Gently mentions that this is a mini-rant thread. She will elaborate if she wants, but probably doesn’t want to have it going through her head again.
How about dead rattle snakes on your doorstep? I didn’t notice that they wern’t moving until I had screamed myself silly, ran inside and called my boss to tell her that I wouldn’t be at work because I couldn’t leave my house. My ferals do love me.
I’ve never understood why dental insurance is not part of health insurance. There is a proven link between bad teeth and heart problems.
OK, the idiot bar brawl story. Many of you are too smart to know this, but fights break out really fast in some bars. Our roadhouse doesn’t serve drinks in bottles or glasses due to this problem. Yeah…its a dive…but its OUR dive.
My club has problems with a different club. The roadhouse is a no fighting zone, but sometimes things happen. I got up to powder my nose and saw that one of my friends got sucker punched by someone from that other club. While I know I should have just grabbed the beers and hid under the table, my first response was to help my friend.
My active duty Marine Recon friend, who is big and buff and is trained to fight.
I jumped on the other club guy’s back, wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbed him by the hair and punched him in the side of the head 3 times. BIF! POW! BANG! OWEOWEOWE!!! It didn’t work nearly as well as it does in the movies.:smack:
The next thing that happened was that one of my friends grabbed me and tossed me towards the door while wading into the fight. I scampered out, started my bike and rode a couple of blocks down the road to wait for my friends.
Friends came over for dinner and brought pizza. “The best pizza in town!” they said. I wasn’t really impressed, personally. My son said he didn’t want to eat it because the crust was too thick and hard for him to eat. She started laughing at him out loud and said, “What are you talking about … too hard? My two year old can eat it just fine!” He is a very sensitive little guy, and could sense the derision in her voice. He looked like he was ready to cry. It doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it hurt his feelings. I told her that he absolutely hates being compared to other kids.
To be pedantic, Avarie537 never said she’d said she wasn’t impressed out loud, just that it was her opinion. Her son (apparently) didn’t say anything about the taste, either, he just said it was hard to eat because the crust was too thick.
Frankly, for a 6-year-old, even if he *had *said he didn’t like how it tasted, I’d have given him a bye. And making fun of him was, at best, insensitive. Hell, at 6 he’s probably getting his adult teeth, so maybe his mouth was sore. I’ve had pizzas that were hard to chew and made my mouth hurt, too, and I’ve had my adult teeth for years.
I would like to know why, at work, the mindless drivel of vapid co-workers can be clearly heard, even over music I’ve put on in my office specifically to drown her out. :rolleyes:
Note to self: You know when BIL says “Oh it’s about a 2 hr drive” that 4 hours later you will be arriving at your destination so really, this is at least partially your fault. On the plus side he let his wife provide directions this time so at least it wasn’t 4 hrs of driving + 2 hrs of being completely lost. Also on the plus side their new cottage is gorgeous, the weather was beautiful and we managed to not drown the dog when he fell in the lake.
However 7.5 hours of driving for 2 hour of sitting by the lake is not a good return on time invested. Next time it’s gotta be at least a couple of days for us to make the trip.
The dog thing was funny though in hindsight. He was very cautiously investigating the edge of the dock when his sister shouldered him into the lake. Fortunately they were still in harnesses and leashed because we had to drag his head above water while he completely failed to swim. Got him over to the steps and had to walk in to lead him out and for the rest of the afternoon he eyed both the edge of the dock and his sister with constant suspicion.
The drive home with wet dog smell was less amusing.
Just got an email from my boss, directed at myself and 5 other co-workers. We are getting ready to release what amounts to a new version of a program in August. Everything should be about done, but the gist of her e-mail was ‘Get on the test system and try everything you can think of.’
Because, you know, that’s such an orderly and logical way to go about testing software. Fuck me, there are are dozens and dozens of forms, dozens of transactions, a hundred fields that may act differently depending on the form.
No one ever said out loud that they didn’t like the pizza. He just said the crust was too thick and hard for him to eat.
After they left, I talked to him about it and told him that I didn’t like what she’d said to him either, and that it was kind of mean and thoughtless, and that he needed to remember how that felt when he made fun of/mocked his little brother.
It’s kind of a piece of the overall puzzle, though … we have VERY different parenting styles, and while I don’t have a problem with someone correcting my kids if they’re misbehaving and I don’t see it, I DO have an issue when she tries to correct them while I’m standing right there. She’s an odd one, in other ways.
Cats, there are 5 - count 'em, 5 - litterboxes in your suite. They all use the same brand of litter. Why must you all use the same two boxes? It makes it much harder for Mom to scoop them.
Scooping litterboxes for 7 cats is an entire 'nother rant, but since I brought it on myself by adopting all the fuzzy little heathens I’ll shut up.
Oh, yes - there is a two car garage worth of linoleum in here; why must you hork up hairballs on the crib quilt? I get tired of doing cat laundry and having to run a clean cycle on the machine…
Shit. I have ants in my car. Little teeny, tiny black wood ants. My son must have inadvertently set his backpack on an ant hill last night while waiting outside for me to pick him up. As a result, by the time I arrived at my daughter’s daycare to pick her up, too, there was a seething mass of swarming little ants centered smack dab in the middle of my from passenger seat right under his backpack. I’m glad I didn’t notice until after I got to daycare because it freaked me out to no end. So I spent about 20 minutes crushing ant bodies until my fingers were covered with them. I checked his bag and, as expected, they were everywhere. They almost coated the inside bottom of his bag - looked like they had entered through two rips in the bottom. Gah.
Fuck you, Virgin Mobile. My phone died last week, so I got a new one. Today, the new one died in the exact same manner. Twenty minutes with tech support didn’t finish the issue, so on hold for another ten, then -another- tech support who has me GO THROUGH THE SAME PROCESS, which, surprise, doesn’t magically fix it. Hold for another ten. Third tech support at least gives me some new options… Which still don’t work. So, the decision is sent up the chain of command… Who will get back to me within the next 24 to 72 hours. Yep. Within the next few days I should sit by the phone, breathlessly waiting to see if they can give me the same advice -again-, or if there’s actually a fix to the problem. If the later, why couldn’t they just have it in the freakin’ script that the others read me? So friggin’ angry right now.
So I booked a small part in a feature film that’s shooting this month. Great, right? The thing is, between having to make a total of three ten-hour round trips from Dallas to San Antonio (audition, table read, shooting day), I’m out far more money for gas, motel, food, and a couple of audiobooks than I’m going to earn. Maybe I shouldn’t have even submitted for it, but it’s been so long since anyone offered me a paid part in a movie I just couldn’t resist. Sigh… at least a) it’s a good credit for my resume, and b) some of that stuff is tax deductible.
I would also like to pre-emptively say “shut it” to those of you who are about to accuse me of stealth-bragging. 'Cause, you know, when you call me on it, it totally ruins the “stealth” part.
ISTM that if it’s just a matter of the cats refusing to use any but those two specific cat boxes, you could make your life easier by jettisoning the other three.
Super minor, but it’s starting to grate. The new guy says the city weird. I can’t even say it’s wrong - it’s so tiny that I’d have to pull out IPA, but it’s weird. And he since he makes a ton of calls to vendors and says ‘I’m New Guy at Company in City’ I hear it a dozen times a day. And it grates.
