Yes. It’s how we deposit the checks. It just only releases the first $500 the next business day and then takes 2 whole additional business days to release the rest. But never fear, if you need to pay for something that would have been covered by the money the bank is holding for no reason, they’ll pay it for only a $28 fee. Again, money is fake, banks are horrible, I hate the whole system.
Did I mention he gets paid weekly so we do this every single week?
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There (almost certainly) is a display inside the elevator of which floors it will visit. The unexpected gotcha is that the display is installed on the door jamb of the elevator car facing across the door opening.
The placement makes sense, once you know it’s there, and why.
Overall I think you’re 100% right that in a 6-story medical building full of seniors, this is just dumb with a capital D. Next time you’re there you can be the good Samaritan teaching the wrinklies how to use it. [/quote]
This is likely the case (the display visible as you get on). - as the messenger must have seen it to ask. I’d look for it the next time I visit - but that’s for a different procedure, on the ground floor, so I won’t be using the elevators! 
(which reminds me… it’s been a while since I started a colonoscopy thread! )
I’m fucking tired, man. That’s all I’ve really got.
I’m burnin’ the candle at both ends.
And I keep staying up too late.
And the responsibilities are relentless.
I’d love just one day where I didn’t have to do anything.
ETA: This article title gave me palpitations.
You should definitely start one. Everything always comes out all right in those. Everything.
My gf has been working on a big account (advertising) for two weeks now, putting in 12 hour days (wfh) as well as working weekends. She is super stressed.
She could retire, and has been considering it, but she has ownership interest in the agency and the work she is doing is increasing the value of the company.
Meanwhile, I’m walking on eggshells, feeding her horses, bringing her dinners to her office, etc.
We’ve gone through this before, so I know things will go back to normal soon.
I had to read this twice to make sure you weren’t feeding her horsemeat.
Now that would get me in real trouble.
My sister told me that if I die before she does, she will not honor my wishes by selling my possessions at a garage sale. She says why should she be inconvenienced or spend money on a plane ticket? I countered that it would be my last wishes and that even just charging $5 per item she would easily recoup the cost of a ticket. She said she doesn’t care and would stay in Florida and let my lease go into foreclosure and maintenance throw out all my stuff.
She also is constantly interrogating and judging me. She’s also abandoning our mom and expecting me to move to Florida to care for mom. I’m very disappointed and angry.
It sure sounds like you’ve been carrying more than the lion’s share of the household burden. What would you advise someone else in your position to do? Can this burden be shifted? If not, somethings going to snap.
This sounds like a good reason to put together a will, with a named executor who WILL carry out your wishes.
From other things you’ve posted here, it doesn’t sound like you’re in any position to care for your mother. That’s less than ideal, but reality is reality.
My sister used to live about 7 miles from Mom’s condo. She recently moved- four and a half hours north. Now, denying and refusing to see that I have a life in Philly, sis says that if Mom needs 24 hour care I should move to Florida and provide it. Fortunately, Mom is doing mostly okay (chronic back pain, but she’s still mentally sound and can drive during the day).
Get a job like a modern day newscaster, where your job isn’t to be right, but to get everyone’s attention.
It might be harder than you think.
I haven’t received a paper check from an employer in more than 25 years. They’re mostly gone in the US.
It is legal for employers to make direct deposit a mandatory requirement.
The only time that you must provide an alternative form of payment, such as cash or paper check, is if you require direct deposit to be made to a specific bank.
The Electronic Fund Transfer Act (EFTA), also known as federal Regulation E, permits employers to make direct deposit mandatory, as long as the employee is able to choose the bank that his or her wages will be deposited into.
Alternatively, employers can choose the bank that employees must use for direct deposit. But in that case, the employer must also provide employees another means of payment, such as cash or paper check. The employee can then decide whether to go with direct deposit at the bank of the employer’s choosing or with the other means of payment.
They seem to be really easy in the US too. That’s why 93% of employees in the US receive payment that way (according to surveys I’ve read online). But anywhere from 1/3-1/2 of small businesses don’t offer it to employees. I think that just shows you how few people work for small businesses in the country.
I did that a lot (also advertising). One time I billed 80 hrs/wk to clients, for almost a month. Before I committed to that I told the boss I’d make sure my wife was willing to take over evening kid time.
She understood. She was an ad major in school and had worked in the field… other times, she had to work 12 hour shifts and/or til midnight (doing what my major was, so I knew what was up).
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It was tough with kids, but IT DID GET EASIER!
I still remember the night I collapsed on the couch next to my already-comatose wife, looked at our ankle-biters, and said “Go upstairs and get all ready for bed, then call me for story time.”
Ahhh …
But the real “end of relentless responsibilities” was when we were suddenly empty nesters (they all moved out about the same time, unexpectedly)!
Ahhh … … times infinity.
If she was working hard enough, eating entire horses would not be unreasonable. Though they are better cooked than raw.
As long as it wasn’t her horse, I don’t see the objection. Better than eating the eggshells.
Just leave the stuff to the maintenance man.
It’s funny you say this. My husband had a hard time when I shifted to full time because of the additional childcare burden on him. I asked him tonight if he still had any resentment about my job. He said he didn’t. But he did say he’s been trying to broach the subject with me about how we need to shift our schedule to accommodate his work hours more. He gets 30 work hours in a week with how things are going currently, which means he has to work Saturdays.
He does a lot. He’s responsible for getting our son to daycare every morning and then he takes over some evenings around 6pm or 7pm depending on when he gets home. I get the kid from daycare and make and feed him dinner and then cook dinner for the adults. So the way the schedule is set up, he’s doing childcare first thing in the morning and last thing at night. And bedtime with my son is a lengthy ordeal. So he’s not getting the kid down until around 8:30pm. Which also takes away from our time together.
Giving up mornings is challenging for me because I wake up early, clean the kitchen, do physical therapy, and exercise and I consider these things vital to my sanity. I am a person with limited spoons who must be aggressive about self care in order to maintain my mental health.
We’re still in preliminary discussions, but I think what we’re most in need of right now is a predictable schedule. Not just, “I feed him and make dinner” but “Dinner is on the table by 7pm sharp. We eat while he plays, then you put him to bed at 7:30pm while I clean the kitchen and do physical therapy.”
We’re trying to work out a way I can take care of the kid in the mornings while he gets some extra work in, then he will drive the kid to daycare so I can start work.
It’s a constant negotiation. It would be nice if it were just a matter of someone not pulling their weight, but that isn’t the case. It’s much more complicated.
What I was going to say before that conversation happened is that my main problem right now is that Januaries are fucking bonkers at my job and it’s even more bonkers this year because I have a bunch of new responsibilities. I’m so far outside my comfort zone at work right now that it’s emotionally draining. But it’s also very normal for starting a big new job. Then there are the efforts to get our kid evaluated for autism or at least start getting him into necessary interventions to address his delays. Just a lot of really high level Important Things going on right now that would wear out anyone.
We can’t wait. Wee Weasel has this elaborate routine that must be followed to the letter or calamity. I somewhat blame his father for letting it go so far off the rails. First it was one song before bed. Now it’s four specific songs, in a specific order, followed by being dragged across the floor (he likes this for some reason), followed by carefully laying out eight books, counting the books, then selecting the same two books (according to my husband it has been the same two books every night for the past year, but the boy insists on this elaborate selection process.) Then the reading of the two books, which must be read in a certain way (the details lost on me here.) It’s a whole thing.
On further reflection, she’s eaten horse in France and in Iceland. Never had it myself, although I’ve eaten iguana.
Eaten 'em and lived like one.
Nah.