My shoulders hurt. Anybody got an upper back rub handy? Ouch. Supermegaergonomic chairs and I don’t go well together 
and yes, it’s totally a first world complaint - second world chair backs and my back like each other much better!
I’m stuck at home right now because I can’t find my damned keys! Not such a big deal for me … I was going to be in late to work because of a doctor’s appointment, but my son is due to be in school in 7 minutes. Oh - and my phone is IN my van! I’ve emailed the kids’ daycare provider to see if she can come get them and take the older one to school (she’s in the neighborhood and the school is 5 minutes away) but haven’t gotten an email back or heard from my husband that she called him back. My husband called my doctor to cancel my appointment, and left a message on my mom’s phone to see if she can get me to work and all that jazz. I am STUCK! The boys are enjoying the extra time to watch Kipper and play with their blocks, at least.
Un-fucking-believable!! My husband has had my keys the whole time!! He got a ride into work today because his car is in the shop. He grabbed MY keys instead of HIS on the way out the door this morning. THANKFULLY my mother is able to go get them and bring them to me, at which time she will need to get HIS keys and take them back to him so he can pick up his car when it is done today. What a ridiculous clusterfuck of unnecessary driving.
Google maps tells me the route I took in to work this morning is 9.6 miles/15.4km. It took me an hour and fifteen minutes to get here. No accidents, no road work, no crappy weather. Just too many fucking cars on the road.
Also, I didn’t get any Monopoly game pieces on my Diet Coke this morning.
I had a Reese’s mini cup and a big glass of water for breakfast. Why? Because I knew in advance today would suck - hello, big-ass extra project that got dumped in my lap* oh, how I wuvses you - but I didn’t know so many other things would all come together and suck, too, all at the same time. I need a break from suckitude.
Side note: Friend, I know you’re not the most self-aware person right now, and the Other Shoe and I are trying to stay sympathetic, but dah-yum, dude, do you even know how whiny and emo you sound? Working our last nerve, you are. (Also: turning me into Yoda, you are.)
I am, however, amused that - for those of you who don’t see 'em - the three ads at the bottom are for a) 'raffes, b) something to help with high blood pressure, and c) something to help with drinking too much. How very appropriate for a thread full of bitching and moaning. 
- Should I take this to the work-rant thread, or can I hang out here for a while, with all you cool kids?
Play him that “Friends” episode where Ross discovers he’s too whiny for Janice and that sets him back on the right path. It’s worth a try, eh? 
Oh my stars, what a long day. You know that feeling when you walk into a room and forgot what you came in there for? I just did the 21st century equivalent: I opened an Outlook calendar event to set some reminders for myself for tomorrow (everything I didn’t get to today) and promptly forgot what I needed to remind myself to do.
I’m having a mental panic over my midterm tonight. I think I’ll do ok, but part if me keeps panicking that I haven’t done enough studying (I know I haven’t done all the readings) I think I have enough theory sunk in I can manage ok but then I start to try and remember steps and I forget little bits.
I’m leaving work in five minutes and between now and then I have to eat and do one last read of my shorthand ‘cheat sheet’ and hope I remember enough. I just hope I don’t have an extreme block when I sit in front of the test.
Eep.
Thought I’d call ahead for Vietnamese and my fave place changed their hours! Now I don’t know what I want. Maybe I’ll just grab a sandwich and soup at tims.
I’ll never try to understand this again. Real life is open-book, open-notes, call-a-friend.
I’m also getting a little bit sick of my fucking brain going into FaceBook mode, and thinking I’m going to submit this reply just by hitting the Enter key.
It’s so you understand what you ate doing instead of just by rote, is my theory. But as you say, life is open book (heck even my boss looks things up when she’s not sure, which comforts me the beginner accountant!)
That’s one thing I loved about my college, for most subjects you couldn’t have your notes with you for the theory part of the exam, but you were told to bring a cheatsheet for the practical. Some of the teachers would even grade the cheatsheet itself. The ‘most’ is because a handful of teachers just liked to prove time and again that having a PhD doesn’t mean you’re either good at logic or nice :rolleyes:
One of the biggest shocks of my life came when I realized that my “hardest” teachers weren’t such pains in the ass about answering theory questions Exactly As They Had Given Them To Us because they wanted them that way, but because they didn’t understand their subject well enough to see whether the answers were right if you used Xa and Xb where they’d used X1 and X2. The college teachers who were like this? All part of the “no cheatsheet!” gang 
My high school science teacher said that we were old enough to decide whether we wanted to keep a notebook for that subject or not. He urged us to do so, for our own study, and for our exams. He said that for tests, we could bring in any reference materials we wanted, because if we ever got jobs where we’d have to use science, we’d have charts and books to look up stuff like the periodic table, for instance.
I loved that guy. And he was quite impressed by me, because I’d read some of “Doc” E. E. Smith’s books.
Every time. Every goddamn time.
A month and a bit ago, I had a bit of money socked away. My laptop HD went and I lost everything, all the documents I was working on, all my music, all the files I’d leeched from a friend. I needed a new HD, and got a portable HD as a justincase to keep everything backed up. There goes all of the little bit of money I had aside.
Today, my TV has gone. I don’t actually have any money put away, but I do have some money going onto a credit card I’m in the process of paying off. I COULD replace my TV with a cheap one next week with that money. About $300.
I shouldn’t. I should get the credit card paid off and clear it away. But god damn it. I only ever go out to go to my friend’s place to roleplay. I never go “out” out. I don’t go to movies, the pub, concerts, to see bands play… The TV and the attached consoles are my predominant sources of entertainment apart from my computer. FML.
I pit myself for living up to my alias, although I’ve come a hell of a long way since I picked it.
Last night some of the local mums went on a night out - I’d told them a little white lie saying I wasn’t able to make it. So why am I now hideously jealous seeing them all going on about what a great time they all had? It’s not like I wasn’t invited.
(FWIW, my baby doesn’t sleep through the night, so if I’d gone out, my sister would have been stuck with a baby waking up three times between 7pm and 1am, without my standard solution of shoving a boob in her mouth to make her go back to sleep. Oh, but in reality it was really because two of the mums are too neddy for my liking, that I turned the invite down. Yes, I’m a snob!)
Just watch video on the computer. I don’t think I’ve turned on our TV for nearly a year.
Oh, and you can easily find a cheap TV for less than $300! Check Wal-Mart.
I am reasonably certain that my roommate is doing heroin again. And straight-up lying to me about it. I asked her to tell me if she relapsed… instead she’s telling me it’s her new meds. Except, the boys were just as nodded-out and they aren’t taking her meds.
And magically, she went downstairs earlier to find evidence of one of the boys using. The plan was that I was supposed to go down next with laundry to scope things out. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to be doing, as I wasn’t sure how I was meant to search anything but the laundry room, which is a communal area, and I couldn’t figure out why anyone would leave a rig there rather than have it hidden away somewhere. But a needle right next to the detergent… and I was supposed to find it. Shit, I didn’t realize exactly how fishy that was until I wrote it out. It made no sense to me at the time, but I kind of went along.
I’m very sad by this because it means my best friend is using, which makes me sad for her and I don’t know how to help her. If she wanted my help, she wouldn’t be lying to me. But I’m not THAT naive.
I’m going to straight-up ask her tomorrow. To tell me the truth. I don’t know what I’m going to do or say if she does, though.
Thanks for the hints, but I’m in Australia.
TV streaming sites don’t work without jiggerypokery involving proxies, and the local ones are woeful in their offerings, and Wal-Mart don’t ship outside the US. $300 is about the best I can do locally for a TV of the size and type I need for our living room.
So I had a great time last night–why am I posting here? The Texas Tornadoes played Discovery Green, downtown. We’ve had a few crisp, almost cool days–but the humidity was back. So it felt like Houston; you could almost forget that our beautiful trees are dying because of the wretched drought.
Augie Meyers was looking fine after a kidney transplant–playing the electric keyboard & picking up an accordion (like a good German boy) to duel with Flaco Jimenez. Flaco had a beer or two but not before getting on stage; so he was in good shape, too. Other old farts rounded out the band but in center stage was a skinny longhair in a cowboy hat, playing psychodelic guitar: Shawn Sahm, who had his picture on the Rolling Stone back when it meant something.
The set included hits from The Sir Douglas Quintet & The Texas Tornadoes. Plus “Wooly Bully” (by Domingo Samudio & the Pharoahs), “En El Cielo No Hay Cerveza” and “Volver, Volver.” Of course, they remembered Freddie Fender with “Wasted Days & Wasted Nights.” The last tune was the Quintet’s first hit “She’s About a Mover”–recorded in this town. Somebody yelled out “Huey P” as the song began; the crowd sang the refrain in the damp Houston air.
Yeah, I could rail at Fate that took Doug Sahm away so early. Then I’ll ask “Why is he not in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame?” He crossed too many borders; brought up in Country, schooled in the Blues, cutting Rock & Roll hits and then doing Tex-Mex with a side order of Cajun. Nope, he’d never fit in up in Cleveland. (That’s Cleveland’s loss.)
All right, fine. It’s your own fault for not being American, like a God-fearing American is supposed to be!