People walk into me. I don’t get it. An occasional bump and 'excuse me ’ would be ok, but to push pass me like I’m invisible pisses me off.
After 52 years, mom has moved back to Alabama. A HUGE mistake. She lived in the research triangle for close to 20 years and now that her health has gotten bad to the point where she can’t go up stairs and can barely get into her car, she’s left the national capital of health research to live at the end of a road that I’m not sure my car can even travel on (But don’t worry. The realtor assured her that the road would be paved in 10 months. It’s not a real surprise that she fell for that since it’s what she wanted to hear.). So no more 13-hour trips to Raleigh for Christmas. From now on it will be 13-hour trips to Smith Lake (It took me 12 hours to get to Birmingham and she’s about an hour more from that point). I also have issues with her moving into deep, deep jeebusland but that’s my issue, not something that I can fault her for. She HAD to live on a lake, all else (including common sense, evidently) was secondary. She is moving into a house that is five bedrooms, with three upstairs. Remember she can’t go up stairs? “Oh, that’s for when I have family over for events.” That’s nice, per se. But she hates most of her family. And how often are they really going to come stay the night with the crazy woman? Especially since she has moved close enough that they don’t have to stay if they visit. And the five or six houses that are around her are, like her house, intended to be just summer vacation homes. She won’t have any neighbors to help her out with unloading groceries or calling the damn paramedics when she inevitably suffers a fall or other accident. And don’t DARE to raise these points in front of her. Then you’re being “JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!” You know, the guy who gave her the most awesome home and lifestyle she could ever ask for.
How soon before she is willing to swallow some pride and admit she doesn’t like living there? Probably after she realizes that she won’t actually have any real neighbors and that the mail box is 15 minutes from the house.
GRRRR.
TL;DR incoming!
I have been part of a fantasy hockey league for 3 years, which was quite competitive and engaging. A lot of my friends are in the league, and I’d made friends out of a lot of the other team managers.
Last year, the commissioner made an odd ruling on a roster situation that was unfolding with another manager (won’t get into the details, but basically allowed this manager a slight advantage because of an injury to one of his players), saying basically “here’s the deal why this is OK” to me in a text message because I had asked for clarification. No problems boss, it’s a weird choice, but you make the rules. 
This year, my team was in the same situation, and I made changes to take advantage of the ruling from the previous year. The other managers objected loudly, getting rather personally insulting and exclaiming “cheater” at every opportunity on the league’s BlackBerry messaging (BBM) chat, complaining to the commissioner, etc. The vitriol was stunning from people I considered friends. It was like watching a mob form.
I responded, “nah dudes, don’t sweat. It’s within the rules as explained to me last year. Remember when so-and-so was in this situation?” This did nothing to abate the hue and cry, and I end up getting a message from the commissioner stating, “fix your roster or face a fine” (there’s a lot of money changing hands in this league, prize for first place is in the mid 4 figures).
Uh, Mr. Commish, you explicitly told me that this was OK when this situation arose last year. scroll scroll scroll through text messages on my phone As a matter of fact, here’s a screenshot showing our conversation and your explanation.
Commish: “Why are you being so difficult? I won’t abide cheating, fix your roster.”
Me: “???”
Commish: “I never said that. You are a pain in the ass. That would be a dumb rule for me to enforce.”
Me: “Are you saying I fabricated text message logs? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!”
Did I mention that the manager who benefitted last year is one of the commish’s best friends?
Basically the end game is that I’ve resigned my team in protest, forfeited this year’s buy-in, and uninstalled BBM due to the amount of truly disgusting things sent to me by this group of former pals. Couldn’t seem to unsubscribe to the league BBM chat, each new message from another member seemed to bring it back into my feed.
tl;dr version: I forfeited a bunch of money, my annual fantasy hockey team, and worst of all a few “friends” because of some league drama. Felt I had to out of principle. Sucky way to start the year.
Last night I dreamed that the entire contents of my underwear drawer vanished, and I had to get dressed in a hurry. :eek::smack:
TheElf and I got into a fight on NYE (apparently I am uninformed and blind because I’m planning on voting ‘wrong’) which set off a crazy anxiety attack which lead to me going to bed at 10:00. He did come up and apologize and helped me through my attack and I slept for 12 hours. That sucked ass. I should know by now that he hates it when someone stands their ground when he thinks he’s right and the other person is wrong. Up to that point it was a great day.
Minor: my phone battery and the charging cable for my laptop are all borked up. No worries, I have an Amazon gift card, so these are easy fixes. But both? At the same time? Annoying!
And I bought milk yesterday. Opened it this morning, and it was sour. It happens. But when I went back to exchange it, I figured I’d take advantage of the specials again - used my coupons, paid, exchanged the milk, and got home only to discover that I was overcharged by $3 - the price of a jug of milk.
Less minor: Grandmother is still failing, but not as quickly as anyone expected after her health crisis last Sunday. So now, even though I swore 2 years ago that I’d never waste another effort on behalf of the hateful old harpie, I’m trying to carve out a day to take Littlest Miss to see her. Of all the unexpected things, Grandmother is madly in love with her youngest great-grandchild. It’s the last/only thing I can do to make Grandmother happy. Ugh. Four hours in the car to alleviate future guilt. I guess it’s worth it. (And at least I get to see my west coast aunt - a rare pleasure.) But still, ugh.
And **Hypno-Toad **, I’ve spent many hours at Smith Lake. Beautiful. But I’d have my mom committed if she decided to retire there!
** Faerie **, you have my sympathy. Tony and I argued last night because I made a comment about a current event. He gets touchy, talks over me, and then accuses me of not listening to him. Every time.
Happens to me all the time in Thailand. It was bad enough before the advent of cellphones. Thais never seem to look where they’re going and plow right into me. But being rather large, they bounce comically off of me. Now that they’re all walking while staring at the smartphone screens, it’s even worse!
I even see them staring intently at their phones while they’re walking downstairs. Dangerous as hell.
Whiskey Dickens, that totally sucks. I’m sorry so many people decided to rewrite history, and that so many others decided to fall on that bandwagon. I have had the “I never said that” experience before and it’s maddening, especially in your case where you have the evidence! I do think you did the right, only thing, and I hope you find some fun thing to take the place of the league. Maybe you can find another hockey group that’s not full of crazy people.
Thank you, kayT! It was maddening, thank you for the commiseration. There are plenty more fantasy fish in the hockey sea.
You owe us a 2016 gripe, BTW! What grievance can we lend a friendly ear to?
At 2am on Jan. 2, I woke up with a killer sore throat that quickly morphed into a sinus infection, facial pain, pressure, stuffed ears.
I got the necessary meds that day but suffered the whole weekend from the postnasal drip and bright red throat until I turned the corner on it.
I need to get a MRI on Jan 6 on my Achilles tendonitis in the left ankle. It’s cold and raining but I have to go out and git 'r done anyway.
I weigh more than I ever have…Have not been able to take walks or work out due to this combo of ankle pain and illness. Trying to eat better. Maybe I need to go on a juice cleanse.
Sorry for your losses. My own parents are heading rapidly downhill; I’m not certain my dad will survive 2016, and I’m scared my mom won’t make it through the next couple of months.
Fuck this mortal coil.
Fucking rent-a-cops fucking checking IDs and opening bags at the fucking uni. WHAT THE FUCK are you there for, you cunts ?! You’re not armed, you don’t have radios, you’re not even fucking fit. If someone does decide to bring an AK to the fucking finals, what’s the big plan ?
Not only are you the illusion of security (only for retards), you’re making me late. Er. Later. Fuck you, and fuck the uni admin who thinks of this daily inconvenince to everyfuckingbody as “doing something” against terrorism. Spend the money on complimentary fucking coffees for bored students, why don’t you.
Oh sorry, I forgot where I was.
I can only bitch half-heartedly right now since I am fed and clothed and the Dallas Stars are in first place, but the way they’ve played recently, they won’t be for long. So Shape Up Stars!
Not a good gripe at all, sorry. I’ll try to do better next time.
This is a little long.
There is a car dealer in the local bigger city that has several locations throughout that city. I was perusing their online listings and noticed that none listed which store they were located at, apparently the only way to tell is by the phone number. But that’s not my gripe.
I happened to mention this on Facebook and one of my friends, who happens to work for that dealer at a location in a different town, said I could just ask them and they could even sell it to me. I replied that I would like to look at the vehicles on my own without a salesman hovering around. She apparently took offense to this and replied with ‘Interesting’.
I don’t know how what I said, except maybe the hovering part, would be offensive. One doesn’t go to Walmart and expect an associate to follow them all over while they shop, why would it be different for car dealerships? Why is it wrong, in her mind, to want to shop in peace?
You must have bought the milk that was intended for me. I’m sorry. I have the dubious gift of being able to make milk sour weeks before the expiration date. That’s right: I can make it sour* inside the cow*. That’s why I quit drinking/buying the stuff. Well, that and mild lactose intolerance.
My rant: Stop interrupting me when I’m giving you a phone number! I swear, every time I try to give someone a number it goes like this:
ME: Their number is 123 pause 456…
THEM: 321?
ME: No. 123
THEM: 123-654?
ME: (very slowly and loudly) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0
THEM: 321-654-Kale Broccoli Nitwit Asphodel?
ME: kills them through the phone
That last part might be fantasy.
I’m not rattling off the number as fast as I can. I know I have a distinct Southern accent, but it’s not *that *bad. Shut the fuck up and let me give you the number! You’re only confusing yourself with all these interruptions!
Yodeling. The children are yodeling. Sweet Angel of Death, take me now!
Seems kinda logical to me. Don’t you wear your pajamas at night?
Asks Nava’s mom to hide me
That video is unavailable in Canada. Corey freaking Hart is Canadian. Stupid Youtube.
Unfortunately, you don’t need to see the video to be stuck with the damned earworm of a song, though.
UnitedHealthcare decided on 7/1/15 that even tho I do not have Medicare Part B, just because I am eligible for it they are going to pay secondary. Without telling us. Due to the lag time between billing, paying and then rebilling, I only just found out about this last month. So, I cannot go to the doctor or get my lab work done until this is cleared up. Which it may never be.