I love this! (No, I won’t try it…)
Edited to add: I just learned via Facebook that a cousin of mine has been driving around on tires that were so worn out the steel belts were showing. She now has new tires, and loves them; she finds the whole incident amusing. :eek: The only time I have ever seen the steel components of a tire in person was when a Michelin representative showed some tire samples to the ASME section at my university.
I’ll second this rant! Oh, look, I can’t see what everyone else is looking at. Pbbbbth.
Abstinence is on Fridays only, and Sunday is a “get out of jail free” day in any case.
Lacunae Matata, those OTC meds should NOT include aspirin.
Never fear - ibuprofen it is! But thanks for the heads up.
(And I have almost survived my first night back at work. Can’t wait 'til the regulars start coming in for breakfast and asking whether they need to beat up my husband or something…
I guess I need a cute line - maybe "But you should see the other guy! 
)
It sounds like you are rational about it, Lacunae. It also sounds like you are lucky.
ShotFromGuns - Can we take a break from the man bashing on this one? I bet if I came home to Mrs. ITW and told her the story that Lacunae had, or if she had to come get me, passed out in my car after going out with friends, she would suspect the same thing Mr.Lacunae did.
Sometimes things are hard to believe, especially when drinking “could” have been involved.
Lacunae, it sounds like you are very lucky at this point.
My new favorite stand-up, Bo Burnham, has a good line for that:
“When life gives you lemons … you probably just found some lemons.” Try it as a comeback!
Sorry, I should have been more clear. You say “Excuse me” in a friendly and assertive tone as you push past them. It’s not a way of saying “Please move,” it’s a way of saying “I’m coming past you now.” If you can make eye contact and smile in a genuine sort of way as you go past, so much the better. Bonus points for a “Thanks!” if they make any effort whatsoever to move to one side.
Pictures! Pictures! 
Do you have any *green *concealer? If you put that down first, then your normal foundation, it will help cut the red/purple. (It’s what I used when I went to a wedding with a pair of spectacular bruises on my knees.)
Clearly, the internet is trying to tell you to move to the U.S. and get a Facebook account.
Having been Catholic for almost the first 20 years of my life, I am in fact aware of that. However, this dinner *is *on a Friday. Thus, “fish fry.” (Usually, fish fries are Fridays-only, even around places like here where you get them year-round and not just during Lent.)
Nothing to do with “man bashing,” which I don’t do and have never done. If it had been a wife assuming that her husband was lying about having hit his head, I’d have had the same response. However, it sounds like Lacunae’s husband wasn’t *quite *that much of an idiot, since he *did *stay up all night. (The better option would have still been to have taken her to the ER, but not much you can do about that now.)
Oh, my goodness, this temp really IS special. Our local good ol’ boy was talking about cow-tipping when he was a hoodlum kid. Being from Arizona, she’d never heard of such a thing, and he briefly explaned the concept. Her response? “Ohhh! Those poor things! You must have broken their legs!!”
How … how in blazes does tipping a cow over break its legs?
<Morbo>
Anatomy does not work that way!
</Morbo>
To be…fair?, without any personal experience and only book-and-TV-learnin’, it sure seems like the legs on large quadrupeds (and more specifically its joints) are stiffer and frailer than normal, resulting in easily-snapped bones if there’s a lot of lateral pressure.
<– Arizonan suburbanite who’s been on horses twice in his life and never seen a cow up close
Jesus! Why in the blue fuck is it so hard for my doctor’s office to understand how to fax prescriptions to my mail order pharmacy?
I fax the form over last week along with a cover sheet very simply explaining what I need my doc to do and what fax number to send the form on to.
Doctor completes the form. And they fax it back to me.
Call them back. No, I need you to fax it to the mail order place. It has to come from your office. Here’s the number. Here’s where you find the number on the form itself. Please call me to confirm when you’ve done this.
They call on Saturday morning. We faxed it!
On Tuesday I call the mail order pharmacy to see why my scripts aren’t showing up in my re-fill list. No record of receiving the fax. Can take 48 hours to get entered. Ok, no prob, I’ll check on Wednesday night.
Still not in their system. Call back to doctor’s office this morning. Can you resend it and call me to confirm you’ve done it?
“Is the fax number in Florida?”
I don’t know. Is the number you’re referring to 800-xxx-xxxx, the number I gave you three times already?
“Oh. We’ll send it there.”
Thank you. Can you please have your gal call me and confirm they’ve sent it to 800-xxx-xxxx after it’s been done?
Just got the call right now.
“So, you need what again? A prescription called in?”
:mad:
No, I need you to fax the completed form that I hope you still have to my mail order service.
“Oh, is that in Orlando?”
I. Don’t. Fucking. KNOW. I have an 800 #, same as you. The number I need you to fax it to is 800-xxx-xxxx.
“Well, that’s not the number in our system.”
No shit! I imagine that’s why my mail order location hasn’t received it! It doesn’t matter what is in your system. Could you please fax it to 800-xxx-xxxx??? Like I said in my fax cover letter? And pointed out to the nurse? And clarified for the receptionist? And clarified again this morning? AND that you just confirmed you have just now? (“Oh, do you mean 800-xxx-xxxx?”)
Oh, you can?? Great!!!
:smack:
Because people are fucking stupid. All of them. Ugh.
Last night’s leftovers included chopped red onion, and after being cooked, chilled overnight, and being re-heated, the little tasty things turn a weird blueish-purple color. Forgot about that. Doesn’t affect flavor (mmm … onion) but *bleargh *does that look unappetizing. As if eating nuked leftovers at my desk while I’m working needs more help.
Onto my real rant. I don’t talk about my father much here - my mother takes up enough space, both in post content and also rent-free in my brain, which I’m working on! - but that man is getting on my nerves. I maintain some amount of contact with him - not much, mostly enough to assuage my guilt - and now he’s just back to his same old shit. He emails me out of the blue - and then texts me to tell me he’s emailed me! - to ask me to meet him. I respond nicely letting him know that shit has blown the fuck up here at work (expletives deleted, in his version, but this here’s the Pit!) what with new projects being dumped in our lap, the person who did our billing getting fired, etc. etc, we’re all working extra hours and taking short lunch breaks so this isn’t a good time and blah blah. Someone who spent decades at a middle-management corporate job should know the drill. I added that if this was something time-sensitive we could discuss by email?
He counters by emailing me - and then texting me to let me know he emailed! - with an offer for *another *time this week, or … Sunday, my one real day off. No word yet of WHY he needs to see me, in person, and why it’s soooo damn urgent. :rolleyes:
Old man, you’re walkin’ a thin fucking line here. Do you simply not realize that you should be a wee smidge grateful I haven’t blocked your fucking email address yet? That I’m willing to SPEAK TO YOU?!?!
It’s a gorgeous spring day and I’m trapped at a mindless repetitive job and I can’t even enjoy the sunshine on my drive to and from work because I’m so busy being PISSED OFF AT THIS JACKASS WHO SPAWNED ME!
There are not enough :rolleyes: and :mad: to go around. Fuck this nonsense.
@**Shot from Guns **- You got that right. And another thing, I’ve had three incidents of supposed customer service people interrupting and talking right over me this week. That drives me fucking nuts. Especially when they go on to prove that they aren’t fucking listening!
::nods in recognition::
Yeah, I know that guy, too. Big ball of insecurity (acknowledge me! acknowledge me!) combined with a need to yank your chain and control you (but I’m going to make you work for it! work for it!).
Oh, he’s yanked this specific chain before, numerous times. That’s why I’m on such a short fuse - I have no patience left anymore for this particular brand of horseshit. At least now I’m older/wiser/experienced/cynical enough to recognize the pattern.
Sitting here at work late for the third day in a row because some fucker who lives[d] across the street from me decided to freak out and kill a cop after car jacking half the town. Now the whole freakin’ neighborhood is on police-lockdown and I can’t get to my house. They let me through the day before only after searching my car, told me if I went in I wasn’t coming out, and wouldn’t let my downstairs neighbor through at all (he is a sketchy looking pothead, to be fair). A neighbor just facebooked me to say he’s hearing lots of gunshots and sirens in the area. I moved out here in the country to get away from stuff like this. Sheesh.
Guess I’ll go bum around downtown for a few hours.
Fair enough, I am a little sensitive due to all the “men are caveman-like buffoons” type advertising and such lately.
Amen. Yet people are still saying it in movies and TV and music, causing countless others to believe this crap without even thinking about how illogical it is.
Reminds me of a college marketing slogan: Dream it, Be it. :rolleyes:
Hell, I could dream all day of becoming a professional football player, but I am a petite middle-aged chick who lacks the physical requirements for that particular job. I am never going to Be It no matter how hard I may try.
I’m inclined to agree with an international student who wrote the following in his essay: “Anything is impossible.” 
Yeah, but it happens so often the other way too, I’ll find something cool on youtube, link it to my friends, and they can’t see it cos they’re in America.
No way, man! That’s just wrong!