I was cancelled without compensation for tomorrow’s work shift.
The medication the doctor prescribed for my high blood pressure gave me a huge headache that was only mildly lessened by high doses of excedrin.
On top of everything else there’s apparently a skunk in the backyard frightened of his own shadow. He managed to make the entire house smell like skunk. Literally every single fucking room smells like skunk.
I’d go to bed but the baby is still fussing and I have take over from my husband in a few minutes. I really want to join her in the crying right now but I have to at least feign adulthood.
Followup: Saturday, Drama SIL reappears and says yes, she’s still hosting, but her posts are their usual incoherent but not overly aggressive style. Tonight, she calls my husband and claims their mom (who is elderly and has a moderate level of Alzheimer’s) is not in good enough shape to be driven maybe 15-20 minutes by their dad to her place, so we’re going to have to host this Sunday. (We live about a 5 minute drive from their parents.)
Awesome.
Drama SIL is claiming this reasoning is partially from their dad, but I don’t really believe her. She always makes excuses for why she can’t show up at certain family get-togethers (unless it’s one where she’ll get presents), so I expect she’s just got her nose out of joint about this irrational, perceived snubbing about our niece’s bridal shower, and refuses to host.
We have a tiny little house. We’re hosting them in the backyard. The weather had damned well better be nice. And now I have to clean my house from top to bottom, since I’ve been slacking and put off the spring cleaning. Plus I just dropped some big payments and don’t get paid until Friday, so I’m buying anything we need after then.
I’ll be cordial, but no one damned well better expect me to be fucking cheery.
Waaah! I was going to go get lunch right at noon, because I forgot my snack this morning, but I forgot about the webinar my boss wanted me to attend - from noon till 1:30.
So I’m sitting here at my desk, listening to a webinar I’ve heard before (long story), STARVING. (Okay, far from starving. But REALLY HUNGRY.)
Having finally broken down and gotten a smartphone when my poor old dumbphone died a few weeks ago, I’m just discovering this wonderful phenomenon. What a bunch of idiots.
I’d assume it depends on the model, but not necessarily. I know there was at least once that I came home from work to find that my alarm going off (with the assumption that it had been going off all day). I assume you don’t have an on-site apartment manager? If so, this seems like exactly the sort of situation to take advantage of one.
If you figure it out, let me know. I don’t understand those people at all, either: either the “camping in an RV that’s just like a house” or the “camping in a field surrounded by other people” types.
What. I mean, seriously, WHAT. Is she actually *paying *someone (or is her former employer, university, etc. paying someone) who is literally saying that a *three-page resume *is a good thing? My god, I’ve missed my daily reminders of how much I hate people.
I have argued many a time that we can stay at a nearby hotel and still visit the very same lake or hiking trails.
Last year we stayed at a RV park right off the highway (We got to tent on a square of gravel right next to the in-laws RV). There was a lake, but our view mainly consisted of turned up dirt and big white pipes. Just down the shore was a lovely hotel on a marina. I wanted to sneak out and book a room after my husband fell asleep so badly.
I asked the in-laws.
My question was met with incomprehension and a ‘What do you mean?’ as I gestured at the mowed field with tents squashed in next to each other. Granted, the RV’s were basically just as close, RV after RV all lined up in rows.
I think it has something to do with it being an ‘appropriate family friendly’ activity. Ugh. I didn’t even smuggle in boxed wine this time.
This one is really minor. I have just replaced my fridge and I am donating the old one to a charity. A guy is bringing a truck in from the bush to pick it up and won’t be here until Sunday. He speaks with a strong Irish accent (not that I am irish bashing ).
I ask “On Sunday, will you be here morning or afternoon?”
Last month, I lost my new smart phone on a “campout” (we were sleeping in cabins, it wasn’t exactly roughing it). I tore apart the cabin, our bags, etc. looking for it to no avail. I was THOROUGH.
Once I got back to town, I sucked it up and bought a replacement. I remember joking that doing so was the one sure way to make the old phone turn up.
I’ve had the replacement phone for about three weeks; we took a trip this past week, and guess what? my wife found the “lost” phone in a super secret pocket I didn’t even know my bag HAD. How the phone got in that pocket is a complete mystery to me.
Anybody want to buy a barely used LG Quantum Windows phone?
My father and my older sister are trying to get together to do something incredibly nice for me, but which would give them power over me for years to come. There’s a huge amount of history involved, and both good and bad things about what they’re trying to do. There are a couple of reasons for me to say yes, and a boatload of reasons for me to say no.
And they want an answer within a couple of days.
Why does it seem that every time the Universe offers me an answer to one of my dreams, it has to put two scoops of shit on top and then ask me if I still want it?
Nano-rant from a coin collector: Could I please get something interesting in my change instead of Canadian coins? I have a bunch of Canadian coins and if I’m gonna get my change screwed up by a clerk I’d like to get something new. You came up with some good ones in Florida for me so more of that would be great.
Apparently these were people at a job fair or a kiosk in a mall or something. I seriously doubt anyone worth listening to would have told her that her resume was any good, because it really wasn’t. I should have realized what was going on when she prefaced her request with, “My husband doesn’t understand our industry - can you take a look at it?” What she really meant was, “My husband tells me things are wrong with my resume, but I don’t want to listen.”
I can’t find white shoes I like. Yah, yah, yah, I have enough shoes. However, white shoes don’t have much of a shelf life - you keep them for much more than a year and they’re not really white anymore - kind of grey/yellow nasty.
So I’m looking for some replacement white shoes to go with the nifty white wide leg linen trouser I just got - do you think I can find anything, anywhere? No. Everything looks like a variation on this:
Fucking delivery company. “A delivery was attempted at 10:30am yesterday.” No, it wasn’t. The driver lied. We scheduled the delivery for 8-12 yesterday morning, and it hadn’t arrived when we left at 1pm. Since the notice was left attached to the door about 3 inches above the knob, and I always lock that door by hand from the outside as I leave, I would have noticed the tag.
Now I have to call the delivery company and make some supervisor listen to some swearing, then call the winery and tell them to never use that company again, and go another couple of weeks without my wine.
If you’ve found any styles you like, but in the wrong color, try Zappos - or maybe just try there anyway. You can do a search by color, size, width, etc., and if you know the brand and style comes in white, maybe you can get a store to order them for you. I’ve done that before for navy shoes, which also seem to be hard to find for some reason (or maybe it’s just me, which is entirely possible).
Meanwhile, I wish someone could explain to me why those bondage-looking shoes in your link are so damned popular. And why so many people seem to think that wearing them with Bermuda shorts somehow magically turns their Bermuda shorts into “business dress” anywhere outside the LPGA Tour.
As to the shoe thing - I dunno. I know I think that style looks stupid with shorts, and looks even more stupid when worn by woman who can’t walk in a shoe that tall. Like, really stupid.
If you’re going to wear a 5" spike heel, you better be able to walk in it or you look like a dork.
Related: If my 6’1", 240lb, bearded self can learn to walk properly in a 5" spike heel in three months of theatre rehearsals, you have no excuse if it’s socially acceptable for you to wear heels in a non-stage context.
I’m fed up of being treated as an unpaid doorman. I don’t know if these people are just pressing every buzzer, or if they choose mine, but I suspect they choose mine - it’s the only one visible from the outer door - and some are working through the numbers from the bottom; the woman before me is never in.
Between 9am and 1pm ever day my buzzer goes roughly every half an hour and every time the dog barks and gets upset and confused. Today I was expecting a guest so had to answer it every time. Most other days I’m waiting for a package couriered from work and, while my friends will text to say they’re outside, my daughter’s mostly won’t (no credit).
I’m going to start switching the intercom off when I can, but most of the time I can’t.
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