Come live in my city: population of 45,000 and we have 11 grocery stores (that number includes Costco) and we’re about to get #12. I think #12 has a snowball’s chance in hell of being successful due to market saturation, but nobody asked me…
My mini-rant is that my kids are down to their last two weeks of school, and as usual, there is WAY too much stuff going on. I’m overwhelmed trying to keep track of it all. Of course, work decided to ramp up at the same time.
Look, you empty-headed little shits…the restaurant has its side doors locked for a reason (probably, in large part, due to the fact that it’s in the 40s outside, they aren’t doing outside service tonight, and they don’t want cold air blowing all over their other customers). While you were hammering on the restaurant’s door, I repeatedly pointed out that you could just walk in the hotel’s side door and around the corner to get to the restaurant; they very bitchily replied that the door in question has a keylock on it. Yes, it does have a key card lock…that isn’t active until 11pm. Dense bitches didn’t even try the door; they would have rather brought a wave of cold air into the restaurant. They didn’t even stay to eat; turns out they just wanted access to the hotel. :rolleyes:
Please tell me there are more lyrics to that? I have a weakness for earworms when I don’t know all the lyrics.
For some reason, none of my students wanted to hear any more than that…
(and I might have been kind of busy laughing at my own impromptu songwriting at that point)
Motherfucking goddamn shit piss cunt.
I had to arrange not to go into the office today because I have a stress-inducing doctor’s appointment I’ve been waiting around for months. I told my husband this morning, ‘‘All I want to do is get through this appointment, and go grocery shopping. If I can achieve those two things, I will consider it a success.’’
I left my purse in his motherfucking trunk yesterday.
No ID, no car or house keys, no insurance card, no wallet.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I called the clinic to see, if I Ubered over there, if they would see me. They won’t, without ID. And I can’t get in for another month. And they won’t give me a temporary prescription for birth control, so I’m about to go a month without it. I have endometriosis and a host of other hormonal problems and am dependent on this drug for mental stability.
FML.
I’d offer to cab you but I suspect by the time I got there, things will have been solved.
Now, remember: hitting pillows is OK. Hitting walls, not OK. OK?
ETA: can he send you the purse or bring it over? Maybe he’s got appointments but someone else can play messenger.
He never answers his phone. I have also now canceled the appointment so I’m pretty sure I’m boned. My only remaining option is to try to get a birth control script online.
I had a good cry and it helped clear my head.
Okay, apparently Nurx prescribes BC to women online without having to see a doctor. I can order some pills tonight once I have my insurance info and I will only have to wait 3-7 days without my meds vs. a whole month. I’m calming down now.
sends calming vibes all the way across the ocean
Got new windows put in quite a while ago, one leaked but not all the time. The guy came over an did some caulking and such and it seemed to fix it. A short time ago we had been getting a lot of rain and no leaks until one day it did. I don’t know why that day and not the others. Talk to the guy and he comes over and checks it out. Decides to crawl on the roof and look around, finds many cracked shingles in that area and beyond. I now need a new roof.