Dude missed the
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To make my list o’ pre-existing conditions complete, I’m being tested for primary immunodeficiency.
Yeah, people are NOW normally dx’ed with that when they’re 4 to 10 years old, but immunodeficiency diagnosis wasn’t a thing when I was a kid in 1970. I was “sickly” and got multiple cases of pneumonia and sinus infections and UTIs and other weird shit because I was asthmatic, which caused “weak lungs”.
Thank you for the concern but the only danger I was in was of melting while walking from an overly AC’d building to my hot car. I was in Phx for 2 weeks of the worse training I’ve ever had. The Goodwin fire was over a hundred miles away.
At one point, I rented a truck and loaded it up with hay and pet food* to take to the evac center, but even then all traffic was stopped at Cordes Junction and routed up the I17 to the 169 bypass which came out on the other side of the danger zone.
*very, VERY cheap hay and pet food btw. I told the clerk what I was doing and asked for suggestions as to what kind of hay to buy and gave him the size of truck I had to work with. He went to the manager and I left with a moving truck stuffed full of animal food for $100.00. I don’t know how much hay costs, but I am very familiar with the price of cat and dog food and I know that I had more than that in the kibble that was stuffed into the cab with me.
None of my friends lost their homes. One of them sent me some pics of his home and you can clearly see that the helicopters had dropped bucket loads of water on it because everything outside a pretty clear circle was burned.
My BFF was cleared to go home on Thursday, but is going to stay where she is until all the excitement is over. Probably a good idea, trying to move 3 horses through the traffic of the holiday weekend during the Worlds Oldest Rodeo doesn’t sound like much fun.
"On June 14, the company said its own investigation found that a magnitude-2.8 earthquake struck Mankato just seven seconds after it set off 4,580 pounds of charge at its limestone and sand quarry, which is within city limits. The determination was made by Ivan Wong of Lettis Consultants International, who was hired by Jordan Sands. His calculations put the epicenter of the quake 1.6 miles to the quarry’s south and about 2 to 3 miles below ground.
The company’s report concluded that the earthquake was not caused by quarry blasting, that the quake would have happened eventually, and that the chance of more quakes is low."
In other words;
“So, um, we investigated this local quake that happened seven seconds after our 2 ton blast and, um, it is totally unconnected. Just a coincidence. Trust us on this.”
BULLSHIT.
Man, I’ve just missed a couple of accidents.
On Father’s Day, I was on my way home when an Ambulance overtook me just before an accident scene. Some dummy had apparently tried to shoot across a 45 zone winding road right in front of someone, got broadsided at full speed and rolled. There was only one police officer on the scene at the time I passed. SUV that was hit was on its side, roof completely caved in, horrific impact on the passenger door visible.
Didn’t see it in the news at all, even with a search for it, so I presume no one was greatly injured.
Just came in from my deck, about a half hour after hearing a lot of talk and “are you alright?”. A man who turned out to be very drunk was riding his bike on that road (35 mph zone, fairly busy) in the dark, and got clipped by a hit-and-run driver.
My bacon bbq burger was so messy I went through about ten napkins and then had to go wash my hands.
I took a week-long staycation, which is now over, and I don’t feel any better. I am still having major sleep disturbances, upset stomach, hot flashes, nausea, and emotional chaos including anxiety about the coming week. Most of today was straight-up anhedonia, not able to enjoy anything I did, and then at the end I cried, and my husband put my feet in his lap and played with his phone while I wept. :dubious:
It’s really unlike him. He apologized, and I’m too tired to be angry, but shit. It’s not like I cry a whole lot over real things in my life. When I do, it’s usually because there’s heavy shit going down. And there is. I’m tryng to deal head-on with this trauma, there is heavy shit going down and I’m scared I’m going to fall apart. I took the break from work to try to avoid a nervous breakdown, but I’m not really confident I succeeded. As I said to my distracted husband, ‘‘It’s always the same old shit.’’
I wouldn’t say I’m suicidal, but I definitely want out of life.
Random pointless rant.
I mentally scheduled all the things I have to do Monday (03 July). The list is getting long with random crap. I am almost ready to go to bed and I decided to check the local news - the Monday edition of the local newspaper should be online by 9pm Sunday - and… nothing. Huh?
Dammit, the 3rd is a public holiday here (Cayman). It’s Constitution Day. So I can’t get most of my shit done. And cannot push to Tuesday or Wednesday since those days are full of medical appointments and tests. Vacation ends and I am back to work for Thursday. Then minor surgical procedure Friday will put me out of commission for a few more days. Not sure when I can get this stuff done.
Hang in there, Spice Weasel! Not knowing exactly what’s going on, I’m not going to offer you any advice, but I hope everything turns out ok.
My grandmother isn’t doing well, and my mother is taking care of her, and there’s very little I can do to help as I live in a different state and can’t take time off work right now. My uncle is involved, but he also doesn’t live that close so he can’t help on a day-to-day basis. I feel useless.
I fell off my office chair when the castor wheel broke, I landed on a cable protector which was adjacent to my desk.
I broke five ribs, I had intercostal nerve blocks but am now at the stage when the local anesthesia is wearing off and the steroid part has yet to fully kick in. Off work, overseas and lost the company their 27 million man-hours lost time accident free record.
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Jesus! :eek: What a crazy stupid freak accident. I hear broken ribs are the worst. I hope you recover quickly.
My boss is retiring. I wanted his job. He wanted me to have his job. I’ve got nothing but glowing reviews and feedback for years. I manage $50 million in various products and projects. I am good at my job and people like me- whether they are above me, below me, or peers.
I’m not getting the job because my boss’ boss “doesn’t want to try and find someone else who can do the very esoteric stuff you do”
Well, fuck you because you’re going to have to. I’ve had three unsolicited offers in the last two years. Either you’re full of shit and you don’t think I’m good, or you’re happy to cast me aside for your own convenience. Either way, I am out.
A lot of management types get this very strange blind spot where they basically start assuming that they own their employees and don’t have to take into account the employee’s career desires. Then they’re shocked when they lose a valuable employee who they knew was unhappy. Good luck on finding a new job, OldOlds, and hopefully your new bosses respect you a lot more.
Announce yourself to your new boss immediately. “Hi, Boss, I’m a Doper!” You will be regarded as such a valuable asset, they will call Security at once!
''Hi honey, I’m home! What did you do today?"
‘‘Mostly Doping.’’
Also, since ‘‘straight dope’’ is such an outdated phrase, I pretty much have to qualify with everyone I talk to that it’s not related to marijuana. Gotta love those ‘‘Detroit Area Dopefest’’ signs sitting on the restaurant table!
It’s a strange reality we inhabit.
I believe at our last Twin Cities dopefest, the table was reserved under ‘Cecil Adams’.
I believe you, or course.
I believe you are a successful real estate investor. I get that you want to ‘give back’. I have no problem believing that you want to find a trainee and pay that trainee 120K per year.
The fact that you wrote this in magic marker on a piece of cardboard and nailed it to a telephone sealed it for me.
It’s July on the East Coast and here comes Jennshark’s Annual Summer Rant:
I hate humid with the hate of a zillion burning humid suns. I’ve lived here for 11 years and will never, ever, acclimate to the humidity – it’s like living in a fucking dryer with wet clothes tumbling around. Despite frequent showers, I feel perpetually greasy and mentally irritated. I’m from the Western states and there really is something to the old saw that dry heat isn’t as hot :mad: (Though I feel for my poor brother in Tuscon. 117 degrees?!)
Is there such thing as Summer Affective Disorder? I can’t wait for winter!
Stay out of Gainesville, Florida. I lived there for a year, and Jesus God. You can’t even go outside in the summer. I once crossed the parking lot with a single sheet of paper. The paper was drenched by the time I got to my car. It’s true that the Winters in Florida are lovely, but you lose an entire season no matter what. 
Florida. Winter Haven. The climate of Calcutta with the extra benefit of rotting grapefruit incense.