I’m totally with you here - my son is also in a scout troop and it is led (led being a generous term) by a team of the most dysfunctional, disengaged, disorganized men I’ve ever met. I’m not an assistant scoutmaster, but the activities coordinator, and the guys decide they want go places somedays just days in advance of the event, yet give me no information on where the location happens to be or when specifically they want to do things.
As a result, if we’re lucky enough to get a reservation, we pay through the nose. Since they don’t seem to understand I can’t walk into a bank and fill out a form to just get a second credit card on the scout account but need the owner of the account with me (who the fuck doesn’t know that???), I wind up making half the reservations on my own dime and get reimbursed whenever the hell they feel like it. And because leadership is so disorganized, none of the parents bother to respond to requests for headcount! I probably wouldn’t, either - by the time they solidify plans, most of the troop already has something else they need to do, yet these guys are shocked at the lack of participation and the fact that we’ve had several boys drop out mid-year.
If this troop doesn’t die on its own in the next year or so, I’m going to have a more serious conversation with my son about whether this is something he really wants to continue. He’s not interested in a different troop (we’ve talked about that) and being part of this troop means he has to cool his heels and not make plans for anything else if he wants to participate in troop activities because we rarely know more than a week in advance of anything coming up. Hopefully he’ll get sick of it if the troop doesn’t just die on its own; I’m certainly over the whole damn thing.
So I was just cleaning my glasses and snapped the arm off on the left side, right at the joint. Arrggghhh! They are thin metal frames so not fixable. I got someone to help me tape the two parts together with pieces of a bandaid but that barely holds it. I don’t have a spare pair so I’ve got to go to the optometrist asap. Of course, the earliest appointment is next Tuesday. Dammit. I do not need this expense on top of the bill I just got from the orthopedist who looked at my knee a few weeks ago. I owe them nearly $500 since I haven’t met my deductible yet. February is not starting off well.
Throws my whole morning off when my husband doesn’t go to work. Mostly it’s all the talking. I really like my solitude (well, with the dogs) to ease myself into the workday.
Unless you think you need a new exam/presicription, I don’t think you need to see the optometrist. You should be able to use your existing one to order new glasses.
And I think a lot of places could actually use your existing glasses to determine your prescription.
And (I’m full of barely worthwhile advice), if you know what brand the glasses are, can you order a new earpiece? Or did the hinge break off the eyeglasses part (in case, replace ‘barely’ with ‘completely’)?
I haven’t had an exam in over a year so my optometrist won’t give me new ones. He’s a preferred provider in my network and I’ve gone to him for years so I don’t want to go anywhere else. I was planning to get the exam and new glasses in the next few months anyway.
The arm broke on the area closest to the lens so the broken piece has the hinge on it.
Still not working. Today is payday (for a lot of folks) and all Wells Fargo shit … is … wonky. There’s a stupid mea culpa posted on their website, something about smoke and maintenance blah blah. Whatever. I have direct deposit, and just got a low balance notification text. So I have pending money, I guess. Yay. That pays dem bills.
My kidneys decided to turn to raisins, on the way to walnuts. I had been retaining water for a while, and my legs started channeling a Zeppelin. Still have more to go. my feet still are about twice as thick as they should be. Maybe in a month or so the PermaCath can get extracted, its no showers until then.
You can EITHER post idiotic memes to Facebook advising everybody to avoid the medical system in favor of herbal supplements and naturopathy … or you can be a nursing professor. Pick one.
Mother Nature is on a bender–it was 60 degrees when I drove over to dialysis, and it dropped to 25 overnight, with howling winds. Maybe the January Thaw was on vacation and was late getting back.
Another 2.2 litres gone. I’m starting to look like a three day old latex helium balloon. I think I have ankles again!
My daffodils started blooming during the warm spell. It’s been in the 30s for 2 days. They are officially stunned, maybe dead. This is big daffodil country. There are least 3 festivals in the near vicinity. They all have dates the last week of Feb and early Mar. Don’t think they’ll have blooms. I have at least 1000 in my yard. Oh well, Tulips are still underground.
I have a small side business, and there was one (ONE!) local business that would buy from me at wholesale prices. All my other sales are to individuals, at a slightly higher price but generally low volume.
Now that business has a new manager who’s giving me an even lower price, and cock-blocks every attempt I make to communicate directly with the owner, who gave me the original quoted price. I’ve got the original email thread as proof or whatever, but it’s a shared inbox (they’re a small biz, one location so basically mom’n’pop type of store) and Manager Prick keeps intercepting.
Meanwhile my inventory is through the roof and I’d reeeeeally like to move some out the door. Accepting this lower price barely makes it worth driving out there to deliver … but worse, feels like admitting defeat.
In the meantime, my inventory is piling up and I’ve got no alternative revenue stream. Fuck.
Thus far I’ve been to Texas once. I went in mid-November and was excited to be going someplace warmer. Except it ended up being during an unheard of cold snap, and it was exactly one degree warmer in Texas than it was at the time back home in New Hampshire. Sigh.
We’re going back in May of 2020. Watch it be during the next cold snap…
I got zapped by the mirror reverse of that. Went on vacation in the upper midwest in late september. In the southeast this year, summer showed no sign of letting up on heat and humidity even in late september, so I was looking forward to deliciously cool and dry weather up north.
It was not to be. Ended up with a heatwave up there, and everyone there was remarking “this is the hottest it’s been here in years…”. Major disappointment, though it was marginally less humid than back home.
Ugh, I thought I’d at least get a couple individual sales. Had a 5 or 6 solid-sounding convos w different folks last week who all seemed interested (and it’s the first time I’ve been off work on a weekend in months, so schedule coordination shouldn’t have been a problem) but … nada. All flaked on me. I sell from home so having people come to my house is not nothing. But planning for it and then twiddling my thumbs is a much bigger PITA and frankly, I’m getting discouraged.
So, I got a spam email last week about Shari’s Berries for Valentines Day. The thing is, I knew I had to buy something for VD, and the email included a 25% discount, blah, blah, blah.
So, I placed the order. Strawberries dipped in chocolate looked and sounded great. I initially was going to order 6, but the full dozen was just a bit more, so I chose that.
I went to pay. I claimed my 25% discount, entered my cc info, and expected it to be a little under $20. NOPE! There are all kinds of ancillary fees for shipping, etc. Total was around $50. And I’d just spent 15 minutes entering all the info. Damn.
First I have to admit that I tend to be too literal and fairly pedantic, so this could be on me. But it was my understanding that managers and executives of companies have to have a fair amount of people skills since their job is 90% dealing with people. So why am I always encountering people above me with worse social skills than me? Case in point, I’d heard that we’d hired a new manager above my manager but I hadn’t seen him and wasn’t introduced to him. I just came out of a meeting that included a man I didn’t know and suspected was him, and afterwards as we were walking out I introduced myself. It went kind of like this:
me: Hi, I don’t think I know you, have we met?
him: No, we haven’t met
me: Okay, I’m <say my name, and shake his hand>
him: nice to meet you
me: … <smiling>
him: <smiles but says nothing>
me: what’s your name? <then he finally tells me his name>
The reason it stood out to me is because I really suck at introducing myself to people, so the fact that I had to bluntly ask what his name is was very uncharacteristically bold of me. Anyway, isn’t introducing yourself to fellow business people part and parcel of being in management?
I suspect that he thought you must have known who he was, and that was why you were introducing yourself. Although in that case, I’d be more likely to do something like:
Me: Mr Muckety-Muck? (pause for acknowledgement)
MM: Yes?
Me: Hi, I’m Fred and I work for Jane Smith.
Back at the doctors office about my cat scratches. They are gonna do a white count. Just what I need another finger poke. I had to test my sugar about 30 times over the weekend. Infection causes variations in my numbers. I ate very carefully all weekend. I still feel slightly ill. I bet they change my antibiotic. Crap. Crap. Crap!
I think I have ankles again!