When we bought a Mustang in June of 2011, we were assured that their service department was el supremo, second to none, and anything less than a superb rating would be cause for their service manager to commit hari kiri. I think it was the second time my husband took his car in for service (the first time was just a scheduled maintenance) for a rear-end squeak (the car’s, not my husband’s), and they dropped the ball completely and utterly on fixing what is a known problem in Mustangs. Yeah, really impressed with your first-rate service department, guys.
hands glass of ginger ale to March4th
I, on the other hand, saw that the people with the better-sounding job couldn’t speed things up and have just accepted a job offer from a former client. I hope it’s catchy, because there are many Dopers who either need jobs, or better jobs than they have!
The transfer case on the truck went kablooey this morning. That’s $1200, plus the cost of getting it home (because naturally, it had to die while my husband was on a short road trip, and he has to be home by Sunday, and the shop can’t touch it until Tuesday.) So I’ll be without wheels next week while Tony’s in Atlanta. And this probably kills our trip to New Orleans next month, to audition for Jeopardy and to see the two oldest kids. Dammit.
Also, whatever this rash is (it looks and feels like mosquito bites, but the itchy bumps are popping up independently - I was watching last night) is driving me straight up the wall.
Hmm. Sounds like leprosy. 
I GOT THE JOB!!!
Oh, wait. This is the Pit. Right.
I GOT THE MOTHERFUCKING JOB!!!
Probably. At the rate this day is going. 
Fucking awesome! Woohoo! 
Good!
Now I just skimmed over the other thread about the commute, but is there any chance you can go to four 10 hour days at some point? That would cut your commute time and expense by 20%.
He is willing to be flexible on the hours, but since this is mostly a two-person operation, it would also affect his schedule. We agreed to try 8-4pm and see how that works out first.
I’m not sure if Wikipedia or linguistics are to blame, but I read articles for reference as I’m working on my constructed language and I’m left going ‘…were there any actual words that meant things in that?’ I’m seriously lacking in the required vocabulary.
This reminds me of a time I had to go in for a blood draw. The clinic was trying to transition to a paperless office and the transition wasn’t exactly sinking in to some employees. The clinic was upstairs; the lab was downstairs.
I went into the reception area downstairs and was told to go over to the next room, which I did. A tech comes in with her little equipment bucket and asks for my paperwork. I told her I wasn’t given any and she proceeded to get irate with me. “Why didn’t you bring your paperwork? I can’t do no blood draw without no paperwork!” Accompanied with swinging hips and pointing finger.
I walked out and went back to the reception area, where the receptionist was helping another client. I hear…approaching from the back hallway that connects the rooms…“Stupid bitch done come up in here with no paperwork…I ain’t doiin’ no blood draw without no paperwork…”
Let me add I am deathly afraid of needles. I am a difficult stick and pretty much have one vein that can be hit - and it’s not visible.
I’m almost in tears at this point as I flee upstairs to the clinic. I explain to the receptionist there what has happened and tell her there is NO possible way I am letting that woman near me with a sharp object after that. She took pity on me and had one of the nurses do my blood draw.
Anaamika, I will get a picture of Captain Morgan the next time I visit or housesit.
ETA: I am horrified by the shooting at the movie theater in Denver, but what in the world was a 1-year-old doing at a midnight movie? I am sorry for the injury to the child but damnitall that kind of parent is one of the reasons I no longer go to movie theaters.
Is it possibly you have chigger bites?
I’m stealing the coping mechanism in your 1st paragraph - thanks! And … congrats!
** gets in line with everyone else who wants to see the Captain **
I really don’t think so. First, I’m the indoorsy-est indoorsy person ever under the best of circumstances, and our hot, humid weather hasn’t encouraged me to be outdoors lately. I don’t do yard work (that’s the major benefit of having a teenage boy of my very own,) and I sure as heck don’t camp/hunt/fish/other sporty-outdoor activities. Besides, these bites (or “bites,”) started mostly on my left arm, and then spread to my back, right arm, my hands, and then my legs and ankles. My experience with chigger bites is that they are worst around the feet and ankles, so 
I’m beginning to think pustular psoriasis. I have a small spot of inverse psoriasis on my torso - been there for years - and I sometimes get little blisters on my hands and wrists that itch intensely for a couple of hours and then pretty much die down. I guess it’s time to go see the doctor… yuck.
Hmm, so lots of chiggers? 
Do you have some benadryl or something, to see if you’re having an allergic reaction?
I took two last night, and slathered on the hydrocortisone cream. And I was sleepy, dopey, and itchy. 
Okay, I’m out of ideas. Sorry about the leprosy. 
Where were the rest of the dwarves?
Still basking in the joy of this. Wow, a new job… see, someone values you and your skills!
OK, who’s next?
Dr. Girlfriend, maybe?* (see Workplace thread)*
Hell, I want to know what a three month old was doing at the movie theater.