Hey, it's October SOMEWHERE. Bitchtoberfesterama

Fuck.

I have mice, and I don’t mean the pet kind. One of my cats has brought two small rodents up from the basement tonight. Both got kicked out of the house, but how many more are down there, and how did they get in?

This is on top of a decorative trim over one of my windows that is leaking water into the house, and two doors (basement door and door to non-existent deck, vertically aligned) that have signs of water damage (as in, rot) at their bottoms and the basement door has piles of what may be sawdust near each side.

And I only just started my first job in TWO YEARS last week, and now I’ll have to have the exterminators in and doors replaced and who the hell knows what else … FUUUUUCK!!!

The house isn’t even that old.

Wandered into Wallyworld to get tp, vitamins and a couple other things and unfortunately got in line behind two black chicks who were holding up the fucking line with nickel and dime bullshit for a tiny black can of some crappy product they probably could have lived without.

Fuck you two cheap bitches for holding up the line, wasting everyone’s time, wasting the time of the supervisor and for being difficult about something so pointless. Fuck you agian with sandpaper for annoying the cashier for something out of her control.

It’s not complex. If you mark an attachment responsive, mark the parent email responsive for the same issues. I didn’t mind the 40 “but what if” questions. I do mind the fact you still can’t follow an instruction I could train a dead octopus to follow.

Why in the world does the city have to fence off the entire Civic Center for the friggin’ carnival? To get to the exhibition game - being held in the Igloo instead of the Civic Center - we have to park on the other side of the Civic Center, go into the Civic Center and then out of the Civic Center to get to the rink on the other side.

I don’t care - a walk is good for me - but we have handicapped and elderly fans who will find this a struggle. The hockey team is the only permanent tenant the Civic Center has had since it was built and I’m tired of the lack of consideration the fans get!

If you have several sick days available, and you’ve been coughing up a lung for over a week, and everyone around you at work is disgusted by this, and your job isn’t critical, maybe you should stay the fuck home til you’re better. FUCK!

COUGHCOUGHCOUGH HONK COUGHCOUGHCOUGH

Oh, goody. I have a cold. The first cold in years. I think it’s because I’ve been taking vitamins for a month, every illness I’ve had has been preceded by the taking of vitamins to be healthy. It used to be : “Hooray! It’s fall! Beautiful leaves, pumpkin patch, blue skies, clear cool air. It’s fall!” right alongside: “I have another fall goddam cold because the kid goes to school and the first week everyone and their mothers picks up the plague the first week of fall.”…I got THIS cold all by myself. Hooray. Feel like shit, cold’s aren’t just-a-cold when you get older.

I’ve got a couple stored up:

  1. I’m tired of doing a half-assed job of weight loss. So I’m monitoring my food intake much more closely and actually exercising (instead of telling myself I am when I’m really not getting around to it). And it sucks. I forgot how hard this was. It’s worth it - I’ve already dropped several pounds and am probably healthier for it already - but goddammit it’s hard. When I was younger I could easily have dropped 20 pounds just by upping my workout, no dietary changes required. Now that I’m older I have to be much more vigilant and it blows.

  2. I’m finally getting some help at work. Which is good, right? Yeah, it’s fabulous, but said employee won’t report to me. He or she will report to my boss apparently. Even though my counterpart has several employees. It’s not necessarily that (okay, it is a little); the primary problem is really that the only reason my counterpart has several employees is because those people previously reported to my boss, who told them each that they didn’t have to listen to my counterpart! He did such a terrible job managing them and so undermined my counterpart that they had to be taken away from him so they would actually do the jobs they were hired to do.

So I have absolutely no reason to believe that this person will have any incentive whatsoever to listen to me, to do what I ask or to do it in a timely manner. So, basically, my boss is getting another direct report who may or may not be useless and I’m getting…really nothing. It’s time for me to look elsewhere. I’m tired of this shit. There’s no reason for me to stay here and I’m clearly not going anywhere in this company.

To say I’m royally pissed is a gross understatement.

I should know better than to post about how well everything is going. My back is killing me today. I am not even sure what I did to it, it just kind of started hurting a bit around noon, I lay down for a minute and stretched it out, and when I sat up, damn!

Who made the decision to cut them out from under your boss and move them to reporting to your counterpart? I’d be talking to that person (your bosses boss?), bringing up what happened the last time and asking that this person pay attention to how things go this time around so that you don’t have to go through it.

Me, I’m tired. And burned out. I’m kinda losing my mental faculties late in the day and losing my ability to deal with complex issues and assholes. I just don’t want to be there anymore, but I desperately need the money.

Had someone call in with an issue today. He just seemed to want to scream about everything and anything and refused to troubleshoot his own issue or even answer basic questions because “why would I waste my time doing that?”. Because that’s how we fix your issue you stupid fuck. NOT doing that is wasting your time and mine. I ended up hanging up on him because he wouldn’t cooperate and wouldn’t stop screaming.

I can take 30 other calls in a day, but it is the calls like that which just wear down my soul.

“Don’t take it personally. Just move on.” Sure. I don’t take it personally. He didn’t call just to yell at ME, Chimera. But these things still leave smudges and dirt behind.

Dear co-worker,

I am able to ignore

  • that you stole my pen off my desk;
  • that you often disappear for an hour;
  • that you sing aloud at your desk;
  • that at your interview, you said you were a fast learner, willing to work hard and work late, and “an Outlook guru”, and so far have been none of those things;
  • that we passed over a really smart and qualified guy in another department who wanted the position to hire you at the recommendation of your friend, who is one of our VPs but has no clue what our department does;

but I swear to God, if you interrupt our answers to your questions with wrong guesses one more time, I will break those knuckles you’re constantly cracking.

So, does the Discovery Channel really need * two * identical shows catering to the redneck gun porn enthusiast demographic? First they came out with Son of a Gun which features a crusty, no-nonsense gun shop owner with a hot(ish) daughter who is just a bit of a lovable jerk to his employees. Every show features them building some sort of gun or explosive device that would get the average person very stern attention from the lovable folks at BATF. Then they go out and shoot the crap out of stuff which usually blows up.

Then they came out with American Guns. Which features, oh guess, a crusty, no-nonsense gun shop owner with a hot daughter (and wife and son) who is just a bit of a lovable jerk to his employees. And, based on the first episode, guess what they’re going to do every week? Yep, build some guns and then go shoot the crap out of stuff.

I’m a bit clear on what I’m Discovering here. That blowin’ shit up with guns is fun? Pretty sure I knew that.

I think I blame Mythbusters. The execs saw all the geeks drooling over Kari Byron firing a minigun and decided that the formula didn’t actually need the tiny bit of educational material that Mythbusters provides.

Now THAT’S a silly question. When those gun enthusiasts are not out blasting things, what do you think they’re doing? They’re watching TV, that’s what. And if the Discovery Channel has two shows that cater to them, that’s what they’re gonna watch.

I just hope that it doesn’t spread much further. I know that my husband watches every hunting show that’s on.

This is my third day of waiting in for a delivery. I work from home, so that’s not too bad, but it’s meant that I can’t walk the dogs - ironic given that it’s a petsupermarket delivery I’m waiting for. It also means I can’t go out to any museums (that 100 museum challenge of mine) or do anything I want to at all. The delivery company keep saying they either can’t find my address - it’s very very easy to find and no other company’s ever had a problem - or that they don’t have my full address, even though they then read my full address out to me.

So far today I’ve been on the phone to them for 5 hours. 2 hours yesterday, an hour the day before. 0844 number from a mobile during the day.

Because the delivery company and the company selling the goods are separate, there’s absolutely nothing I can do. Petsupermarket refuse to refund my money, the delivery company don’t give a shit, so all I can do is wait and wait and wait and wait.

The same delivery company is also supposed to be delivering an order from a different company. I doubt that’s going to arrive either, meaning that my daughter won’t have school shoes and I won’t have the money to go and get them for her because I’ve already spent all my money on the stuff which Yodel can’t be arsed to deliver.

My advice: if you find out that Yodel are delivering your goods, ask for an immediate refund and order elsewhere. Or book two weeks off work to sit at home and do nothing.

Oh, and if I mention this on Facebook, a friend of mine will post to complain about me being negative. He seems to go around doing this to lots of people.

Thing is, most of his own posts are negative, whereas mine are mostly positive because I prefer to focus on the good bits (and there are lots of them) or at least make a negative statement funny (like saying I have mumps but making a joke about it). This thread is pretty much the only place I let off steam.

I think I’m going to have to start excluding him from seeing some of my posts.

Morgyn, first of all, thanks so much for your help with resuscitating my Palm. I finally had time today, so I installed the 6.6.2 desktop, followed your instructons re the Aceeca driver, started a hotsynch and heard that lovely Toodle-ooo for the first time in nearly two years. Wahoo!

Of course, I’d forgotten how long a complete hotsynch took, but I checked every now and then and watched the cryptic names of various databases flash by, and about a half hour later it said the hotsynch had been successful.

But… on the screen of the Palm Desktop it says there are no memos, no addresses, no nothing. :frowning:

Then I remembered the other post about needing the PalmHotSyncSetup from Pimlico. So I got that, ran it - selecting the ‘legacy’ option - and did another hotsynch. This time it took a (relatively) long time synching the memos. Good, I thought.

After another report of ‘success’ I took another look: still the desktop claims there are no memoes, addresses, etc.

So…I’m assuming it copied over the data, but for some reason it’s not showing it to me.

Do you have any guesses why? Should I maybe not have chosen ‘legacy’? Should I start over using the older 4.whatever version of the desktop?

(I suppose it’s good that the data is backup, presumably I can restore it to the palm if need be, which allieviates the problem of losing data. OTOH, I would like to enter and display memoes and such on the desktop if at all possible.)

Thanks for any further help/ideas.

Starving

Oh, geeze. I pit myself for being a total idiot.

Please ignore all of that post EXCEPT for my thanking you.

One second after I posted that I went Hmmm. When I set up the DeskTop it asked for a name and I didn’t remember exactly what I’d used, so I put in “Test”.

And that was what it was displaying: all the date entered on the “Test” device. As soon as I changed the ‘User’ to what turned out to be my palm’s real name – zingo! Everything is there.

So… I am very :o right now, but also very :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

God fucking dammit, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not going to assist with serving food at the company Thanksgiving lunch just because I’m a female?!? I’m just as busy as the other engineers (all male); I wasn’t hired to transfer food from the fridge to the table or put ice in cups.

Glad it worked out for you. It is nice to know that your data is backed up, isn’t it?

My rant of the day?

Yesterday I was wigging because Tuesday night my cat had caught two varmints in the house. Live, squeaking varmints, that I scooped up into a large empty prescription bottle and dumped outside the door. [Shiva was mightly ticked by this. I’d taken away the Best. Toy. EVAAAAAAARRR! from him.]

Today I’m wigging, because this morning when I came downstairs I discovered half a varmint. That I had to dispose of before leaving for work. Where a co-worker tells me that varmints like to live in books, and Shiva is bringing the varmints up from the basement, where MY LIBRARY IS.

I’m waiting on a call back from varmint control, and if I don’t hear anything soon, I’mma calling again.

Stupid iPhone iOS5 update…their stupid Newsstand app forces itself onto the desktop (can’t be uninstalled) and can’t be placed in a folder. No, I’m not paying for regurgitated repackaged AP content.

Yep, it was my boss’s boss. I’ll be talking to her, too, though I’m going to talk to my boss first. I’m definitely going to bring up what happened last time (to both) and talk about what assurances I have that the same thing won’t happen again. I also plan to talk about professional development and how this puts me in a bad spot for that. I don’t issue ultimatums (i.e., I’m going to leave if you don’t do X, Y, Z); however, I think now is a good point to lay things out on the table and ask them to tell me up front if there’s any room for growth here or if I’m expected to just stay in the same role for as long as I’m here.

I was so mad when I first talked to him about the reporting structure that I decided to take a couple of days to cool off before I addressed it with him. It also gives me time to formulate my position with a clearer head and start an exit strategy if necessary.