Ouch. A friend had a similar but opposite situation. He was building his own home via a company that delivered everything on a strict schedule. He worked a 9 - 5 job throughout.
His basement/foundation was there and he had a truckload of gravel that was being delivered at 6 pm. He had to be there to show where he wanted the gravel (in the pit that would be his basement). The truck arrived ten minutes early and my friend was 10 minutes behind schedule due to his job.
He arrived to find the pile of gravel dumped about 40 yards from the foundation. He called everyone he knew (me included) with an SOS to come with wheel barrows and shovels. We worked for hours moving the gravel. The next morning the cement truck came to pour the basement, so there was no way to put it off.
Why not call and cancel, then order from a different company? Then sue them for the cost of your rental equipment? In a way, you are rewarding them for their incompetence, and they* know* they will get away with it.
That is a bet you would probably surely lose. I’ve never heard of a superintendent of schools being an elected position. Most are hired by the local school board, even in the largest school district in my state.
Here’s a short article that describes the process.
The California Superintendent of Public Instruction is an elected, constitutional, state executive position in the California state government. The superintendent oversees the California Department of Education and, by extension, all of the state of California’s public schools.
Psst - there’s a huge difference between the superintendent of a school district, and a State Superintendent of Schools. Just thought I would point that out to you. “The Supe” that you were referring to is for one school district.
Here’s an example from 2012, from the school district I happen to live in:
[QUOTE=San Francisco Examiner]
Richard Carranza will be the next superintendent of the San Francisco Unified School District, after the Board of Education voted unanimously Tuesday in favor of a $245,000, three-year contract for him.
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Not only is it delicious, its flatlined proof! I’ve done it again, cooked something and nothing went wrong! Hurray, there are recipes that I can do properly
(its also great for work mornings, heat up the oven while putting it together, stick it in the oven, set the timer, go get dressed and do the make-up thing, come out and stick some bread in the toaster and breakfast is ready.)
Lucky is getting worse. He’s still eating and pooping and purring, but the poor guy is so confused. He’s getting lost during the day now. When I hear him yowling his “I’m lost” yowl, I can call him and he comes running up for cuddles and purrs while complaining that I got too far away.
Poor lil dude. If he was suffering physically, I’d know when to arrange that dreaded last vet visit, but he isn’t. He’s just lost. He spends a lot of time in his room and we are learning to remember to close his door, but it seems mean to leave him alone all day like that.
Whose bright idea was it to send an oversized load on a two-lane, no-passing zones road during rush hour? I’ve a steel-toed boot I’d like to introduce their fundament to.
I pit my body. Bronchitis, period. Exhausted and sleepy. And it’s raining again.
My mom had her pacemaker/defibulator installed yesterday. I asked her if she felt like Iron Man and she just looked at me like I was insane. I blame the pain meds. My joke was funny damit!
I pit Bronchitis as well. Apparently I’ve never had it before, and all I want to do is sleep. I can sleep 10 hours and sleep again 10 minutes later. The pharmacist says yes, breathing is actually one of the more important things we do during the day. And I pit the muscles I’ve pulled in my back and sides coughing. AND I pit $93 in meds for this shit.
Once again, people, if there is a big long line of people in the transit station, you should probably ask them if it’s the line for your bus or not. Watching the line get longer and longer and then trying to walk to the front of it when the bus pulls up usually results in exactly what happened today - the people at the front of the line told you to fucking get in line.
(I was about 2/3 of the way back)
Three morons this time. All standing around looking confused, not getting in line, then deciding they need to run to the front when the bus pulled up. Nope, didn’t work.
Standing in line at WalMart behind the old lady fiddling with getting out her checkbook, wondering what is today’s date, slowly writing out the damn check and then updating her checkbook register while the line of customers is piling up in the lane and starting to shuffle and mutter under their breath and then the cashier has to scan it three times and then hand back some cash to the old lady who I’m sure wanted to chat for a few minutes more but finally got her crap in her cart and moved on. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a check but gawd it’s a slow and painful experience to watch someone else use one.
So I get my three items scanned and proceed to swipe my Visa card, but over the weekend they’ve installed Smart Card Chip readers, and if your card has a chip you have to put it in the (hidden) slot and wait for it to read the chip. Except it didn’t work. Three times. The cashier apologizes and says they’re not working all that great, takes the credit card from my hand and hand enters the digits, the expiration date and the security code from the back (twice). It took fricking longer than writing a check!
Sorry if you were behind me at WalMart, but dammit test your card readers!
And while I’m ranting, thanks Home Depot and Target for your security lapses, forcing Wells Fargo sending me a chip-enabled card, it’s all your fault.
Psycho Kitty went thru this a couple of years ago. She still gets “lost” at times, but we’d just call her and she’d figure out where we were. Until recently - now she’s pretty much deaf so I have to go present myself to her eyes so she can see me. As she’s gotten older its gotten better because she spends more time sleeping than wondering where I am. I wouldn’t worry about closing Lucky into his room because he is probably spending most of his time sleeping until you get home from work anyway!
Ah yes, stopped at the Holiday store on my way home yesterday. Guy in front of me with 4 items lets this woman with a single item in front of him.
Then she has to ask for scratch off tickets. Slowly of course.
Then she asks for cigarettes. no, not those kinds, the other ones. Left, up, other there. :smack:
Then it comes to $40.22 and she decides to dig for change. What comes out in her hand? A quarter and two pennies. Great? Nope. Spent three full minutes digging around for exact change.
:smack::smack::smack::smack::smack:
Someone was kind enough to let you in front of them because they thought you’d be quick, and you felt the need to be as slow as humanly possible in order to thank them for being stupid enough to be kind to you?
And I’m not convinced that winter has really ended here yet either…