Fire alarm went off in the hotel I’m in. Now I’m sitting out in the cold waiting for the fire department to clear it. There was smoke in the stairwell so not a false alarm.
So much for sleep.
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Sadly yes - after every single meeting with her, I’d send follow up notes outlining what we discussed and what we agreed needed to happen with “due by” dates. Without fail, the directions were rarely to never followed and, if they were, the work product was provided late or required such extensive re-work that it was late.
The budget was just one example. I think the only reason they moved her to a new team was to preserve the organization’s head count.
My new mini rant is sales teams who sign shit with no understanding of the downstream implications. For example, don’t agree to adhere to certain regulations that DO NOT APPLY TO YOUR CLIENT. Also, do not agree to change a system for a whole fucking enterprise with more than one million users for one small client with about 25. Especially when the reason the client wants it changed is because you did a phenomenally shitty job explaining the system and if they understood it, they wouldn’t have their knickers in a twist. If you need help explaining it BEFORE you sign something, tell me and I’ll be on the fucking phone in five minutes. But don’t sign something, demand changes and tell me, “I can’t just tell them we won’t do it,” when I refuse. You can. It’s actually pretty simple. I just did it.
At an airport you never know a person’s story, perhaps a service animal is making it possible for an adult to fly for the first time in their life and take the trip of their dreams. Perhaps people getting on planes are moving, or spending half the year as snowbirds or something. But having flown for the first time in years a week ago I am getting the impression we have moved passed the exceptions and now people are bringing animals on planes as an accessory of sorts. All these little toy canines in purses staring at me wondering why the hell they’re there reminds me of those animal shelter commercials with just less mud and emaciation.
People are the worst.
If it is humanly possible to speak to an actual living entity at California EDD, I have yet to figure out the right magic spell to get through an impenetrable phone menu. One could get the impression they’re actively trying to block PFL claimants.
Oh, those EDDs blockin’ dem PFLs. It’s enough to make the SDMB go FUBAR on their LSMFT!
(But, really, whatever it is you’re upset at, we are too!)
nm, döppelposte.
So, there’s SNAFU, FUMTU, TARFU, FUBB, and FUBAR, in order of how much shit is being fucked up. Is there anything beyond FUBAR? Whatever that is, I’m sure that would be an adequate description of the Chump administration.
Our power company did something shady with their billing, got caught and sanctioned. This resulted in the affected customers receiving a $25 check in the mail. Seriously? I can understand sending paper checks to folks who are no longer customers, but to send them to millions of active customers instead of crediting their bills just seems stupid and inefficient.
My Mom-in-Law said her lady’s club was going to start encouraging people to buy children’s books at yard sales or thrift stores and then leave them where children might be waiting. Her example was laundromats or covered bus stops.
I have a friend who works at a food stamp office, we go out to lunch every couple of weeks. I like yard sales and thrift stores, and also have an interest in living in an educated society. Giving books to children is always a good thing in my mind, so I totally bought into MiL’s idea and showed up at the food stamp office a week ago with a handful of very gently used (all the pages were there, no stickers, stains, writing or tears) children’s books. Of course, as this was a government office, the donated books have to be found worthy of being handed to bored poor children.
Today my friend called me and said she had the books to return to me. Apparently, bored poor children at food stamp offices deserve NEW books, not thrift store garbage. Oddly enough, the food bank was happy to get them.
I wonder what their opinion of library books might be?
The huge company I work for is about to undergo severe cost-cutting, and I feel certain that I’ll be among the culled. I’m not scared of being laid off, but the wait is killing me. Everything I’m working on is a waste of time. I feel like I’m just killing time in purgatory.
The alarm cat has gone off every 20 minutes for the last two-plus hours. I think he’s broken.
Lord knows, I’m about to be.
I’ve been applying to law schools. Unfortunately, my LSAT makes me a natural fit for schools ranked somewhere in the high-teens to low-twenties, which in and of itself is not bad, except we don’t have a single such school in my home state. The flagship public law school is ranked 15th and should be only a slight reach for me (my score is a point below the median for the school, but well above the 25th percentile), but they more so than even some of the more competitive schools seem to draw a hard line at the median LSAT score, and then only sparingly admit beneath that line.
Now, I do believe other elements of my application (GPA and unique background) are strong enough to maybe get me into that limited sub-median group, but it’s just kind of frustrating that a score one point below the median for this particular school might as well (based on my interpretation of the very tightly packed 50th and 75th percentile scores and the much wider range for the 25th percentile score) be five points below. The self-reported scatter plot data available from third party websites seems to confirm this, and I gather it is due in part to the emphasis that law school rankings tend to focus on median, vice average scores.
What has prompted this rant specifically, though, is that while I applied for binding early decision to the school in question (I really, really want to reestablish my roots in my home state after spending almost 14 years on active duty military service, to include 7 years overseas), I recently learned that I was… not rejected, not wait listed, but deferred. Decision deferred for regular decision. Which means that while I could still theoretically be accepted outright, it may well be that I get to wait three more months just to find out I’ve been waitlisted. Which means then I’ll get to wait an indeterminate amount of time before I get (probably) rejected after that.
So, I guess this rant is that, say Vanderbilt, or… Boston University, or… Emory aren’t located in Texas. Nope, I had to get stranded in a law school desert for anything in a range between #16 and #40 (inclusive).
Did a photo shoot over the weekend. Went to lunch beforehand with a few of the other photogs, including a FOAFOAF who is a professional photog, weddings, portraits, that sorta thing. At lunch she’s complaining about others stealing her ideas, copying her props & undercutting her fee for portraits.
Fast forward to the shoot & I need to wait a bit as she’s shooting down the long hallway. No biggie. When she’s done & says I can walk down there I say what about this idea. My idea, I’m the ‘model’ in the photo. She gets it all wrong so I tell her how to set it up (long exposure settings). I thought about doing it on my camera but we’ve had this connection of lunch & her camera is already setup & in position; it’ll be quicker if it’s done on her camera (it was both nearing the end of the shoot & now we’re holding up other photogs). The final shots come out good & she says she’ll send them to me.
Both my friend & I have emailed her; no response. Now she’s posted the pics on Farcebook & they got picked up by the place that we were shooting at. No credit whatsoever to me. My idea, I’m the model, my settings but physically taken on the camera of someone who was just complaining about others stealing their work. :mad: Not frickin’ cool. At all!
I’m very tempted to join FB just to bitch her out, but then I’ll never see those photos.
Fucking kidney disease. I usually come off dialysis feeling fine, no problems, and hungry for dinner. Last night when I was coming off the machine, I felt light headed, nauseous, and tossing my cookies. Didn’t wanna eat and wanted to go right to bed. Luckily I made it home without tossing my lunch on the van. I spent all night sleeping fitfully and trying not to empty the rest of my stomach. This almost never happens, the last time I felt that sick was about 13 months ago. I’m fine now, ate breakfast and lunch and feeling much better. But last night was a rough night.
Did they pull too much? How was your BP?
Yeah, they pulled too much. They were going for 4½ liters . I usually can take off 5 liters, no problem, but it was my third day in a row of dialysis. I was in for a short session on Tuesday, as well as my regular Monday and Wednesday sessions. I don’t remember my exact BP. I believe it went into the 70s, but it was over 100 when they took me off.
I’m having the same fun.
There is going to be a ‘come to Jesus’ talk the next time I see any of the MD’s scurrying around the floor–yesterday, it took an hour to get me out of the chair, all because they are chasing a mythical ‘dry weight’. THEN they get their panties in a square knot because they have to put a half litre of saline back to get my systolic up to 100. Yes, I know my mass is going up, but that is from insulin, and trying to turn me into a raisin won’t fix that issue. It will be an interesting talk.
I’ve had cats for over 50 years, and I have NEVER had a cat that was a jerk. Just sayin’.
Those were imposter cats.
5 liters? Damn! I could never do more than 3, otherwise BP would tank and I would cramp horrifically. I hope you’re feeling better today!
The Vorlon - I had to have that conversation MANY times with every new tech (along with where to cannulate so I was not in excruciating pain the entire run). When I first started, I didn’t have fluid restrictions, which confused them greatly - PKD can be a bit of a different beast to deal with. Finally escalated into a stern discussion with the manager and the nephrologist - whose body is this? NOT YOURS. Who knows what this body can handle? NOT YOU. I know what I’ve eaten, drank, and what my physical activity has been. Your dry weight number is what makes it easy for your techs to “set it and forget it”, but I know what my body needs.
I wish you best of luck!!