Extremely mini rant: the charger for my cell phone battery decided to retire today. I get to stop at Walmart on my way home from work this morning to buy a new one.
What a silly question. Rachel is an expert on friends. And why wouldn’t she be, after starring in the show for 10 years.
I have really got to stop taking my cats to the vet on weekends. My vet is open 24/7 for emergencies, and has non-emergency hours in the evenings and weekends, which I love. I work full time and have to take my chronically-ill husband to his medical appointments, so it’s hard to take time off for the cats as well.
But the fact that my vet’s office is open on weekends/evenings means that other folks, who go to other vets who are not open on weekends, come to my vet for emergencies. Yesterday I had a long wait in the room (about 40 minutes) and heard two separate people/families in nearby rooms sobbing because their pets didn’t make it. I felt guilty sitting there with my perfectly healthy cat who just needed his annual checkup and vaccinations. 
Why feel guilty? Perhaps if they had taken their pet to the vet on a regular basis, they wouldn’t be sitting in the waiting room crying.
Sorry, pet peeve of mine. Besides, every time I’ve scheduled a pet to be put down, we’ve always been put in a private room. Maybe that’s because I took care of my pets and knew that their time was up.
OK, maybe I’m a little crabby. Yesterday I was giving my bike a bath, tripped over the hose and face planted on the floorboard. Today I look like I got kicked in the face and I don’t have a good story to share. Just me being careless. Grumbles some more.
It’s just the nature of the waiting room. My animal ER is all ER all the time, and people feel guilty and bad being there “just” for a weepy eye or something (they’re right to come in!), whenever a CPR, hit by car, high-rise, cardiac failure, GSW, whatever, comes in. Everything comes through the front door and right past the short end of the lobby, no matter how bloody, and especially if we need the stretcher.
Call me an ass, but sometimes it helps when shit like that happens, it really quiets down the people who have been waiting 2 hours and are getting antsy about it.
Hey flatlined, sorry about the damage to your face, but this is the perfect opportunity to exercise your creativity! Surely you can come up with a good story. Once I got a black eye in a car accident, and at the time I was dating the most gentle, kind man, so I told everyone he hit me. It sounds kinda awful put like that but at the time it made all my friends laugh hysterically. So use your imagination.
Just shrug, give 'em a shifty eye, and say very quietly, “Well, yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
Today I told someone that I’d gotten into an argument with my husband. At first she was all :eek: until she remembered that he’s out of town this week. Then I tried to convince her that “Really, its amazing what the latest generation of smart phones can do now.” Yeah, she didn’t fall for that either. I gotta come up with a better story…maybe a bar fight with thrown chairs and broken cue sticks. Sadly, the bruising will be gone before I come up with something good.
Tell her you were rescuing a greyhound.
At Gulf Greyhound Park, during the seventh race.
I appreciate that there are people who hand out the local free newspapers at the metro (subway) station, but when they’re blocking rush-hour crowds, they’re slowing people down and being annoying. Do they need to be right in people’s way like that?
Today while exiting a metro station I opened the metro station door and accidentally banged the door into one of these newspaper guys who was standing right in the way of the door. (And when I say “accidentally,” I mean it truly was an accident, not that I did it “accidentally on purpose” to teach the guy a lesson or anything. I’m not as mean as that!) In any case, in the future I will try to open the station doors more carefully.
Also, Firefox keeps fucking up, saying “not responding” several times per sentence I try to type, then going to normal, repeat ad nauseam. Y’know what, Firefox? I’ve been cheating on you with Google Chrome for a while now. Maybe it’s time I switched for good. But then I’d miss my multiple adblocks and flashblocks…
Maybe I’m just crabby because I’ve been down the past few days. Long story, won’t explain it here.
Purrfect!!! You are so smart 
Yes, the poor lead dog was obviously terrified and was wearing a muzzle so she couldn’t defend herself…look at how fast she was running! So I couldn’t do anything but jump over the fence and try to save her 
That’s now my story and I’m sticking to it!
Cats are jerks. I was startled out of bed this morning at 430 thanks to some furball who decided she was SO hungry, she knocked over the Tupperware JUST filled with 5# of hard cat food. She also knocked over the little coffee maker that I was too lazy to dump the grounds from last night.
I have already spent an hour cleaning my kitchen floor, throwing away at least 4# of food that was mixed with the coffee grounds.
She’s now sound asleep and I’m still stewing.
Take away her delicious hard cat food and make her eat the canned stuff for a month.
That’ll show her.
So this is really a workplace rant but that thread is too long.
I graduated from college recently. My coworkers gave me a card and some flowers. More than was necessary already and I was content.
A few weeks ago my boss came to me to tell me that they would be throwing a party for me. When I demurred politely, she insisted, saying they would throw it no matter what and for me not to be a party pooper. (She is always pushy like this.) So I agree as graciously as I can.
Yesterday she’s like “Oh, and we’re going to have the party on Thrsday!” I said, that’s fine, I didn’t really care which day.
She got all upset saying, “You don’t care? I’m just trying to do something nice for you!”
I wanted to be like, did I ask you to do anything? You force this party down my throat, two weeks before a huge event, so we are super busy, I don’t want to be the center of attention, I hate it, and it’s just going to draw attention to the fact that I haven’t gotten a new job yet. Not only do I have to be the center of attention at this unwanted party but now I have to be super enthusiastic about it too?
I apologized, btw. Not because I felt sorry but because I just wanted to make peace. I would rather have peace than almost anything at work.
Ours go in the basement every night. Do you have a spare space you can lock them up in?
Party’s tomorrow, eh?
That’s kind of annoying. Almost as annoying as the tickle in your throat that you’re feeling right now, and that itchy spot in the roof of your mouth, right where the hard palate meets the soft palate. Why don’tcha clear your throat right now; maybe it’ll go away.
No? Try coughing a little harder; that might help. Still no? Whoa, don’t cough so hard you make yourself sneeze. Go get yourself a big drink of water; all this coughing is sure to attract the attention of your coworkers. Gee I hope you’re not coming down with something. Especially something that might force you to call in sick tomorrow.
Missing that party would be AWFUL.
Yes and no. We do have a basement, but two of the cats cannot be together. One was already downstairs, freaking out just hearing the chaos in the kitchen. The two that do not get along are on happy meds, which not only make them slightly clumsy but also ravenous. Jerk cats.
So I wrote a brief article on breast cancer and got back this criticism from the idiot client:
Breast cancer: the happy disease!
Good lord, some people are just never satisfied.
I didn’t submit a review of your book, because I’m terrible at writing them…but I’m here to say that it is well written, very informative and worth reading even if one is childfree and planning to stay that way for the rest of his/her life.
Ha! I would love to. But, we have a giant event coming up in two weeks and I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO.
Arrgh.