tomorrow?”
Thankfully, the nurse agreed.
Then they couldn’t get the sites to quit bleeding.
I am so tired of all of this.
I have a mini-rant…
'im indoors emailed me several times this morning about going to Australia, something we’d talked before and had intended to do together. He sent me a variety of options, then went ahead and booked something completely outside the dates I’d given him…so now he has to cancel because I can’t go on the trip for the dates he’s booked.
But the airline has now told him he can split the ticket and only cancel my half. So he is seriously considering a three-week trip to Oz by himself. I am far more hurt by this than I thought I would be, but I am pretty sure he won’t even have thought about that. His last email comment on it was that with the airline points he’ll accrue, the trip will almost be free. That’s what rankles. He is putting the airline points and the resulting gold card above us doing something together that we’d planned out various times in the past. I could just punch him in the throat right now.
stomps off to make a cup of very strong tea
I had the ambulance out last night for what turned out to be a panic attack that was sparked by what might have been just a very odd pinched nerve in my chest, just to the right of my sternum. It was so weird. I was sitting down and then went to stand up, and it suddenly felt like a wasp had stung me. It was so weird. I mean weird. It felt exactly like a giant bee sting, the localization of it, and the burning afterward. I even checked for a wasp but couldn’t see one.
Then suddenly I couldn’t breathe and I was sweating and I didn’t know whether to faint or throw up. I couldn’t catch my breathe or barely speak. I’m not allergic to bees, and it wasn’t a bee, anyway. I didn’t really think it was a heart attack because the pain was so focused but I wondered about an aortic tear or something. So I called for an ambulance in a panic.
Of course by the time they got there, my breathing had steadied and the pain had mostly faded. It stabbed me again though, when the paramedics had me stand up and switch chairs. They seemed to think it was a muscular twitch or something.
They took my pulse and blood pressure and said that it was fine, and my oxygen levels were fine. They didn’t want to commit themselves to an opinion about whether I should go to the hospital. So after we all stared at each other for a few minutes, I said that I supposed I was fine and very very sorry for dragging them out (they’re only a few blocks away from my very urban house, but still).
They were very nice. I don’t think they’re going to bill me. They never even asked my name. After about an hour, in which nothing happened, I went to bed.
Today, I have a ripping headache and I still get a twinge of muscle pain in my chest when I bend a certain way. I still think I made the right call in getting an ambulance. I have had panic attacks before, but only once or twice. It’s not a common thing with me. It was having it with that weird chest pain that started it, which scared me the most. I’m embarrassed that I didn’t need the paramedics, really, but I guess I’m not really sorry that I called them.
Can they place a long term port in a vessel in your situation?
I don’t want a port. I’m in the pool 3-4x/week, which I would have to quit if I had a port put in. I know I kind of put myself in this situation by doing hemo instead of peritoneal dialysis, by not having buttonholes for easier insertion (again, the swimming prevents me from it), and by having a tricky access (thanks curvy veins!).
There is one tech who is fabulous. I’m hooked up within 10 minutes of sitting down, never an infiltration, understands my arm perfectly. Management at the center schedules pods of chairs to one tech and doesn’t want to “disrupt” their system by having techs switch chairs.
I keep being told “It’s your body, advocate for it!” and when I do, I get shot down.
The head nurse today will be discussing the matter with management - hopefully, the fabulous tech will be permanently assigned to my chair.
That still sucks.
A Facebook friend’s son has been diagnosed with leukemia. Poor little kid. Plus they’re on the hook for twenty percent of the cost of treatment. Ugh. She’s asking for donations and I don’t blame her. It’s treatable but the pics of a two year old with a spinal tap are just brutal.
Abbott & Co are still being absolute shitbags. This time it’s his treasurer trying to lower the tax-free threshold on imports. The reason this makes him a shitbag is because there’s a good chance it would cost an order of magnitude more to pay the tax than the tax itself. It is a purely destructive idea that benefits nobody but a parasitic bureaucracy necessary to enforce it, which is why it is no surprise that Abbott is behind it.
Today is payday, and we can’t log in to our credit union’s website to check on things and move funds around to pay our bills. “Planned system maintenance”, they say. “Unavailable from 10:00 pm Saturday, August 22 until approximately 8:00 am Sunday, August 23”, they say. Great! What does that have to do with Friday at 6AM? Nothing? Then let me log in!
Argh.
We must have the same credit union. Same maintenance message and while I can log in, my direct deposit didn’t go through until a LOT later than usual, and it’s as slow as molasses in January.