I AM CRANKY!!!!

I have 5 days left till my job is done. I don’t have another part time job to take it’s place. I have a couple good leads, but nothing definate. I have to take 2.5 hours out of my work day to go to the oral surgeon for a consultation and have him tell me that “yep, this is when you show up. This is how you take a valium.” ARGH. It takes a half hour to get there and a half hour to get back, because my insurance company is so hard to deal with that this is the ONLY oral surgeon in the area that is covered. AND I have to go to my dentist beforehand IN ANOTHER TOWN and pick up my X-Rays because THEY NEVER FUCKING SENT THEM. I am tired, and want a nap, and am cranky, and can’t wait till the weekend, except I’m gonna be in a car all weekend, driving to and from NYC. My godparents have too many houseguests, so instead of staying with them, I’ll be taking the train back into Long Island to stay at my Aunt’s house in Massapequa.

No good reason to be cranky, but I am, godammit. I am in a mood which my mother refers to as a “kicking old ladies and pushing over baby carriages mood.” Grrrrr…any other Dopers feeling cranky?

Really? Couldn’t tell.

I feel you pain with the driving though. I have a 6 hour car ride in an over packed car to do tonight. Fun. Wee. Lifes a bitch then ya die.

the 10 year old dog we got at a shelter has pissed on my guitar & case, my antique chair, the brick wall in the living room, then as well, the cat has sprayed (diff from pissing) on my 4 yr. olds’ bed, on the clean laundry, on the couch, on my bed, on the carpet all over the spare room…the whole fuckin’ house reeks of various animal piss…

the 4 yr. old that is my sunshine is being rude, belligerent, obnoxious and defiant…

my hubby lost $3,000 somewhere or it was stolen from the van…

said hubby just calls from a restaurant where he tells me he is enjoying a hamburger while knowing that I have to make popcorn for lunch here because there is no food due to no income for the past 2 weeks (and due to losng the aforementioned 3 grand)

I also have my fucking god-damned period, and I get DMS…during menstral syndrome, but no money to purchase feminine hygene products (don’t, for goddess’ sake ask…)

yes, I AM FUCKING CRANKY!!!

we were supposed to take a vacation to virginia (our first vacation in 5 years) to visit my parental units, but now, we can’t even afford the gas to go into downtown montreal.

and I have a huge zit under my eye which keeps distracting me as I try to look at things…

plus the rude mini-dewt is asking for a popsicle, and I am getting angrier and angrier that I can’t afford the 40 cents it would cost…
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK

did I mention that yes, I am indeed cranky?!?!?


psst…can you spare a sig?

Dylan,
Okay. Relax. I’m soooo there with you. Listen, I’ve got some of this covered.

  1. Got any Kool-Aid? If so, make it. Empty out an ice tray and fill it with the stuff. An hour or two and you’ve got groovy home-made pop cycles. Works every time. Trust me.

  2. Stuck at home? Great. Mix up some baking soda with a little water. Makes a paste. Put in on the zit. It’ll draw out the soreness and help it heal quickly. Ground asperin works too.

  3. DMS? TP is a life-saver in a pinch. Who’s gonna know?

  4. Got any pasta? What about mac and cheese? Okay…worse case…grilled cheese sandwiches? Scrambled eggs? Soup?

  5. When you get the chance, get yourself some stuff called ‘NIX’ for the urine. It’ll take care of it, no problem.

  6. Push up naptime for the kids, take a nice LONG hot bath.

I’m thinking of you.

<singing drunkenly>
How do ya handle a cranky Swiddles?
How do ya handle a cranky Swiddles?
How do ya handle a cranky Swiddles?
Arleigh in theh marnan’?
<falling over, passing out>

Really? Your username says SwimmingRiddles.
You really ought to ask TubaDiva to fix that for you. (It’s a lot easier for people talking about you to type “CRANKY” (even with the shift key issue) than to type out that long “SwimmingRiddles” name.

(Are the exclamation points part of the name?)

Just hit the CAPS LOCK key, Tometc. Or call her “Swiddles” or “Swids” or even “Light of my life without whom I cannot go on,” although that is longer than “SwimmingRiddles.”

John Dvorak (computer guru) once suggested removing the CAPS LOCK key because he never used it and was sick of hitting it by accident. Since it is engaged most of the day for me I am glad nobody listened.

Swids - That sucks.

etgaw1 - Doing the same tomorrow. I feel your pain. Shorter distance (two hours one way) but round trip so I can’t even have a drink.

Dylan - That REALLY sucks. But I’m always happy to find a husband dumber than I.

Zombie Alert

This thread title and the fact he was mentioned in the last post 26 years ago seems appropriate. His magazine columns throughout the 90’s were one of the first I’d read just to see what he was cranky about that month.

RIP John C. Dvorak

Dude.

The entire month has been like that. On the 3rd of July I had to take my dog to the emergency vet because his eyes were literally popping out of his head. $550 and pet insurance refused to cover it for reasons I’ll get to. Took him to my normal vet on the following Monday and he determined that the cause was probably an insect bite. Insurance covered that, and the followup a few days later, to the tune of my deductible. But they refused to pay the claim for the inital ER visit because the vet wanted to rule out glaucoma, so insurance considered that a diagnosis of an illness and not an accident. July 12th my new foster puppy arrived. Having a puppy in the house ensures that you won’t get any uninterrupted sleep, but it’s a puppy - you can’t be in a bad mood. So the dog is healing, the puppy is amazing, and this morning his eyes are bulging out of his head again. Oh, did I mention that my pothead girlfriend quit her job without finding another one a few weeks ago? That plays into this. I take the dog to the vet today and pay another $500 that won’t be covered by insurance because now it’s a possible autoimmune disorder and we need an ophthalmologist. $350 just to walk in the door. With no income from my girlfriend we’re living on Cheerios and beanie weenies and I have just spent double my mortgage payment on vet bills with more to come. We get home from the vet to find the new puppy staggering around like he’s drunk. The conversation went like this:

“Is there any chance he got into your pot?”
“No”
“Were you watching him the entire time?”
“I took a nap”
“So you don’t know what he got into while you were asleep because you didn’t put him in the crate like I told you to.”

So I have one dog at risk of going blind, a new puppy stoned out of his mind, vet bills I can’t pay, and a parasitic pothead girlfriend. Fuck me, it never ends. And yes, I’m a little cranky. Also grateful for the opportunity to vent.

Got me all excited over nothing. I was hoping to see @CrankyAsAnOldMan .

When I saw the 26 year bump on this thread, I automatically knew it would be about John C Dvorak!

Okay, maybe I didn’t.

I might have picked this thread

Or this one

(I sometimes still think of old John C, mainly in the context about how he used to brag about having a pair of ISDN lines: a full 256 kilobits per second!

Aw fuck I vented for nothing. Well, at least I got it out somewhere other than my therapist’s office, so I guess that’s a good thing.

Yea you did. That’s why I picked this one.

Is this the oldest Zombie ever? I’m sure someone is gonna research this…

Who cares? Just enjoy a thread that has nothing to do with current events and the usual suspects. It a fucking breath of stale air! I’ll take it.

If you mention current events we’ll all be cranky.

But now I’m wondering whether in 26 years Dylan and their kid (and the cat and pup) ever got anything to eat.

Has your cat been neutered/spayed? That’s not usual behavior for a cat that has been “fixed”, but is common for a cat in heat or still has its “equipment”.

I figure that cat has met their maker, by now. Hopefully the kid is a grown adult.

Today, I’m NOT cranky. Seeing @dropzone , in this thread kinda made me happy. :grinning_face: and :cry: alittle sad.

Well, crap. Didn’t realize it was a zombie.

We never did find out, did we?