Fuck this past weekend. Fuck the goddamned twit who thought I would be super happy to have a big glass of alcohol, despite me telling her just last week that I cannot imbibe. Fuck the damn cat who tried to run away, we caught you, numbnuts. Fuck today, my birthday, while I sit here alone, counting the minutes until I can take a Xanax. Fuck tomorrow when I get hooked up to machines. I wouldn’t have to be hooked up if the goddamned twit with the booze lost the weight she said she really really wanted to, but that friggin requires effort. Fuck my dear friend, who informed me if I just let Jesus into my life, I’d be able to handle all of this with grace. Just fuck it all.
Well that’s one sucky assed birthday. Fuck dialysis, religious fanatics, and birthdays that aren’t happy. My kitty also got out, got muddy and is now whining after I gave her majesty a bath. Tomorrow’s my birthday and I have to work so fuck that. I had to work today with no fucking holiday pay! Fuck companies that won’t give people holiday pay!
“Weird Al” addresses “literally” in his “Word Crimes” song:
Maybe it’s just a guy thing, or maybe it’s just a me thing, but I don’t give a shit about my birthday. Oh look, I’m a day older than I was yesterday! Birthdays are for women and children. Maybe it’s just because I work for an hourly wage instead of a salary, but I have never expected to have my birthday off. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. I can’t afford to lose a day’s wage.
Also, why would you wash a cat?
It’s more having to work today on a fucking holiday with no extra holiday pass that pissed me off. It’s a fucking federal holiday today and they should pay us extra for working on it. I resent working for a company pretty much full time and having those fucking pricks still treat me like a temp. I wish the job market were better so workers would have more rights. They not only didn’t give us holiday pay, they sent out an email shortening some shifts later in the week so we don’t get any overtime pay at all this week. Bastards coated in bastard sauce.
I’m just so sick of companies and their dickish behavior. Wages are stagnant yet every fucking CEO imagines they’re Albert Einstein and entitled to the company’s entire profit. And I can’t even totally complain since we have thousands in the market in stocks that have done well. I just wish companies would decide they could earn a decent profit and treat workers and stockholders and even that greedy shit CEO decently all at the same time.
As for the cats, I have two of them. The short hair doesn’t get washed unless he’s been hiding in the rafters of my basement. But the long hair got spooked by some noise somewhere, ran out of a door I had opened and got herself covered in mud so she got a bath. She’s been whining about it for over an hour but the mud had to be removed.
I also meant to wish MissTake happy birthday in my response to her so Happy Birthday MissTake!
A solid, vituperative rant there Lavender, I once worked for a guy who started the company and was a pretty decent fella, but then the whole CEO thing went to his head. In a company that was heavily dependent on cash flow to make payday every month ( no banking cushion, all loans we had were spent on revenue generating assets) he thought it was a good idea to take intercontinental flights in business class, big nice office furniture, and hospitality got out of control, he just thought because he was the CEO he deserved it. I bailed a while back and he pretty much run the company into a cliff and it was sold out at rock bottom dollar to another company. Shame really as he used to be a decent person.
The fever and aches of the flu have gone, but my head still feels like someone has injected a whole jar of Cheez Whizz into my sinuses.
There was a power failure in our building at work this morning. I found out about when I arrived some time later to find some of the results when:
A) I was stuck in an elevator for 10 minutes when it decided to stop after ascending all of 2 feet (although it did helpfully tell us there was a problem and we should push the alarm button), and
B) I found that my computer hard drive was fried when I tried to turn it on. The IT guy who showed up after my call to the service desk agreed that it was dead and would need to go for warranty repair, which would take 2-3 days. Would I get a replacement in the meantime. No, they don’t have any spare computers in stock. IT support for 26,000 employees, 95% of whose work is done on networked systems, and you have no provision for replacing a computer so the employee can continue to actually, you know, work?
Happy Birthday, LavenderBlue!
Thank you!! I hope your week gets better.
Watching the Duggar meltdown has been one of the best birthday presents ever. For years, I have endured people telling me that I am just a mean, nasty woman jealous of those good, sweet, loving Christians. I have been told that I am not a tenth the parent that Michelle Duggar is, that I am a sad, unhappy, ungodly little troll who isn’t fit to change a Duggar’s diaper. She and her endless comings and goings of her brood have invaded every damned mommy board and quite a few real life conversations over the last decade. Barely a week has gone by where I have not been needlessly informed about the contents of her poor uterus and sanctimonious mutterings of her tiny little brain.
The shaudenfreude of watching them squirm and seeing the kind of people they are finally exposed to most Americans is deeply, deeply, deeply satisfying.
Yeah, lLavenderBlue, the whole Dugger thing is a lot of amusement, except of course for feeling sad for the victims, who seem to have gotten no help at all.
And MissTake, you should ask your Jesus-loving pal if Jesus has a kidney you could have. I mean, after all, if he is really the son of og and all that, he should be a match for you just automatically, no?
One can only hope something will finally penetrate the Duggar bubble and make the girls realize they need help or at least need to stay away from Josh. At the very least, the girls may finally realize the need to raise any future children they have with saner family rules. Michelle Duggar’s youngest is only five and all of Anna’s and Josh’s kids are very young as well. At the very least, the authorities will probably keep a close eye on them from now on. I certainly hope it has been made clear to the Duggar kids that they have resources to turn to for prevention and coping.
Oh fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
I may have to go FMLA. I have 5 days of PTO remaining for the entire rest of the year, I’m about out of pain meds and this whole neck thing doesn’t seem to be improving. Requested a referral to a spine specialist, which will take even more PTO time to deal with.
Totes!!
I want a biohazard bin for my computer!
Getting hold of the corpse for extraction would be a bit of a tuffie, I think.
Would that be such a bad thing?
I have to go bathe the other cat. He knocked a large glass of lemonade all over himself. This should be fun.
In the absence of a financial cushion to carry him through however long he has to be without his income stream, the fact that his job will be waiting for him when he’s cleared to return to work is likely the only bright spot.
Chimera, are you going to be able to go on disability during your FMLA time?
Well, I think my purpose would be short term needs to get through periods when the pain is too rough to get into work. Unpaid PTO without the risk of being fired. Not a lengthy leave of absence. And no, I don’t have a huge cushion of dough to tide me over.
I’ve had a few episodes of horrible cervical pain, complete with MRI diagnosis of the lesions causing the pain. Physical therapy (heat, massage, and traction) worked beautifully. The traction was amazing!
A friend had the same basic situation and had several vertebrae fused surgically. His post op pain was horrible, but he is now pain free.
I really can’t be happy about this, due to the victims here.
I’m kinda torn on the subject, myself. The egregious victimization that Josh perpetrated against them occurred twelve years ago. SINCE THEN, the ongoing victimization inherent in being brought up in Gothardite teachings has been continuing unabated, and has been compounded by being celebrated as something to admire (and maybe even emulate) on a nationally-viewed television program.
The end of that victimization (or at least the end of it being enabled by TLC) is something to be happy about, and the thought that they (JimBob and and Michelle) are being subjected to some scrutiny and disapprobation while it crumbles around their heads and shoulders does afford some legitimate satisfaction.