So now they’re saying there’s a storm that’s supposedly going to rock the entire East coast later this week. According to NOAA we’re supposed to be getting several inches of snow. Compounded with the current deep freeze, the saving grace is that it’ll be the fluffy type. But still…it’s @#&!#(! SNOW.
I need to go grocery shopping. I’m dreading the entire process from getting dressed to heating up the car. I faced this same dilemma yesterday and ended up hanging out on the couch for most of the day. However, we’re running out of staples so I have no choice.
OK, so I didn’t want to go to work. Still, finding that someone had been through my car (everything out of place but the only item I can’t find is the little notebook where I jotted down maintenance and gas) and left the lights on so the battery was dead wasn’t quite what I had in mind either. It’s now sitting in the garage, waiting to get the battery charged and a general checkup to make sure nothing else is amiss.
And this, children, is why I still pay for the Candy Options insurance even though the car is too old to warrant it for most people: insurance in Spain, car in Belgium, bloody hell but am I happy it’s covered and that most of the people I had to talk to about it, I had to talk to in Spanish and not French.
It seems obvious to me that when one regularly accepts assistance from a friend, one treats that friend with kindness and allows for occasional hiccups in the friendship. Nevertheless, there are people who make a shift to seeing this assistance as entitlement rather than a gift, and that is when trouble starts.
Some time back my wife and I regularly gave an older woman, we’ll call Selma, a ride to church. It worked fine for some months, but the day my father-in-law passed away my wife had to leave the country for the funeral and we missed church. It was the days before cell phones, so I couldn’t call Selma to let her know. The next week she complained over and over about how I had treated her–even after I explained there was a death in the family. I was shocked at her callous attitude.
Adopting another dog isn’t being unfaithful to Scruffy. Every dog we love and care for is one less that is euthanized. As a former rescue volunteer, I also believe that every animal I take into my heart and life is sort of positive karma that makes up a teensy bit for all those that are abused and neglected. (Following on from the “you can’t save them all” mantra. True, I can’t. Therefore I will love and protect those that I can with all of my being.)
My rant of the day: in true curmugeonly fashion, I’m already annoyed by all the coworkers chanting “happy new year” at me and it’s only 9:30am. Good morning is just fine, thanks. New year was yesterday. Just because you didn’t see me yesterday doesn’t mean you have to make up for it today. Sheesh.
Thanks so much for your reply. Yeah, you’d think that when you help someone out over a period of time it would build up a reservoir of good will such that you’d get the benefit of the doubt when something comes up.
I’m unemployed. I don’t like it, but I don’t like working either, so there’s a tradeoff there.
However, having my mother call me early this morning to wake me up and tell me how she’s praying for me to get a job THIS WEEK immediately caused me to go into a panic attack. :mad:
It’s fucking 9am on January 2. NO ONE IS CALLING ME ABOUT A JOB TODAY.
I haven’t ventured into that thread yet, but it never ceases to amaze me how personally some people take their entertainment. I mean, I get urges to defend things I like, and certainly, I can express distaste for things I don’t, but I’m not sure I would make a campaign out of it.
My old doggie (I suspect husky in his lineage) lives for snow and winter, so he doesn’t want to come in. When I finally get him in the house, he stops short in the kitchen and gingerly lifts his painful paws up and then looks at me balefully. Hey, I didn’t give you frozen paws, genius, it’s -10 degrees out there! :rolleyes:
It’s a good thing my daughter still lives here, otherwise lord only knows how I’d manage to function.
I drove in below zero temps to pick her up 90 minutes away last night, because her train was seriously delayed. Barely walked into the house and she started in on me. Why didn’t I do this. What about that. You said you were going to do this and you didn’t. It was cold as fuck this whole weekend, I was not going to straighten up the breezeway because YOU think it’s messy. Cleaning the top of the stove is on me, since I’m the only one who appears to know how to cook in this house. Yes, my sewing box is in front of your chair, you can move it. It’s there because I spent the weekend sewing something for you and your boyfriend. Like you asked.
I already have a mother I have to stop myself from strangling, you are not helping.
Speaking of, mom called and started in on “We” need to get my car in to be fixed for something she deems is catastrophic. Then We need an oil change. And We need new tires. Unless You are paying for all of this, everything other than the oil change will wait. She firmly believes the bearings are going. They’re not. I’ve had a mechanic look at the beastie. However, she doesn’t trust that person. Therefore, despite having worked on cars for over a decade, he knows nothing.
If it was cleaned by someone competent there shouldn’t be any “silt” issues. If your radiators aren’t “radiating” as expected the first and easiest thing to check is if there is air in them, they occasionally need to be “bled.” You should have a little key like thing that fits into the little valve near the top of one end of each radiator, give it a turn while holding a cup or something to catch water. Water should start to spit out immediately but if there is an air bubble it will hiss for a while till the water starts, thats the air you need to get rid of.
Also, if some rooms are warm and others not make sure the main valves on each radiator are sufficiently open. You can sort of pinch off flow to one area to increase it elsewhere. Some newer radionic systems also have “zone control,” proportioning valves in the runs that are separate from the radiators themselves but if you had these you’d probably know about them.
The heat is out in our office building. I’m currently wrapped in an electric blanket. I hate being cold. I’d work at home, but Mrs Magill is sick (No flu - confirmed, but Not At All Well) and the boys are on their second week of break and getting bored. If I use the home office, that knocks the Xbox 360 out of commission.
So - fuck you Highwoods for not running diagnostics on your heating system last fall, and fuck you Microsoft for not fully enabling multi-player co-op on the Xbox One.
We left for Christmas break a week ago Friday. My husband had to come back home for work Tuesday, so he took some of the Christmas gifts with him. Given that I hate leaving a messy house to come home to, I cleaned the house pretty thoroughly before I left and after I got the kids all packed. You see where this is going, right?
I come home Sunday afternoon in time for a New Year’s party we were supposed to go to, only to find the house covered in pretty much every goddamn thing that he brought home, as well as plates, glasses, boxes, recycling and mail. There were gifts in the from hall, mail in piles on the family room floor, along with plates and cups on the coffee table and blankets strewn everywhere and the remaining gifts that weren’t in the front hall were strewn all over the kitchen table and counters, along with more fucking plates and trash. You were here for almost a goddamn week, would it have killed you throw out a fucking stromboli wrapper and maybe run the dishwasher, and put the kids’ stuff on their beds for THEM to deal with or was that just too much to ask???
My workplace uses “the Ask” as a noun. I think saying “What’s the Ask” as opposed to “What do you need” is just about the most douchey thing imaginable in business jargon. So of course, I just got an email entitled: Proposed Rule: The Ask. Seriously? Can you not just fucking say, “Comments Due by End of Day”? Does it really have to sound like a book title written by a corporate douchenozzle? What kills me is that this poor woman probably had that added to her email by her manager, who is one of the nicest guys I know, but comes off like one of the douchiest douchebags of all in email (yes, I like the word douche today). If Regina George were here, she would say, STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE ASK HAPPEN. THE ASK WILL NEVER FUCKING HAPPEN. (well, maybe it did, but only our “venerated” circles, and I will still refuse to use it because I’d prefer to sound like an asshole for other reasons)
I hate, hate, HATE this newish construction of “Thanking you”. I get that it’s supposed to be more “active”, and that the person is being just as sincere as the offhand “Thank you”, but it annoys me no end.
At 0630 this morning, I get a call from work, waking myself and my wife. Come to find out it’s the woman who works the hotel cafe, asking if I can pick up some bread on my way in to work, as they’re out.
I’m off today. :smack:
Lady, you’re a dear wonderful person to work with, and usually enormously competent, but I wish you’d checked the roster.
Thank you for bringing this wicked construct from out of the shadows and exposing it for what it is.
When I hear my boss (all around cool guy) say to the group “So, what’s the ask here?” I want to kindly ask him to reword it as “what’s the request”, but I refrain.
I can deal with corporate speak for the most part, where we move the needle and other fun stuff, but “ask” is not a noun.
I work in a cave insulated from corporate lingo, so I have never heard of The Ask meaning questions. When asked, my BB who is exposed to corp. jargon all day long just rolled his eyes and said that he refuses to respond to those emails. Words mean something, use them correctly!
My rant: Our general contractor doesn’t supervise his sub-contractors very well. We went to the new place and looked at the new tub. It has 6 legs which all came with protective covers that are supposed to be removed before installation because they packing material and will crush. One cover was off and the tub was leveled for the other 5 covered legs so that one of the back legs was half an inch higher. Even someone like me who knows nothing about bathtub installation could easily see that this sort of half ass work would cause problems.
My BB showed the general contractor our concerns, and his response was something like: Wow, I’m glad you were looking. You are right, this could be a problem down the road.
Dude, you are being paid to supervise your workers. We have lost all faith and trust in the work you are contracting out and will be looking at everything you do now.
So, that probably pushes our move in date until the 3rd week of January unless anything else goes wrong. I really do not want to be in this rental next month. I am sick of living with boxes because everything is “temporary” and I am totally sick of all of the delays.
We’ve got a combination of radiator and baseboard in the older part of the house; baseboard only in the addition. Two zones, front and back. Why it was done that way, I have no idea. The back – the addition – has little to no insulation because of the framing. I didn’t know this until my mother’s BFF mentioned it. Generally it’s the front/older zone which gets the majority of the heat. My guess is that because of this prolonged cold, the boiler is working overtime. The last oil delivery we had was maybe a month ago? The tank is hovering between half and two-thirds full, which kind of surprises me in a good way, LOL.
This happened to my husband many moons ago when we were in Italy on a huge family vacation/cruise. We had one day in Rome. I missed everything cuz I stayed on the boat with him. Such as the sacrifices of love.
He’s in bed now, we fly tomorrow to Amsterdam then back to the States the next day. Unfortunately it happened at one of our favorite places in Florence. He won’t want to go back😕
