Our big project for my computer design class is due this Friday. I got all my stuff finished, and went off to the printshop to get it printed out on 24x36 paper last week. Yesterday I get an email from my instructor - “Oops, my bad, I forgot to give you a key piece of information about orienting your design for dimensioning.” Well, I guess I’ll be getting points off for that, because my design is PRINTED already - I’m finished. She’s willing to give an extension so we can re-do things with this new information - are you giving me my money back for the print job, too? Print jobs that big don’t come cheap. It isn’t break the bank expensive, but she’s been careless with our money from Day One - we did a lot of colour printing at home throughout the course, a lot of solid black printing, and now this, on top of the laptop I had to buy because the school doesn’t have computers (the class is at my local zoo). Not to mention that her classes are always in the day during the work week, so if you’re a working stiff, it’s that much more difficult to make it plus you’ll probably lose wages.
This is why I love using Firefox with Noscript. And why I won’t switch to Chrome until someone figures out how to make a Noscript for it.
I wanna try! (Yes, I’m bored, why do you ask? :D) How do I unblock tynt.com on FireFox?
Afuckingmen. Same thing happened to me when I went to get my baseline mammogram at age 37. I tried asking ahead of time how my insurance would bill this (and it wasn’t some rink-a-dink insurance co either, it’s the largest provider in the state) and they couldn’t tell me. Got hit with a $300 copay with zero warning - and this was at the day hospital, the only place in the county that did mammograms. Frankly, this is making me hesitate to get my first regular mammogram because the last thing I need is another bill.
I’m running the NoScript extension for FireFox, and I have it set to disallow Javascript by default, except for scripts originating at sides I’ve okayed. This takes care of all the third-party scripts many pages call in. I merely told it to temporarily allow scripts originating from tynt.com.
Incidentally, the http://www.tynt.com/ website specifically mentions ways of blocking their system if you’re uncomfortable with it:
Exactly. There is strong negative incentive to get this done if you can’t be assured of how it’s going to be paid and how much it’s going to cost.
I cannot think of any other area (in my life today) where I would just go in and get a product/service and be told “We can’t tell you how much this is going to cost. Could be thirty bucks. Could be two hundred.”
So, guess what? My gyno is ok with me doing a mammogram every other year. So I’m not going to get one this year and hope next year I have better insurance.
Oh yeah. I sure learned this lesson the hard way. A year ago I had an MRI done at a local out patient place. That with another test cost me $1100.
Had another MRI done this past fall at the county hospital. Imagine my surprise when I got the bill for $9000, PLUS another $1100 for the doctor who read it!
I damn near had a heart attack when I opened the bill. (And if I had, I woulda just laid down and died. NO WAY I’d let anyone take me to a hospital! You have any idea what THAT would cost?)
I pit stoopid medical jargon.
A term that’s been creeping into medical workups is “tobaccoism”. As in “The patient admits to tobaccoism” instead of “He’s a smoker”. Where did this crap come from?
While we’re at it, docs need to entirely drop the business of “The patient admits to” smoking/drinking. Yes, I know what patients tell you is sometimes short of the truth, but you are not the Lord High Prosecutor and the patient is not on trial. It’s just as easy to say “The patient reports consuming 3 beers a day/acknowledges abusing small furry animals during the full moon”.
I admit to being mildly pissed off at this stuff now and again.
“Tobaccoism?” Is it possible that it is intended to include snuff, snus and chaw, too?
Graaargh. I have a patulous eustachian tube. This condition feels (and sounds) like I’m breathing through my ear – the eustachian tube is stuck open, and the moving air of my breath literally vibrates my eardrum. (Most of my breath goes through my nose and mouth, of course, but a little stream is diverted through my ear.) It’s usually only noticeable for a few minutes or half an hour at most, but lately it’s nearly constant. It hasn’t bugged me like this for more than a decade.
There’s fuck-all Medical Science can do about it. It’s not dangerous, just deeply annoying. DEEPLY annoying.
Great. Now, my eustachian tubes are burning. Thanks, emmaliminal.
My husband has standing prescriptions at the local branch of a drugstore chain for lisinopril (high blood pressure) and Lipitor. He’s been on them a couple years or so. I picked up his prescriptions for him a couple days ago.
This morning, he realized he was finally done with the old bottle of Lipitor, and pulled the new bottle out of the cabinet.
“Honey? What’s Lexapro?”
Me: :eek: That’s an antidepressant!
I checked the pills versus pictures online. Yup, Lexapro. Bottle instructions give it as the same dosage and frequency as his Lipitor.
I called his doctor’s office when they opened (they have Saturday hours, woo!) and they were confused and said no, they faxed a written order over, it says Lipitor, no mention of Lexapro anywhere.
I call the pharmacy and talk to a tech. She is shocked, says no, the order says Lipitor, it’s their fault, must have keyed it in wrong, very sorry, etc. A couple hours later, I go in to pick up the Lipitor and return the Lexapro.
I explain I’d called in earlier, was told this was their mistake, prescription order said Lipitor, we got Lexapro instead. Not-quite-grasping-the-situation tech (not the same one I talked to) asks, “So, you don’t want the Lexapro, then?” :smack: In what reality do you just get to keep prescription drugs that you weren’t prescribed, just because a tech accidentally sold them to you?
I get annoyed and say through lightly-gritted teeth, “No - my husband has not been given a prescription for a SSRI antidepressant! I want the Lipitor he was prescribed!”
The head pharmacist was back there, as was a store manager, so I don’t care so much about the actual mixup; it’s been reported. Prescription screwups have to happen, by sheer chance - but you bet I’ll be double-checking them before I leave. If only to avoid dealing with someone who can’t comprehend why we don’t want this medication.
I’d like to issue a hearty “Fuck off” to the gentleman witnessing to diners in a certain buffet restaurant in southeast Wisconsin yesterday. cwPartner and I were wandering the steam tables, looking for something appropriate for a fish-and-veg eater and a kosher-gluten-free vegetarian, until the following exchange began:
Witnesser: Hi there!
cwthree: Um, hi. (I try frantically to remember if I’ve seen this guy before, since I don’t know why he’s talking to me. I decide he probably works there and he’s going to ask if we like the food, or something like that).
Witnesser: I’m Jim!* How are you today?
cwthree: Um, OK. (Shit. He must be someone I knew when I worked up here, and I do not have a clue who he is now. Please, give me a hint so I don’t look quite so stupid.)
Witnesser: I’m a follower of Jesus!
cwthree: Um, OK.
Witnesser: Have a nice day!
cwthree: (blinks)
What, exactly, were you thinking, Jim*? That we’d drop to our knees in front of the tray of steamed broccoli and proclaim, “Why, thank you! Five minutes ago we’d never heard of Jesus, but having met you here at the buffet restaurant, we’ll give up our aggregate 95 years of thoughtfully-arrived-at religious, philosophical, and ethical beliefs, and become dedicated Christians!”
Perhaps it’s our own fault, what with cwPartner being so obviously Jewish and all. I should never have brought a man in a yarmulke into a popular restaurant in small-town Wisconsin. The novelty was bound to get to someone.
Look, I have no problem with the notion that Jim* is very happy being Christian. But cwPartner and I don’t lack for exposure to the basic teachings of Christianity, and being hit on by a total stranger while we’re trying to get lunch isn’t going to add significantly to our body of knowledge. We’re happy the way we are, a Jew and a godless heathen just trying to fill our bellies before heading over to Target to buy detergent and cheap electronics.
*Name changed, of course, to protect the annoying.
My co-worker the superannuated Southern belle, aka the Geico pothole, the one who takes so much time off work, who whines and forgets things and makes tactless comments and is nowhere to be found when things get busy… She’s getting her own office.
There’s definitely a silver lining here. She’ll be further from me and closer to the Powers That Be, for one. However, right now I’m just drowning in WTF. Seems like every paper on my desk weighs about twelve pounds today.
Amazon, what the hell is your problem?!
I said I own a Harry Potter book so they recommend The Half Blood Prince Hardcover, I check that I already own that. A little while later while perusing my recommendations they have now recommended The Half Blood Prince in the paperback version. I check not interested. Then they recommend all the other Potter books and an audio CD of The Half Blood Prince. No, No, No, NO! Okay, finally they must realize I don’t want any more Potter books. Nope, now they recommend The Half Blood Prince Large Print Edition! ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! I wish I could walk up to whomever came up with their recommendation system and bean them on the head with my hardcover Half Blood Prince.
Geico pothole?
Sometimes I get some pretty good recommendations from Amazon. Sometimes, though, they recommend stuff that is just totally wrong for me. I wish that they had a button that said “Don’t recommend anything remotely like this for me, ever” because for a while they were suggesting that I buy Robert Jordan’s massive pile of dead trees. And let’s not forget the times that they thought that Barbie and Disney Princess items would be just perfect for me. Apparently, if ONE person orders a group of products ONE time, then Amazon thinks that everyone who orders product A will also be interested in products B through G. This works when the products are similar. However, if a new parent who likes the same books as I do happens to order one that I’ve bought, that does NOT mean that I’m interested in buying a Diaper Genie.
I think in an earlier post in this thread, DB said the voice and general helpfulness level (i.e., none) matched her coworker.
God damn you mutherf-ing craigslist people. You cracktards from s-ville!
I post a free loveseat a week ago. It’s got some cat scratches on it, so it’s no gem, but works fine with a cover on it. Anyway, I respond to the first email, set up a time for them to come pick it up. Turns out they can’t get a zipcar because all of the snow – fine, I understand.
Next email. We set up a time. I have the area of DC clearly labeled in my ad, have told you my cross street, and get stupid questions like, “Are you in Woodbridge or Fredricksburg?” Those dank holes of humanity are an hour’s drive from me. Explain where I am, we set up a time to meet. Two hours later, complete no-show.
Third email. Question about the couch. I answer it and propose some times to meet. 12 hrs later, the girl starts sending me emails. It becomes increasingly clear that she is a prostitute, and she has confused my email proposing a time and place to meet as a solicitation. WTF? Or, as she wrote five million times in three emails, “lol haha 
when’z the h00/{ up LOLZ!!!1!”
Fourth email. Guy says he wants it, has a car, proposes a time, says he’ll be here that evening right after class. I nail down the time. He flakes.
Go fuck yourselves, you inconsiderable bitches. I’m never going to give anything away for free ever again. What with all the goddamn time I’ve wasted, I would have been a million times better off if I had taken an axe to the loveseat and used it as firewood.
I hope nobody shows up to your birthday party, wedding, and funeral. lolz!