Can you talk to the people who run the employment initiative?
California Central Valley. Pretty much the same thing in the summertime.
I’m looking at at 100’s every day this week (110 heat index) with a chance of showers and thunderstorms Thursday. Guess I’ll be packing my machete to cut the humidity.
This. You mention having discussed this with a social worker (presumably a state or county employee) who appears to be aware of the situation. Does she have a take on why this kind of abuse is permitted? At least in California, the state offers incentives to employers who participate in initiatives such as this. One would expect that such incentives give the state an interest in discourage the type of behavior the hospitals are engaging in.
Ugh. I feel this. Now that I’m the manager of my department in a retirement home, I have to have a talk with one of my subordinates - a young, developmentally-disabled woman. That she can’t “hang out” in our residents’ rooms when she’s off-duty. This started before I became the manager. She befriended one of the residents, and visited with her, but now it’s gotten to the point where the resident is complaining, because my subordinate doesn’t understand that “visiting” doesn’t mean playing on the resident’s computer and poking into her personal stuff. So I have to tell her that she can’t “hang out” in her friend’s apartment. 
They won’t close because of old Tupperware? Idiots. That is free Tupperware.
Unless they’re the kind of people who won’t touch anything used, in which case I would like to remind them they are buying a used house.
We have a few intellectually-disabled employees at my work. I wouldn’t say they’re treated like ghosts, but we’re discouraged from engaging with them because they’re easily derailed from their duties. For instance, one of them goes around the store and returns different items to different aisles. Everyone is told not to talk with him unless you ask him to do something because, if you do, he’ll stop and chat with you and everyone else for the rest of his shift.
So, we (family of four) are in the midst of getting ready to temporarily move across the country for 6 months for my husband’s sabbatical. We are leaving in less than a week. We are moving into an unfurnished apartment, so we are trying to bring as much stuff as we can with us, either in the minivan or by shipping. We also have tenants coming in to our house so we are moving most of our personal belongings into the garage. It’s a shit-ton of work and I’m not sure how we are going to get it all done in time.
So why in the name of Og did my husband spend most of the weekend ripping mp3s from his CD collection?? Really?? There are so many other more important things that need doing. I didn’t say anything because after many years of marriage I have learned to pick my battles. So I will bitch about it on here instead. 
DO NOT PASS MY FOUR YEAR OLD’S DAUGHTER’S SCHOOL BUS!
When that yellow pole is out front, don’t fucking pass. i don’t give a shit if you’re on the slightly other side of my residential side street.
DO NOT PASS MY FOUR YEAR OLD’S DAUGHTER’S SCHOOL BUS.
She was nearly run over. I was too busy having a near heart attack to get the asshole’s license plate.
Ugh. Third time in two weeks I’ve seen some selfish, thoughtless, jackass prick speed past her bus.
My husband was approved for SSDI on his first try. The whole process took about eight months, and he got a lump sum check from the time he applied. Hopefully once you convince Tony to apply, he’ll be approved on the first try as well.
We’re in California, so before that he got a years’ worth of State Disability Insurance payments, which helped a lot. And I was still working, until I got laid off, and then it was a struggle. We did have help from his parents, bless them. Husband’s disability is genetic, not work-related, so at least we didn’t have to deal with work comp.
104 by Thursday down here in Houston, but is ok, it will only be 81F over night
Where is the Too Fucking Hot and Humid emoticon.
Dear people choosing to have children
When you want to treat them like shit, keep in mind that someday they may be taking care of you.
And they will remember.
So when you start treating them like shit again as adults, they’ll do what they couldn’t do as kids.
They’ll walk the fuck away.
My landlord sent me an email about renewing the lease and said I could either do a year at a $25 increase or two years at a $50 increase. Why would the two-year contract cost me more in the long run? Does he want me to pick the one-year contract? Why would he want that, isn’t a longer lease more beneficial to him? So, does he want to get rid of me then? I know my rent is lower than market, but not super-exceptionally so. And I’m always on time and never cause complaints. I’m on month-to-month now so if he wanted to get rid of me a month-to-month seems like a better choice to keep me on. So what the heck?!
It has of course been an hour since I asked for a little clarification and in the meantime my mind is running crazy with doubts. Wow does having my living situation called into question cause a lot of anxious thoughts. I keep trying to explain to myself that it is probably nothing, but it’s not really working.
^That’s fucked up.
The Comcastic adventure continues. We drove the ~2 hours down to our apartment to meet with the rewire guy, who called me in the middle of our original 2 hour window to say he was still at his first job, so could he meet me that afternoon? Sure, whatever. What else can I say, really. He was almost an hour late for the new time and, like the last guy, immediately said he can’t help me because he needed WRITTEN approval from my landlord before he could work… yeah, nice of anyone to mention that detail. Until then everyone had been perfectly fine with the verbal approval he’d given me. As he looked around and we continued to discuss what needed to be done, I started to get the strong feeling he wouldn’t have been prepared to actually do the work that day anyway.
The only potential upside to any of this is he can supposedly do the service “install” as well, so once I reschedule with him I can schedule the service appointment and he’ll snag the work order and do it the same day. I have zero hope that it will actually happen, but hey maybe I’ll actually get to live in my own home in a week. We’ve now paid 2 months rent for a place we still can’t live in. Whee!
Oh well, this is certainly a lesson learned for next time… never again will I trust a landlord that assures me things will be just fine. From chatting with a fellow resident, even the apartments that are already wired can’t get anyone to provide service. At least we’ve gotten Comcast to agree to work with us, so I guess that’s something.
The word for the day is “Dashcam”
You know education is in a sad state when the schools can’t even provide fucking *pencils *to their students. The Seasonal Charity at my workplace is a third-grade class at one of the local schools. This is the same list that the parents of the students are getting.
gets out rocking chair and Granny Clampett outfit
Back in my day all we really needed to provide for our third-grade class was a Trapper Keeper and loose-leaf paper for personal use. If we needed a pencil, there was a cup on the teacher’s desk full of 'em. We didn’t need to bring our own scissors or glue sticks or crayons or sticky notes or construction paper or tissues or hand sanitizer! (Okay, that last hadn’t been invented when I was in school last century, but still.) Nowadays the students are lucky to have a fucking chair to sit in! For now. Maybe next year they’ll expect the parents to provide those too.
I’m glad to help out the kids, but this shit is stupid! I’m surprised at this point the schools even have a building the way the state keeps cutting education funding!
The school supply list for my kindergarten daughter:
1 Book bag (no rolling) large enough for a folder
Change of clothes (labeled in large Ziploc bag)
4 Boxes Crayola crayons (2-8 count & 2-16 count)
1 pack of washable Crayola markers
12 small glue sticks & 2 packs of jumbo glue sticks
2 Boxes of tissues
Clorox Wipes & baby wipes
Blunt tip Scissors
Small Kinder rest mat (tri-fold; red/blue)
1 Box of #2 pencils
1 pack of hi-polymer erasers (Pentel)
1 Bottle of hand sanitizer
Ziploc bags (boys-quart and girls-gallon)
2 packs of copy paper (1 white & 1 color)
It’s a little ridiculous that kids have to supply teachers with copy paper and cleaning supplies, but I get it. If parents can’t supply them, they either come out of the teacher’s pocket, or they’re not available. Several years ago, before my cousin came to her senses and changed professions, she was allotted 500 sheets of copy paper per year - as a middle school social sciences teacher. If you figure 5 classes per day, each with 25 students, the school system allowed 4 pieces of paper per student for the entire 180-day school year!
Thanks to some generous folks here, I was able to get the entire list (except that the erasers aren’t the brand specified, because WTF?) plus a bit extra, since I know that there will be some parents in any classroom who aren’t able to afford the list, or can’t be bothered to read it. Teachers make little enough here to have to worry about spending their hard-earned money on school supplies.
(But, if we’re having the “back in my day” convo, when I went to school - first grade, 1975-76 - we did have to supply our own pencils, paper, crayons, etc.)
I must know. Why do the girls and the boys need different-sized Ziploc bags?
Because the classroom needs both sizes, and that’s an arbitrary way to get both.