I’d have been doing the Monty Python Holy Grail rabbit sketch.
Big pointy teeth!
Yesterday was my birthday. I was having a fine one until my brother called up to give me his best wishes, and mentioned that his roommate was moving out. I jokingly offered him one of my cats so he wouldn’t be alone, and he told me that he’s already up to about sixteen cats. He lives out in the woods and is always semi-supporting a feral colony as well as his own pets. I asked if he could trap them and take them to the shelter, and he says, “Nah, that would take a lot of trips…I’m thinking of just dropping some of them in nice neighborhoods like yours.” I said, “You can’t do that, they’ll die!” He just says, “Oh, they’re pretty tough.” I asked if he was going to keep any of them, and if they were fixed. “I’ll probably keep four…two of them are fixed and two aren’t.” :smack:
I guess I’ve got to get involved in the euthanasia of a bunch of cats now (despite my husband, who was mouthing “NO” as he listened to my side of the conversation). Just fucking peachy.
People like that should be trapped, spayed/neutered and released in strange neighborhoods.
… preferably one that’s a bit on the coyote-infested side.
Seems euthanasia of these folks would be the simplest thing, but I know more would always come along to take their places. :mad:
My neighbors have a dog. The dog jumps on, chases, bites, etc. the kids at my property. It also shits all over the place. As the property manager, it’s my job (by extension, my 10 year old’s job…) to clean it up. Because I’ve talked to the tenants at the house, as well as the homeowner from whom they rent, and nothing has changed, we’ve decided that the best place for their dog’s shit is in their driveway.
I called the non-emergency sheriff’s department last week. I was basically given permission to shoot the dog should I feel as though I need to “defend my property” but that the department wouldn’t actually do anything about the nuisance. Then I called the city administrator like “Hey, WTF?” because law enforcement is sort of their job and I’m fairly certain we have, at the very least, an ordinance against unrestrained pets that should prevent the need to discharge a firearm against a fucking PUPPY in the middle of town. Yep, sure do. So I called the actual office of the Sheriff himself today and now, apparently, someone will come and talk to the neighbors about the specifics of the city’s laws re: pets and maybe I’ll put my arsenal away and we can all go about our business.
When I asked the deputy I spoke with this morning why the last person I spoke with just said to shoot it but that they (the department) wouldn’t do anything he was like, “Uhh, of course you have to do whatever you have to do to keep yourself and your children safe…” And I was like, “Dude, it’s a puppy. I just don’t want it to shit on my grass anymore.”
I kind of wish somebody would give me permission to shoot the owners, though. It’s really their fault anyway.
How is that going to take fewer trips than bringing them to a shelter?
That, plus the “nice neighborhoods like yours” part, make me hope he was just winding me up a little.
My family doctor (at the clinic down the hill - a 20 minute walk away) had to retire last year. There is a doctor at this clinic who is taking on the old doctor’s patients for his practice. For some reason the clinic missed switching my husband and me to the new doctor, so now I’m playing catch-up, trying to get us into his practice. I just spent 15 minutes on the phone, waiting to find out that I can’t make any appointment with him because August is fully booked, and they can’t take bookings any further in the future - she told me to call again on August 26th to make an appointment. I can’t see the doctor yet, because they have to do an intake interview first.
I guess it’s going to be continue to go to the walk-in clinic, which usually has a two to four hour wait time. I tried to go yesterday, but at 3:15, they had stopped taking names for walk-in patients because they had enough for the rest of the day (they’re open until 9:00 pm).
The best part? Whenever we go see a doctor for any kind of healthcare, their first question is, “Do you have a family doctor?” and then they give us a hard time for not having a family doctor. THERE ARE NO FREAKING FAMILY DOCTORS TAKING PATIENTS, YOU ASSHOLES! Next time I get the usual speech, I’m yelling that at the jerk giving me the speech.
Disclaimer: Universal healthcare is good, but this is definitely one of the downsides of it.
In response to complaints like this Ontario created Healthcare Connect. I couldn’t find anything similar on the AHCIP site but it might be worth a call to them to see if they have a list.
Stupid goddamn phone! What is it that, when I am nursing Lil’ Neville or changing her diaper, compels somebody to dial my phone number? It’s the land-line phone, so there ensues a mad dash to find a phone (bonus aside rant: honey, why can’t you put the phone back when you are done with it?) and answer it before the answering machine does. And it’s almost never someone I want to talk to- usually some asshole trying to sell us shit we do not want. I’m beginning to understand why so many people drop their land lines…
What I don’t understand is why you drop everything and run to the phone?
You have an answering machine. Can’t you hear the caller? Back in the days when I had a land-line, for pretty much my entire life I screened all my calls through the answering machine. My friends and family knew that when they heard the beep, start talking, and if I was there, I’d pick up. If I was busy/in the can/hands full, I’d call them back as soon as I could.
Now repeat after me;
“The Telephone is a Tool that exists for my convenience.
When it stops being convenient, I stop using it.”
Word. My business phone is the landline in my apartment and even I won’t make special effort to answer it. If I’m busy, I’m busy. If you leave a message, I’ll call you back when I’m done being busy.
We’ve tried the list thing; the doctors fill up before you can even call. We found our previous family doctor by putting in our names as the clinic was being built - you basically luck into a family doctor here.
Ok, this is annoying as all fuck. I’m on a blood pressure med since Monday. I have a tester, I know I’ve used it since I’ve been in this apartment, but I can’t find the damned thing. I’m not going to buy a new one.
Oh yeah, that was for Moonlitherial (don’t mean to be short with you - we’re just frustrated with the whole system here).
Last Wednesday I had an all-day meeting. The second time my cell rang I switched it off. Amazingly enough, the coworker who had a sort of urgent question for me found himself able to walk downstairs and ask it; the people calling about a job suddenly discovered they had my email. Sometimes I wonder why don’t I just switch it off… oh yes, because sometimes I are further away from coworkers with questions and they can’t just walk on over. But yeah, a phone should be a convenient tether, not a hangman’s rope.
I don’t even know whether I’m ranting, because I don’t know whether I’m mad, or disappointed, or disgusted, or what. Girl 1.0 (age 21,) along with her best friend, got arrested for shoplifting yesterday. Apparently they were taking items from one Walmart, and returning to a different one to get gift cards to buy gas or whatever. And apparently, this isn’t the first time they’ve done so - just the first time they’ve been caught.
The Girl knows that stealing is wrong, even if it’s from a “giant Evil Corporation,” but she made a crappy choice and now must face the consequences. And I’m very disappointed in her. Especially since she knows I’d have fronted her a few dollars for gas until pay day.
The thing that’s edging me over from “disappointed” to “pissed off,” though, is how every fucking thing that goes wrong in her life is someone else’s fault, never hers. Always an excuse - “K is disabled and has a child, and she needed grocery money.” “I’m broke because my psycho ex drained my accounts.” (Why did you ever give him access, and why did he still have access a month after the breakup?) “But Daddy [with whom she’s living, rent-free, while getting back on her feet] has plenty of money to buy all kinds of crap he doesn’t really need!” (Not the point. That’s not your money. And the reason you don’t ask him, or your grandmother, or your aunt for a loan is that you’ve exhausted their goodwill by your fiscal irresponsibility. And she’s probably singing a similar chorus on the other end: “Mom is buying a house and all kinds of crap she doesn’t need. Why can’t she help me out? Waaaahhh!”)
1.0 is currently in default on her student loans, her car loan - for a car she no longer has, owes for at least two medical bills, and has had more jobs in the past year than most folks have in 5 years. (Whenever she gets a job, things are hunky dory for a few weeks, and then she gets all Know-It-All - “I could do so much better than my boss. I can’t believe I haven’t been promoted. Etc.” Since moving home a month ago, she has taken and quit one job, and got hired for two more Monday… and then got arrested on Wednesday.) And now she is facing restitution and court costs and fines and whatever for this arrest. Honestly, I have the funds to help her a bit right now, but I won’t. She needs to learn this lesson - make your own decisions, live with the consequences. I don’t foresee this ending well, especially after her father (inevitably) learns about the arrest.
I’ve been in a pissy mood for about a week and have no clue why. I SHOULDN’T be in a pissy mood- I have nothing to be pissy about. But geez, have I had a hair-trigger. I’ve been annoyed with my coworkers, frustrated with various aspects of my job, furious at not being able to get more sleep during the week, and angry that I have all sorts of decorative stuff to put up at my house, but no time or real inclination to do it… and it makes not sense at all to me why I’m reacting this way. Today was the worst… I intentionally kicked (gently, but still) a kid’s rolling suitcase on the Metro escalator because he and his siblings blocked the entire escalator (instead of standing on one side and leaving one side open for people to walk down) despite multiple people (and their parents) telling them to move over. When he took his sweet time moving out of the way at the bottom of the escalator and I needed to get to the platform quickly to catch my train, I caught the bottom of his suitcase with my boot and shifted it (and correspondingly him) out of the way. Didn’t even break stride to do it, nor did I apologize. Indeed, I came >thisclose< to ball tapping the guy behind me who kept loudly saying TO ME “Excuse me.” I had to take a deep breath and gesture before saying “We’re kinda stuck here.” He’s lucky he was in uniform, or I might not have been so restrained. What the hell is wrong with me???
And the title of this thread annoys the holy hell out of me. I think it’s puerile and stupid and not in keeping with the grand tradition of mini rants thread titles being clever and amusingly punnish. I demand that we have a better title next month.
Sorry, it’s 5:23 and the best I can come up with is “Au Gust had to tell you guys about it,” which kind of sounds more like the monthly version of the MMP.