Fucking AT&T internet support–nothing like being on hold for so fucking long that whatever the problem is gets fixed in the network someplace. Oh, now it’s up…after 45 minutes on the line without even getting connected to a human. Jebus, what a sad state of affairs. I guess I should be grateful that I have a decent speakerphone.
Given the state of their telephone network, why would anyone trust them for home internet?
My knee feels weird, owie, and like i need to pop it. My eyes are watering. My cat keep taking dumps under my desk.
I hate that, though. I want to keep going - who cares if the OP got banned? That’s his problem, not mine. 
I really doubt that any of these problems are related, so I’ll just give you sympathy for all of them.
Confesses that when I see a closed thread, I always look at the end to see why.
My old diabetic kitty is now also hyperthyroid. Did your vet warn you that hyperT often masks kidney problems? I can tell that my boy is feeling better after only 3 days of meds. I’m really hoping that your kitteh is having good results as well.
The big reason my eyes water is that I keep doing things that disturb the dust: cleaning baseboards, shredding documents, cleaning out cupboards…
I had some old bank statements of MINE that needed shredding AND 20+ years OF my mother’s old checks, credit union statements, things for the cars, all this crap was tossed into a filing cabinet and forgotten.
All of the above sounds good. Getting rid of stuff and cleaning, not the eyes watering thing.
I’m turning old. I carry tissue in my pocket because the dust leaves me with tear tracks down my face.
Psst. Right click, ‘run as administrator’. If it’s not visible, hold shift, right click, ‘run as administrator’. You may need to install things that way to get them to work.
A friend of mine dogsat for me on Saturday night, and my dog weed on the bed. So he took off all the bedding and put it in the washing machine. Yup, he put a kingsize duvet in a small washing machine. It barely fit, and naturally it holds a lot of water. He even said ‘yeah, I wondered if it might be too heavy.’ Then why did you put the fucking thing in?
Now, of course, the machine is broken. I’m going to have get a loan to buy a new machine and cancel all sorts of things in order to pay for it, and in the meantime I have to handwash mine and my daughter’s clothes because the launderette is amazingly expensive. Instead of going away for the weekend, or buying a shower - two things I’ve been saving for for ages - I’m going to spend the weekend bent over scrubbing stuff, wringing stuff dry and having my entire house covered with dripping wet clothes.
And all because my friend was so incredibly stupid. He hasn’t even said sorry. But because it happened while he was doing me a favour, and I do appreciate that favour, I can’t even tell him how angry I am.
Revisiting MM7, here. I don’t remember who was it that mentioned GOG.com over at the gaming forum but whomever it was, thank you.
I could. But I’m an asshole that way.
One expensive and destructive “favor” there, “friend”. Oh, by the way, thanks for the Apology. Oh wait, I didn’t get one, did I.
Usually if a poster’s threads disappear too, it’s because he was a sock.
I for once don’t have anything to complain about at the moment. The bedroom renovation is all but done, the weather is beautiful enough in mid-October to cut down the garden in short sleeves, not to mention fall colors in Michigan are spectacular, and sure, I’ve got old shellac crusting my fingernails but the dresser I’m stripping is going to be even lovelier than I expected!
I suppose I can gripe about not having any killer ideas for Halloween costumes yet, but that goes in another forum anyway.
He didn’t tell me, but I saw that when I came home and looked it up. She’s going in for some bloodwork in a couple of weeks to check her levels again, so we’ll see what they say then. I think the meds are working - she’s basically acting like a normal 12 year old cat now.
Freddy Krueger? Jason? Hannibal Lecter? Norman Bates?
ETA: Forgot my gripe - I’m exhausted from coughing all night. My cold is almost over - now I just have a tickle in my throat that makes me cough unproductively. I think it’s almost nap time.
Open letter to those who shall not be named:
Shut up. SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!
You are not intelligent. You are not better-informed. You are not scoring points by making nonsensical statements about picayune points that NOBODY GIVES A GOAT-FELCHING SHIT ABOUT.
Engage in the point at hand, or SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP.
Christ, you’re tediously annoying.
Sorry.
Okay, that made me LOL.
I suspect there were a lot of Dopers thinking that, too. 
We built a Dalek costume two years ago. How do you top a killer that wants to exterminate the entire universe?
I am tired of being cranky. I wake up cranky, I work cranky, I go to bed cranky. No one can tell of course because I can fake happy like nobody’s business. (No, it’s true. I consistently get excellent marks on positive attitude and crap like that on employee evaluations even on jobs where I would cry before my shift I was so unhappy there.) I spent 4 years on a degree that was loads of fun but apparently completely useless in the real world and am working a job that I could have dropped out of high school for. Every single application I have sent out for anything even remotely approaching a white collar job has returned nothing. (Ok, I did get one nibble but that was just a phone call from a temp agency asking if the spanish minor on my resume meant that I was bilingual. I said no, because I hadn’t learned spanish as a child. It was only after I hung up that I thought, maybe she just wanted to know if I could communicate in spanish with people. Sadly, I cannot in good faith say I can do that either. But I can analyze the fuck out of some Neruda.) For simple data entry clerk positions, people want 2 years minimum experience which, I mean, I’m pretty new to this whole job market thing but that seems unnecessary. Anyway, I am in a consistently foul mood because I have a crap job, with crap pay, and there doesn’t really seem to be much less crap in the future. Sure, I make noises about applying to grad school, but really if I did go, wouldn’t I really just be putting this whole thing off for another 3 or 4 years only to be in the same position then but with my student loans coming due immediately instead of in December? Being an adult sucks.
OOooooh, nice!
Inner Stickler, I feel your pain in a different yet similar way. I’m unemployed at the moment; I want to go back to work part-time (since I still look after all the household stuff, and enjoy doing that), but I don’t want to go back to my old office work, and I don’t know what else I can or want to do. If you’re feeling completely stuck, I’m feeling the same way. Every time I think about what to do for a job/career, I just see a big, blank wall.