You will be assimilated.
That counts as Cruelty, it’s a sin under “you shall not kill”. Also as Courting Suicide, against the same, and (if your state has the death penalty), as Leading Others Into Temptation Which May Cause Their Death. Boy, your family sure is giving that commandment a whipping!
Dunnow, why is it so fucking hard for many IT Agents to understand that a scanned pdf is a facsimile, that fax stands for facsimile, or that email is good for contacting people to ask whether we’re available, and not only for us to send them our CVs?
Re: “be all you want to be”. My go-to example of someone who wouldn’t be able to achieve a specific objective no matter how hard (s)he worked or how much (s)he wanted it is me and becoming an NBA player. Recently, the guy in the next desk po-pooed that, giving me an example of someone who played in the NBA and was “short”.
First, that short guy had several inches on me. Second, does the NBA take female players now? I wasn’t sure whether to question his logical processes or his eyesight (in the end, I asked whether the NBA accepts female players - he still hasn’t answered).
I think I’d try to avoid having an argument like that - he’s arguing from a position of stupidity, and I’m not sure there’s anything you can say to not make it a waste of your time.
It’s not that I don’t think people should maximize their potential, either - “Be all that you can be” is fine by me. “Try to be things that you can’t physically possibly be” isn’t.
Oh, weather - why must you hate me so? It’s technically spring now - why am I still shovelling my sidewalk every day, driving on slippery roads, and looking out my window at white everywhere?
In the Aaaarmy o/~
Dear motorists who think I should be riding my bike on the sidewalk:
STFU
You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. If you’re a fat old fart in a gas-guzzling mega-SUV, you DEFINITELY have no moral authority to tell ME to ride on the sidewalk.
Srsly, just STFU and let me ride my bike. I ride far to the right EXCEPT when it’s safer for me to take the lane. I’m sorry if that slows you down for 5 seconds. Honking at me will NOT help. Neither will shouting.
Just STFU. Please.
Jeezopete. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with traffic today. I got honked at & shouted at more than I have in the last 3 months put together.
Maybe it’s the pollen.
Dear asshole sitting across from me at the service station:
What the hell makes you think some random stranger will agree with your political opinions? How fucking self centered are you? You deserve the response I gave you. Stop glaring at me like a petulant child, or I’ll fucking well spank you like one.
Back to the pets in motels blow up - I have found what might be justification for charging extra up front to everyone with pets (tho I would still never stay in a place that did that). Went to walk Dodger in the designated pet area, which has poop bags right there, and there were big piles all over the place. Now granted, this is Bozeman in the winter but there was enough area without snow on it to easily see the poop yet no one felt the need to walk three steps to get a bag. So I picked up a bunch while waiting for Dodger to do his thing. I’d like to put up a sign “Hey morons, pick up after your dog! They even provide bags for you!! You are making us responsible owners look bad!!!”
I wonder if this place has a printer…
Hey, you’re an accomplished dog handler. Get Dodger to pee the message in the snow…
Er, that would be a lot of pee… 
Also in that thread:
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I’m willing to concede that I’ve lost my mind, but I thought it was just water weight.
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I’m not kewl enough to have a signature here, so girl, I just want you to know: the above is now scrawled on a Post-It and pinned to my bulletin board.
Oh, oops - silly me. I didn’t post a mini rant. How rude of me! I apologize profusely for my poor manners, and will immediately and humbly submit the following:
I gotta meet up with my father for lunch. Man’s kind of an ass under the best of circumstances. Prediction: he will spend the entire hour in an uninterruptable monologue about the mundate and pointless details of his everyday existence until I finally start tapping my watch and muttering about not losing my job, and which point he’ll spend a few minutes berating me about my mother and my unwillingness to so much as speak to her or call her after she’s had surgery, since I’m supposed to swallow any shit she flings at me because we’re faaaaaaamily.
Then, I have to go to the DMV. Which will probably be more fun and relaxing.
Well, the biggest problem is my friend. He’s the one with the dog, and he’s also the one with a more limited budget for housing.
“Well, ditch the friend and get your own place, then!” is the obvious solution, and I agree, I’ve been looking for 1-bedrooms as well, but problem is, I can afford to pay more than him, but still not as much as it costs to rent a 1-bedroom in this freakin’ town.
If I lived with him (well, any roommate) my rent would probably be (based on the average I see on craigslist) 20-25% of my monthly income (not including any utilities.) If I lived by myself, it would be 40-50% (I’m not even including the ultra-expensive ones in determining this average.) Yeah, 1-bedrooms are almost universally the same price as the 2-bedroom in this area…it’s absurd.
And of course I’d be on the hook for 100% of the utilities, not 50% (yeah, electricity and gas would be less, but internet and/or cable is the same for 1 person or 20…I could ditch cable, but not internet.) Could I financially make it work? Maybe…I have several other financial obligations that also must be paid (car loan, car insurance, student loans, cell phone, food, etc…) and I’d prefer not to have to make so many sacrifices to make it work.
And seeing as I don’t know anyone else who is looking to move to a new place, and I have had very bad luck with random craigslist roommates, I’m in quite the pickle.
Oh, and did I mention that because of my job, I barely have any time to even look at apartments? Working whole weeks out of town, and into the late evening when not out of town, and then gone for two whole weeks for training in April leaves very little time to even look at places that might be a good place to live! Couple that with having to give 30 days notice at my current place leaves the whole timing aspect F-ed in the A.
Gah!! :mad:
If he does that, start eating the food off his plate. Snatching his french fries would be acceptable, but just reaching across the table with your fork and spearing a chicken croquette, even if it doesn’t throw him off his stride, would be awesome.
Is your current roomie not doing anything to assist with this housing search? If that’s the case, then the argument for ditching is even stronger.
Start looking for a family in a house with a single room for rent. At the same time, start pricing public storage units for your stuff. Realistically, it might be a good idea to put moving into your own apartment on hold for a while.
I dropped off a prescription at the local pharmacy, and was told I needed to update my insurance card with them. No, new card didn’t work, you have a prescription card now.
Huh? Oh, ok, I knew we had a new provider for mail-order prescriptions; I guess they’re handling all of them. So where’s my card?
Searching my papers at home just turned up the fax prescription/prescriptions-by-mail form and cover letter. OK, I guess I’ll see if their website will let me print a new card. I need my ID number… I’ll call the phone number from the letter and ask for my number.
gives personal info, gets ID number
plugs info into website, gets told that number is bogus
WTF? I check with my coworker who’s on the same plan, and the ID numbers aren’t the same format or length.
Call back. Given same #. When I protest, she says that’s what she has and to call Customer Service if I need more help. Wait… so what was I just calling? (It looks like it’s a promo center for their fax prescription service. Why didn’t they list a customer service number too?)
Ask my coworker for the Customer Service number off the back of her card. I call and give my info, and she asks if I have a Federal Government plan. Uh, no - I tell her the name of the hospital I work for. A short delay later and she comes up with the right plan name. Then she confirms my mailing address and says my street name was spelled wrong, so I spell it carefully. She apologizes, saying she’s sending me replacement cards.
I hang up, and look at the letter from them. The street name is spelled right.
Now I’m left wondering if I really was listed under the wrong plan in the first place, and what my street name is now listed as. I’m a little worried about calling back, as I’m not sure what might get changed if I do.
I’m making a mental note to not use their prescriptions-by-mail service. Just in case.
I have one prescription that I get monthly by mail, and I had a huge snafu with the address, involving UPS delivering $3000 worth of perishable medication to a house a few blocks away. My address is of the form 2600 163rd Place NE (not my real address), and they had correctly sent me stuff for several months. A CS rep then “corrected” it to 2600 160 Third Place Street. Now whenever one of them acts like they might change my address, I tell them, “I’m not trying to insult you, but I’ve had problems with my address with you guys in the past. It is spelled two-six-zero-zero-space-one-six-three-r-d-space…”
Damn you, Pepz Pizza! First you run out of your yummy yummy Alfredo sauce, so I can’t have that on my pizza instead of marinara. Then when I try to order it half-and-half style (vegetarian on one side; meat on the other) you try to charge for two extra toppings!
Cancel the frickin’ pizza, I’ll do something else for dinner.
But seriously, what kind of pizza place won’t let you order your pizza half-half without charging extra for it?
P.S. You still beat the national chains hands down, but I’m mad about this!
I don’t actually live with him right now. We are both in housing situations we need to get out of for similar reasons (terrible roommates being top on the list for both of us,) sp we decided to move in together.
I know it’s always a gamble living with friends and involving money, but in my experience I’ve had worse luck living with strangers.
And the whole “renting a room and living with a family” is too similar to my current situation. Although she’s not the owner of the house, the roommate I pay rent to essentially acts as a ‘property manager’ for the place and as such, sort of dictates everything. And she has a young child that I figured would be no dig deal to live with, but is turning out to be more of a hassle than I thought, so I have no strong desire to get in a situation that’s even more like that.
I know I’ll have to make some kind of compromises, but it really annoys me that I have to do that, when I have several friends in other geographic areas that have no problem finding affordable, decent apartments in the location they want and don’t have to may any compromises.
Um Big, Giant Specialty Medical Practice,
Do you know WHY my blood pressure is up?
Because you don’t offer weekend or even later afternoon hours. The post office is open on Saturdays. The bank has Saturday office hours. My daughter’s pediatric practice has evening hours three days a week and hours on Saturday morning. Even I work on Sundays. I’ve never run into a medical practice where office hours are restricted to between 8:30 and 4 pm on weekdays and you can’t even get an appointment without at least a week’s notice.
Screw you.