I am being (very gently) pressured to join a union. I am 100% in favor of unions in general, but since I work for the state and not in the private sector, I don’t think a union will solve our problems so much as give us new problems. My state is broke and we have not gotten a raise in a few years. Well, that isn’t the president’s fault. He is doing the best he can with what he has to work with, and I am afraid that a union would force the university to lay off other non-unionized employees. I don’t want other employees laid off because of me!
The argument seems to boil down to: “We need a raise. You deserve a raise. The cost of living is higher here than in other university towns. They have the money. They’re just spending it on stupid stuff.” Is that true? I dunno. Would a union change any of that? What’s to keep them from booting all of us and hiring new people, or re-hiring us at starting wages? “But I want a raise!” Ummm…?
Also, my financial advisor guy suggested that the state might make it worth my while to retire in 2018 when I hit 30 years. I never intended to retire before I turn 65 in 2030. What would I do with myself for the rest of my life? I really don’t want to make these decisions. I don’t know what to do and I’m really unhappy right now.
Also also my supervisor is being a bully again and I’m really unhappy right now. She has bullied two, possibly three people out of their jobs (not recently, just historically) – they quit to get away from her. She is a drama queen who takes imagined slights personally. I am a good employee so why is this happening to me?
My 2 cents: As a state employee, I think our union (that I am not a member of) is more trouble then they’re worth. As for retirement, remember that just because you retired from one place, doesn’t mean you can’t work anywhere else. Depending on your interests and hobbies, you can probably find a part time job doing something you enjoy.
I hope everyone’s housemate woes get worked out to the best for you.
Housemates suck and are so hard to deal with. Me? I’m just under stress dealing with all the Mom stuff and I snapped at the doctor receptionist today because of an appointment mix-up. Today was a gongshow between working from home when work was being stupid and mom appointments and I was just so done, so I need to apologize to her when we go in on Friday because it wasn’t really her fault.
And to top it all off, I joined a learn to run program because I feel like I need to do something for me, well my leg muscles are messed up enough that I guess I can’t truly run. I’m going to the doctor for myself for this, but I’ve been trying to do things to help as it seems my muscles are really tight and yeah. Just frustrated, I don’t want to end up like my mother with her health.
Oh and I was tired so I laid down early but I immediately felt like throwing up, so I did and now I’m sitting in the living room sipping 7up and hoping I am not getting sick because we are supposed to go have supper with long distance out of town family tomorrow night and then to the rodeo on Saturday and visit with other more local out of town family who is coming down for the weekend to say hi to the long distance out of town family.
And if that was the case I’d be all for you bringing your own sheets, and I’d await you with bed unmade. I also ask people what do they like for breakfast, and no, neither “oh, the usual” nor “cereal” are acceptable answers, I need specifics.
But in the case of my brother:
our family has never been Bring Your Own Sheets
her family has never been BYOS
when they’ve had other guests, they have not expected them to BTOS
after 15 years of marriage and two children, her mother still puts them up in SiL’s old bed - the twin. Not twins. Twin. Bro ended up on the floor so often that now he directly starts there.
I have enough beds for all of them, including a marriage bed. They are always kept made. When I remove a set of sheets to wash, on goes another set.
There are no skin sensitivities. No allergies involved except for my asthma (some soap perfumes trigger it). I’m the one who’s pickiest about clothing textures and about perfumed soap hence the all-cotton and the no-perfume soap (no softener, sun-dried sheets, and the few times any of them gets ironed no starch).
How does it make sense, when you’re already traveling in a car with two children’s seats and so much stuff there are packages between the front seats and the back seat, to add more stuff because you’re going to be spending one night at your sister’s house and “you don’t want to be a bother”? It was more work for everybody, more convenience for nobody. All they were missing to look as if they were heading to Algeciras was a mattress tied to the top of the car (for some reason, mattresses are one of the things that people from African countries bring home as presents).
Dear Monica (my co-worker, also remote, but I have to interact with her on chat during working hours, hence my whinge)…
You’re a fucken moron, a malingerer and a liar to boot. Every morning you PUT IN BIG BOLD LETTERS that you have to waddle off to down some Panadol for your terrible pain. I can set my fucken watch by your proclamation…why don’t you have Panadol on your desk FFS?
Yes, we know you suffer with epilepsy. EVERY FUCKEN DAY you tell us how much you suffer. EVERY FUCKEN DAY you beg for a Private Chat with the Team Leader to tell HER how much you are suffering. We know, we get it…
But I’m not so sure about how much you are actually suffering. I mean, you reckon you had a Grand Mal seizure during the tele-meeting last week. That was at 10.45am, yet you were back at work by 12pm. That seems quite extraordinary to me…my understanding is that you don’t bounce back from a grand-mal within an hour or two…
Oh…and when you were complaining about the terrible pain you had from the stitches in your head (after your latest seizure when you fell and cracked it open) and I suggested that the stitches themselves shouldn’t be causing any pain…maybe discomfort, probably itching, but not pain as such, and that maybe the pain was coming from some infection or something, you fucken ignored me. Oh…the stitches were removed yesterday, and you gleefully told us this morning that YOU HAD AN INFECTION. Suck it up Princess. You’re a fucken moron.
You know, it would be nice if The Housemates would actually text or call us to let us know when they’ll be here so we can help them move out their stuff…but no, all I get are links shared to my FB timeline and utter silence if either of us texts. We haven’t heard ONE word from them since they left. Have no idea where they are other than they’re “supposedly” in transit.
Anyway, this humidity can GO any time now. My poor husky boyz are doing rug imitations on the kitchen floor when they’re not panting because, of course, our main A/C decided to blow itself out when we turned it on. Thing is 30+ years old anyway and it certainly earned its keep. However, it’s a monster and I don’t even think they make A/C’s that big anymore.
At least when The Housemates move out we can take the small A/C from their room and put it in the living room…
Post to their timeline that their stuff is in the hall/porch/yard and they can pick it up at their convenience? And take the A/C back now (assuming it’s yours, yes?)
My local fucking mail service is so bad I just realized that I’ve gotten maybe one of three magazines out of the subscription to Time Magazine my dad gave me for Hanakah. Same with the copies of New York magazine I ordered last year. I hate to attack the post office but this is just fucking ridiculous. Mail goes misssing or gets lost or arrives weeks later. I order something from Amazon and it shows up two months afterwards looking as if it has been Hong Kong or the North Pole along the way. They didn’t even hold my mail last year when we were on vacation. Why is the post office around here run by morons? I feel guilty for even writing that as our local mail guy is a very nice man. Sigh.
And I misspelled it! Someday I should pay attention to the news/social feed. Maybe.
She’s making everyone else suffer from it!
My mini rant. I ran out of a med that (is supposed to) messes with my brain circuitry or whatever that is in there. On the 3rd. And when I called into CVS to get it refilled, the computer informed me that the Dr had to authorize a refill. Finally was able to pick it up today and I am so dizzy and mentally dysfunctional that I really shouldn’t have been driving to go get it. And the worst part is it’s all my fault for not paying attention, so there is no one to yell at!
You have to give the Post Office a break here. You’re probably the last person in your state to actually have a hard copy magazine delivered. There’s probably a lot of “What is this thing and what do we do with it?” whenever one shows up at the local PO.
Smart. By which I mean, completely incorrect. AARP alone delivers 67 million magazines a month. True, magazine circulation is dropping to the tune of 1% per year or so, at which rate delivered magazines might become rare indeed - in 100 years or so.
I was more puzzled by a person who apparently celebrates Hanukkah but can’t spell it (or Chanukah or Hanukah)
The last time he ran, I remember seeing ‘official’ stickers and signs that had been creatively altered to say “RuPaul”.
I feel really crappy posting this when people have real problems…but dammit, either my TV or my satellite receiver is acting up, and I’m leaning toward it being the TV. I used to turn both on with a single button on the remote. All of a sudden, this doesn’t work anymore, and results in the TV displaying “no signal” until you either disconnect and reconnect the HDMI cable, or turn both off and start over (making sure to turn the TV on first). I’ve even tried a different HDMI cable, and different inputs on the TV…nothing helps. >.<
Well, shit. Dinner was five minutes away - just added the pasta to the sauce, and was letting it cook together - when the tempered glass lid failed spectacularly. Anyone for spaghetti and meatballs with shards of glass? No? I guess it’s PB&J for dinner tonight…
A quick search tells me what five years of yeshiva did: there is no set way to spell Hanukah. I’ve seen it spelled literally a dozen different ways. It’s not like Yom Kippur or Purim where the correct spelling in English has been clearly established.
My gf made a delicious venison stew once. She got some parsley from the garden, rolled it up and snipped some into each of our bowls. In the remaining parsley she found half a stinkbug wiggling about. We each searched our bowls for a minute. I gave up and started eating; she followed a minute later.
