She said: “I offer the guys some items I don’t want to move, and tell them that I’ll stow that stuff on the carport until they can come get them.”
I assume they assumed the fridge was part of the “items I don’t want” package.
Shitty, shitty times, though, LM. Hey - it can only get better from here, right? … right … ?
I don’t think that’ll help matters. 
Monday last week I, uh, used my whole body to verify whether the wet floor outside the building where I work was hard enough. It was, and I got a bruise on my right knee but nothing more serious than that and no damaged clothes.
Which is the knee I put down when I go under my desk to plug in the boss’s cellphone charger? The same one I put down when I go under the desk to unplug it, the one I bang against the computer case, and the one with the bruise. I’m apparently too stupid to put down the un-bruised knee unless the bruised one is still hurting from the last hit… :smack: self!
This happens to my friends and me all of the time when it comes to wine deliveries. I’d say nine times out of ten, I’ve had to drive over clear across town to the depot to pick up my wine box. it happens too frequently for me to think it’s anything other than the driver not wanting to have to lug over the big, heavy box. I mean, it never happens with my smaller packages, even with the same shipping companies, even things that require signatures.
Delurking long enough to gripe about my morning sickness. It has been so bad this week. Monday was the worst I’ve felt without actually throwing up/having the stomach flu. This morning I felt almost normal and actually managed to get some things done. Now it’s almost 4 and I’m stuck on the couch again.
None of my tricks from my first pregnancy are working. I’m waiting for the okay from the doctor tomorrow to try anything more drastic. After 8 months trying and 2 miscarriages I’m really happy to be having what looks, so far, like a healthy pregnancy. But damn, kid, give mommy a break with the nausea.
I, on the other hand, love Codeine.
If you lose friends because of this, they were never your friends.
Well, it would have been an okay assumption except that I specifically told them more than once that I was gonna bleach out that refrigerator and put it back in the house. (Back story: landlady’s fridge quit cooling about 16 months ago. We couldn’t contact her, and couldn’t live long without a refrigerator, since we were expecting a baby within a month. So we bought a fridge, and put the old one on the carport. Mrs. J never did contact us to say what she wanted to do with the old one.)
Essentially, they were just stupid. Didn’t figure we’d be back to notice, I guess. The police report indicates that it may have been an honest mixup, but we were being nice.
Drink water - lots and lots of water.
I want to buy these in every color. Probably still not what you’re looking for with linen pants, though.
I’m just a fat transvestite
From transsexual Pennsylvania
The anti-vax contingent can drop dead preferably from a vaccine preventable disease.
My two month old had her shots this morning. Intellectually I know this was necessary and she’ll be better off as a result. She’s napping peacefully right now. But thanks to them a chunk of my brain is terribly worried I’ve ruined her life as a result.
I hope they lose their hearing from measles. I hope their gonads swell up from mumps. I hope they get paralyzed from polio, breathing problems from diphtheria, itchy rashes from chicken pox, jaundice from hep b. I hope their brains hurt from meningitis, diarrhea from rotovirus, broken ribs from pertussis and lost eyesight to smallpox.
Bastards.
You know you want some of this action. The thought of beard rubs, it…*stimulates *you.
<creepy mode=“extra”>Wear those shoes.</creepy>
Today, I ordered sandwiches for the office from the local Publix deli. After getting hung up on, ignored and generaly shitty service, I call the manager and very politely relay my experience and express disappointment. He is respectful and understanding, says he’ll look into it…that’s not my rant.
My rant is with my two co-workers whose only response is to say I really should wait until after the sandwiches are made before complaining. Never mind the valid reasons, never mind my sensible way of handling it, never mind that it benefits them because next time it won’t be such shitty service…just the mindset of “why even bother?” I’m not a child looking for a pat on the head or validation, but it’s the general attitude I’ve seen too much of lately…bitch and moan but do nothing. My co-worker will rant about Panera screwing up his order for two hours, yet never calls them. An order from Staples is missing something…more complaining, no doing. You’d think when someone actually does stand up, they’d laud it not snark.
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I took it that they weren’t so much “why even bother?” as they were “don’t complain to - and piss off - people who are about to touch your food.”
Maybe you should visit an old folk’s home - go have a chat with those people about modern childhood vaccinations. I’m pretty sure they’ll give you some good perspective. 
People like this drive me nuts. Either shit or get off the pot.
They’re scared of confrontation and they make up reasons to justify avoiding it. They desperately need to maintain the fiction that complaining will backfire in order to justify their decision to be passive. This all manifests as jealous anger at you for daring to do something they’re frightened of.
Not that I’m armchair psychoanalyzing, or anything.
Next-door neighbor, you better damn well be sure of what you’re doing before you accuse my boyfriend of breaking into your apartment last night and taking your shoebox full of $100s and $50s. Yeah, we’re short on money right now. Doesn’t mean we care about your money. Why don’t you do the radical thing and a) lock your door, b) put the money in the damn bank or something and c) ask your pothead friends who are in and out of your place at all hours about who took the money. Probably the same one of your pothead friends who stole your moped a few months back.
Damn - those are like Super Hero pumps. If you get them make sure you get matching Wonder Woman bracelets!
ka-ping! ka-ping!
In a strange Dope in the real world crossover today I got yelled at for the parking spot I chose. It wasn’t the handicapped spot, not was it the prego and small kids spot but the first “normal” parking spot. The lot was pretty full and as I drove in someone was leaving so I parked in that spot.
A very angry older woman berated me for parking there since I was “young and healthy and could walk further”*
I couldn’t help myself. I snickered and told here that there were some people she just had to meet. She was still yelling as I walked away.