credit unions are the best. good thing with the current state of banking.
Oh, I’m sorry abut your mom. It just doesn’t help, does it?!
(My mom is much the same way. I have learned over the years that it’s extremely scary for her to deal with anything that isn’t peaches and butterflies, and this is her way of managing something big and messy–you just pretend it’s small and well-contained, or would be if you just put your mind to it. Result: no one talks to her about difficult things. Which I suppose may be the point! Hoping you have more helpful people to talk to IRL. And of course there’s always here…as I said, “scream away”)
Hang in there. Big and messy is no fun.
Wow, some really serious and definitely not “mini” rants this month! My sympathies and best wishes to all.
Let me bring this round to the true spirit of useless trivialities! 
I’ve been using Lexar brand flash drives for a long time and have been very happy with them. I ordered half a dozen more from Amazon recently. They look just like the old ones but no longer have LED activity lights. Oh well, no big deal. Another difference is that the new model supports USB 3.
Yesterday I copied a bunch of tunes to one of them to transfer to another computer. For no particular reason, I clicked on a track to listen to it direct from the flash drive, and it played for about a minute and froze! Then it started up again, and in a bit, froze again.
Naturally, the tech nerd in me frantically tried to narrow down the problem. No, it wasn’t just that one flash drive, it was all of them of that particular model. But others work just fine. Strangely, the buggy model works fine on other computers – my Dell laptops and an older home built desktop. It’s just some strange incompatibility between this particular model of flash drive and the USB chipset on this particular desktop (a Dell Optiplex business desktop which is otherwise of impressive quality). Very strange.
I use to say that it isn’t a competition, if you hurt you should vent if it helps you. There will always be someone who have it worse. Then you can’t complain until you are dead, and then you can’t either.
Not to hijack the thread but I had no idea you could do that. The last couple of cars we’ve bought, the dealerships took care of all the paperwork with the credit union directly. Which eliminates a lot of the “finance through us!” pressure. But I didn’t know it worked the other way, that the credit union would work with the dealership on your behalf. That sounds awesome.
ETA: Forgot it was the mini rants thread. Forget what I said about hijacking. 
He should appreciate it. Part of a spouse’s job is to hear your fears and help you, even if the “help” is just to listen. It’s a privilege to be trusted enough that someone will tell you those things, so don’t see it as just being a burden, because it’s also a gift.
I consider that one of my important jobs as a husband, being someone my wife can tell anything and I’ll be supportive. Otherwise why did she marry me?
I’m three days away from a big fundraiser I’ve been working on for months. Like, this is my fundraiser- I’m in charge of it.
And, with loads still to do… I have the flu. Even if I’d been okay with the idea of potentially infecting people, it’s bad enough that I had no choice but to go home early yesterday and stay home today. I feel lousy. I’ve delegated all I can, but… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I HAVE TO go in tomorrow because there’s so much work to do, but I also definitely SHOULDN’T go in because there’s no way I’m not contagious and masks only do so much… and also, I’m not even sure I CAN go in tomorrow. I can barely stay awake for more than an hour at a time.
I guess if the past few years have taught me anything, it’s that the “you’re contagious” factor outweighs the others and I definitely don’t want to inflict anything this unpleasant on anyone else, but… I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
A true mini-rant.
The controller for Verizon FIOS sucks ROCKS. Half the time I literally cannot get the fucking TV to turn off. They’ve also got this dingus screen saver it switches to if you’ve made no changes for about 4 hours which makes things worse. Hey, FIOS, most days I want to leave the channel in place for hours on end. Quit trying to tell me what I want to do. At any rate, the days I can’t turn it off, pressing off just keeps switching me from fully on to screen saver, and it’s just maddening.
For me, the hangup has always been the ability to believe that I would have an income for an uninterrupted fifteen, thirty, or forty years into the future (or however long mortgages last).
You need to stay in bed! Seriously, you’ve laid the groundwork, you can make yourself available to text, but someone will step up and make it work, even if everything doesn’t get done as well as it would have. You’re sick. Your #1 job is to rest and heal.
I have had an absolute c#nt of a day today, traffic and weather were ok for my hour drive to the hospital, but once I got there everything turned to shit. Couldn’t find a fucking car park, finally had to just park in a disabled car park I hate doing that but there were 6 others free so I justified it to myself.
Then I wasn’t sure where to go, I followed someone through a door and it closed on me. That fucking hurt, i kept my balance - just. Ive had 3 MRI’s in the last 6 months at exactly the same place but my brain was so foggy i was lost. Of course i burst into tears as i had to confirm I’m not a covid risk at the entrance.
I was told this MRI was full eyes/brain/spine to check for more lesions and that this one was getting different angles and the full spinal cord because they didnt go below chest level last time. 2 MRI’s ago, i had to redo one because they needed contrast. Today, no contrast was ordered. This made no sense to me given the history so i asked the nurse to double check. She did and confirmed it wasnt necessary but didnt explain why.
Thankfully a different nurse helped me out of the machine and she was able to explain why no contrast was required. 2 fucking sentences was all i needed to hear to put my mind at ease!
This MRI was long and the worst one Ive had, i felt like i was being cooked. I cant handle the heat anymore, i get a headache, nausea and dizziness it sucks.
Had to pop to the shops on my way home, got hot again and almost passed out.
Then! I get a text to seen if I’d run a swimming lesson today, it’s a private cash gig that I’ve been doing over summer in a backyard pool for a mates kids and niblings. Ive already said i wont work if its less tha 26c outside andmy friend know about my diagnosis. I’m not easily offended in general but that really and truly pissed me off.
I fucking hate most of the world today.
My mother lives in a different state, so at least i only have to deal with phone calls. She’s been calling to check on me, when I told her about my plans and little contingency plans i have in place. I mentioned that i have brain fog so i have asked my landlord to text me on rent day if i havent paid by 7pm and i will instantly transfer her the money. My landlord is wonderful, she was more worried about me and making sure i have food. I assured her i have food and can afford my rent i just get really forgetful.
I told mum about that, feeling really good that i have sorted out a plan to make sure i dont miss rent. “Bells, just get a diary”. For fucks sake! I have 2 fucking diaries, 1 for gym/nutrition one for neurologist questions etc. That woman drives me fucking nuts!
Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh
Spice_Weasel, as you know my world is spinning out of control at the moment so im currently useless.
However, I am a disability support worker and I have stacks of experience with autism. Im Australian so can only help online, but I have access to lots of resources and have experience and knowledge. So, in a few weeks once I have my treatment plan in place I would be thrilled to help you if you need it.
I still remember buying my first house and being freaked out at the concept of “mortgage” and its terms. The insight that the “mort” part of “mortgage” was a reference to death (and the “gage” part means “pledge”) was not helpful. I sort of had the impression I was signing up for a lifetime of indebtedness.
As it turned out, the opposite was true. Owning my own home, and buying and selling over the years, has turned out to be very lucrative.
One more thing, I work as a disability support carer, I love my job but it’s taxing on my physical health at the moment. I have 1 client and am the main carer but we hired a 2nd so i could have a break.
The other carer has called in sick for the majority of the year so far for:
Lunar new year
Her brother’s birthday
Allergies
Period cramps
Feeling sad
University
Period cramps again
A headache
Her friend attempted suicide (said friend went to hospital, got treated and sent home to her parents. 3 days later, the carer was too sad because of this to come to work.
I sent her a message to let her know i absolutely needed her to put minor things aside for 3 days (three, not a typo THREE). I explained i was getting run down and needed to avoid getting sick so i could see my neurologist to get my MRI results. I gave her a shit sandwich (praise/problem/praise) but said that her friend is (relatively) fine now and me facing an MS diagnosis is the higher priority.
She took it well, apologised and promised to be more reliable. We worked a shift together the day after my diagnisis so we could move some furniture etc. All promises are caring about me.
2 days later, she had period pain.
Yesterday i find out im needed to work Saturday and Sunday because she has plans.
Today, she’s sick with a stomache ache.
Im fucking furious
I did it. We had a good discussion basically all evening. We are still up in the air about what our next steps are as we didn’t qualify for the program we wanted an need to scrape even more money together than we thought if we are going to do this right now. He understands my fears and promises to help assuage them as we go through the process. He also understands better what is affordable to us right now.
However, I think we are renting for at least another year.
Damn postal service. Seems someone (the addressee) has the same address as mine but is located at the other end of the very long street. That person’s address even includes an apartment number; I live in a house. So, I live at the north end of street and the addressee lives at the south end. No amount of returning the package/letter to the morons at the post office seems to help. The returned items keep showing up at my address with the same Sharpie instructions I had emblazoned on the front of the package proclaiming “the intended addressee is on the south end of the street”, “does not live here”, “return to sender”, or whatever. Now I have a package with clothing in it and what looks like may be a wedding invitation. As usual, I need to do someone else’s job because they are too stupid to do it their own damn job. I will take these items to the lobby of the apartment building where the addressee lives and leave them in the lobby. I can’t seem to contact the person even though I have their name and address! I miss the old-fashioned paper phone books were one could look up a person and contact them directly. This is really frustrating and a sad state of affairs for a government/federal service.
Have you tried searching Facebook for the name?
Next time don’t leave the mail in the lobby, leave a note with your contact information and wait for them to contact you if they want to get their mail. If they don’t reply, then go to the wedding and give the clothing as the gift.
I’m glad you have a plan in place, I hope you feel a bit better now. 
Well, your rant just saved me from dealing with them. So that’s something.