Man, that sucks. Getting old - not for the faint of heart.
Not to try to one-up you or anything - you just reminded me of my husband’s last grandparent being in the emergency room again. He has COPD and congestive heart failure, and now they suspect that he has developed pneumonia. He’s in his mid-to-late 80’s, so this stuff is bound to start happening, but damn. He might recover from this and go on for another couple of years, but it’s not looking good right now. He’s such a nice old fella - I hope it doesn’t sound too heartless to say that I hope he dies quickly and painlessly in his sleep without suffering too much first.
Last weekend I went to my bank and deposited a check for a bit over $800 into my savings account and, since I haven’t worked out an issue I’m having logging onto the online banking yet (I set it up 4 years ago and never used it, and haven’t been able to log in), asked them to transfer $5,000 from my checking account to my savings account at the same bank. No problem, they said. They gave me receipts for both transactions, and I went on my way. Thankfully, both are still in my car.
I’d taken out enough cash that I didn’t go back to the bank, or check my balance, again until yesterday. My balance between the two accounts is now 5k less than it should be. Where the hell did they send my money? They took it out of the right checking account, but then…? The branch ATM I hit yesterday was weird, so I’d hoped that it just was wonky, but I checked the balance at a branch I visit on the way home and it’s still not there.
My phone, in as an extra cherry on top of this clusterfuck, isn’t working right either, so I can’t spend hours on the phone. Meaning I can’t do anything about this until tomorrow. Of course, only if I can leave early given the stupid bank took away Sunday hours and closes at 5 most weekdays.
Someone please tell me this will work out okay, and the teller didn’t really permanently disappear five thousand dollars on me.
The worst part of it is that I only opened a savings account late November because the bank insisted after the Target breech that my money would be “safer” if it didn’t all live in my checking account. If it was in my checking account it’d still be there instead of being either in someone else’s account or out in the ether, dammit all. :smack:
Good lord. Our drunken parents have their own pool in the back yard, so at least they aren’t taking over a community pool. Haven’t staggered down the middle of the street yet either.
We have eight, four of each sex, born 5/3. They are sooooo cute!
So, United Healthcare sends a letter today, informing me that they will no longer cover Vicodin as of July 1. I just got a refill, so they will not cover another refill prior to that date. Meaning that I have to get a hold of my rheumatologist (not easy) to get an RX for something else, then wean off the Vicodin and start the new stuff and hope it works. In 28 days.
Crap. I guess I’d better open that latest letter from United in case it’s something similar! (But then, all of Tony’s current meds except allopurinol are covered by workers compensation, so… it’s probably just some kind of bullshit.)
That’s not cold or heartless, its what someone who cares would think. Heck, we euth our old sick pets because we love them, not because we are tired of bothering with them. Well…most of us do.
Its going to be OK. You have the receipts AND banks have many systems to keep track of the money. The teller didn’t permanently disappear your money. Once you are able to contact the bank, and I’d do it in person, they will get it straightened out very quickly.
Even if the money went to someone else’s account and they instantly noticed and took it out, the bank will give your money back and then go after the person who had it.
Its going to be OK.
I was honestly wondering the same thing…because kittens are pretty single minded when it comes to nursing as well.
Wait, what? Your insurance isn’t going to cover one of the most common pain meds around? That just sucks.
Congrats on the pups. I know that I should be the last one asking for pics…but please?
We have new neighbors. A very tall man, an Asian looking and sounding wife and a cute as can be little blond girl who looks to be about 3. I’m only mentioning race because I’m not sure how the little cutie happened, but its not my business.
Anyhow, I met them today because they had the windows open and the little cutie learned that if she went into an empty room and SCREAMED her screams would echo. I was outside when it happened and I honestly thought that someone was dying, so ran over to see if I could do anything to help.
The parents were mortified and promised that it would never happen again. I understand that they were in the process of moving, so I wasn’t mad. I was just afraid that someone had fallen down the stairs or something.
It’s hard to be totally hard to get since the husband of the couple works with my boyfriend, but I’ve been pretty hands-off since February. My boyfriend is way more up-front than I am; he’s point-blank asked the husband if something is wrong, but he always gets the vague “puppy house training/can’t leave puppy or kids alone/puppypuppypuppypuppyyouknowhowitis” response. But then he checks in on FB from the gun range, or the gym, or has friends thanking him for putting them up for the night on their drive through town, and it all seems so disingenuous.
The wife is taking the kids to the beach for two weeks, leaving the hubby alone. I guess we’ll see if he’s more open to coming over then (puppy will be almost 8 months at that point); if so, we’ll know the problem is more with the wife. If not- well, it was nice hanging with them while it lasted.
I think I’m engaged in some sort of cold war / stalemate with my roommate, regarding dishes. There are things that have been in the sink for as long as I can remember.
I normally eat a late lunch, so I don’t cook when I get home, preferring to snack a bit before going to bed, so, outside of a few spoons (used to mix drinks) none of those dirty dishes are due to my activities, yet I’m sure that he’s wanting me to do the dishes, since he did it the last time.
On behalf of a neighbor and good friend who is currently sick as a dog from stage four breast cancer treatments, I hope this sick fuck really does get cancer.
We went to visit him today; he apparently has only 30% heart function at this point. His doctors are giving him a couple of months to live; his daughters are not really sharing this information with him. On the one hand, I kind of understand that, and on the other, I’m not really sure that’s up to them. He has one daughter basically in charge of all his health stuff - it could be that he just doesn’t want to know.
I agree with you, he should be informed in case he has stuff he still needs to take care of. But, if he doesn’t want to know, I can sure understand that as well.
About a month ago, we had to have a very painful talk with Bill’s mom. She’s in her 80’s and her health is going downhill pretty quickly. She doesn’t have a will, there are no instructions as what she wants done with her stuff or her body. This isn’t fair to Bill because we want to follow her wishes and we don’t know what they are, except that she wants to be buried next to her husband. She does own that plot, but what about her stuff? What about her house? Does she want a service?
She did listen to us and she did agree to talk to Bill’s lawyer about it, but she cancelled the appointment he made for her.
In other news, I have kittens. The mama, who has been fixed and returned to the owner, was a real floozy. 1 shorthair calico, 1 long hair black, 1 long hair white, a shorthair grey and a long hair ginger boy.
Curlcoat…all I can say is AWWWW!!! And thank you so much!
You are a fucking sleazebag of the worst kind. Added to that, you’re a brown-nosed shit-licker of the worst kind too. Oh, and you’re a hypocrite, a cunty-cunt and an arsehole!
I’m participating in a writing competition on another site. Since I can’t complain over there without having to deal with OMGDRAMA I’m going to do it here.
You say you don’t like the topics that the Evil Overlord has given us. You say you had to look it up on Google to find out the definition? Guess what? The rest of us did too. The rest of us are over here in the comments section of the work room post brainstorming ideas on how we can interpret it and put our own individual spins on it. But here y’all come complaining that you hate this topic because you can’t immediately think of something to bang out on your keyboard. Hang on, let me call the waaahmbulance because you had to use your brain for five minutes! Perhaps you should join the discussion on ways to deal with writer’s block and then you might be able to come up with something. But no, you want to stamp your feet and complain because the Evil Overlord (who has stated he’s picked out all the topics for this competition months ago and isn’t about to change his mind) isn’t doing what you want him to do.
Oh, but you’re not going to drop out because you’re “invested” in the competition. So you’re just going to sit here and take over all the brainstorming discussions with your whining because you weren’t immediately struck by the lightning bolt of inspiration. :rolleyes:
You know what? Neither was I at first. But I did something you haven’t. I took some advice from the writer’s block discussion and did some freewriting. I took a walk and let my subconscious work on it for a while. I came away from that with gasp an idea that I can turn into a story! Now, granted, I’m coming at this from a different angle as I have a Continuing Epic that has emerged over the course of the competition, so I have a framework to put it into. But even so, I’m not wasting my creative energy whining about things I can’t change and don’t like and I’m working with them because I’ve learned that the world doesn’t always conform to my standards.
So please, go over to the coffeemaker and brew yourself a hot cup of STFU and stop taking over the comments with your petty complaints.
pant pant Thanks for letting me vent. Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest I can go back to writing my damn story so I can get it posted before the deadline.
Part one: I’m tired. Baby is not eating well at daycare. She started fussing at her bottle last week and had a full meltdown on Monday. She’ll take an ounce or so at a time from one bottle type but our efforts to find something she would take better have come up short. So she comes home from daycare ravenous. This means I get to park on the chair and nurse for hours until she’s had her fill. Nothing else is getting done so I have to stay up late when she’s finally in bed to get things done. My husband is actually being helpful but there are certain things, like showering, that he just can’t do for me.
Part two: I need to do laundry. Right now, leaving the house is difficult. But I must because our beautiful, in building, apartment owned, coin operated dryers are not operational. And they haven’t been for two weeks. What’s wrong with them, you ask? Too damn full of quarters. No one is waiting for parts or a new dryer to arrive to fix it. We are just waiting for the apartment people to finally check their messages, get off their asses, and empty the coin receiver. In the meantime, I have to come home from a long day at work, load up the laundry, take it to the laundromat, and start the machines before Baby wakes up and cries for food. Then, when she inevitably does, I get to nurse a fussy, squirmy baby while attempting to keep my boob covers so I don’t scandalize anyone.
Part three: I’ve started hating my job. I realized that when I found out I was pregnant, I was forever changing my career path. I’m an engineer, I do projects and I used to travel to do those projects. While I hate the actual traveling part, I loved he work I did. I can’t do that wonderful work without traveling. So, now, I’m reduced to data entry and “running” things I have little real control over. And I hate it. But I can’t quit because I make the majority of the money in my family. We can’t live without my income.
Finally, part four: I can’t stop talking about my baby. I’m listening to myself trying to talk to my friends at work and I find myself gravitating toward Baby. In the back of my mind, I’m pleading with myself to shut up, to talk about anything else, but it takes until I’m ten minutes into a lecture on the complexities of baby poop before my mouth finally closes. I’m suddenly boring and self centered and I hate it.
United Airlines. I’d like to send them a nice big fat Fuck you!
Back story; downloaded their app a month or so ago to my ipad and tried to book tickets for this coming November. Got as far as putting in my credit card info and it locked up (or something - screen said ‘can’t do that’ and then sent me back to the cc info page) After three attempts I gave up but then had an uneasy feeling and checked my bank/cc account and sure enough - three pending charges (@ 2,000.00+ each - these are NOT cheap flights) on the cc. An hour on the phone later I at least had my tickets (only one set, thankyouverymuch) booked and only two of the pending charges on my cc (they did finally go away after 5 business days). United is not at the top of my hit parade, to say the least.
So… just got an email from the friends that we’re traveling with. She saw an article in the news saying that United was cancelling flights from our local airport to Newark (our ‘via’ airport) as of September. Hmmm. Nothing from United, of course. She contacted them and after an hour and a half on the phone managed to rebook on a flight one day earlier going down and one day later coming back. That means an overnight stay in Newark (oh yay) both ways. And means two extra vacation days my husband will be forced to take :mad:
Okay…so shit happens and plans have to change.
What really pisses me off is that United had no intention of notifying us of the cancelled flights. They told my friend that we would have to contact them to make arrangements. WTfeckityfuck?!?! Were we supposed to find out about this when we showed up on the day of our original flight?
I hates them. If there is any possible way of booking with another airline and still making it to our destination at some sort of reasonable hour I’ll do it in a heartbeat. There wasn’t then. Time to search and see if there is now.
Up all night with a toothache. At the point where it was an hour till I had to get up & go to work, it decided to shut up & let me sleep. A lousy hour’s rest before I have to deal with customers all day? Methinks not. Called in sick & made an appointment at the dentist. Goodbye tooth & thanks for (chewing) all the fish. You will join my Gallbladder on the list of “body parts that were too troublesome to keep”. slalexan You can tell me about the baby. Even baby poop is ok
The mama, who has been fixed and returned to the owner, was a real floozy. 1 shorthair calico, 1 long hair black, 1 long hair white, a shorthair grey and a long hair ginger boy.
