It isn’t making the singing noise that it normally makes when she puts it in her ear.
I agree. It sucks.
Ugh, and now I’m sick and have a fever. This week sucks.
Fucking inbred goat felching tea party legislators have fucked over the entire state. :mad: And what they’ve done to the state’s teachers is particularly nasty. Hell, we have other states coming in to snap up our teachers, and prominent university teaching programs are reporting significant drops in enrollment. But our governor and legislators are far more concerned about the possibility of men in dresses using the ladies’ room than they are about a mass teacher exodus. (Yes, really.)
Oh, and they’ve decided to start slapping taxes on a variety of services – the labor for car repair, for starters – while reducing corporate tax rates. :smack: They also decided to officially ignore climate change a few years back. (That little gem actually became law – without signature – under Bev Perdue, a Democrat notable for freaking out over the possibility of hard liquor sales in stores like Walmart because the children might see it.) But on the plus side, um…let’s see…Raleigh still has a pro-hockey team, and we have two Whole Foods stores (three if you count the one in Cary). Yay?
Personally, I’m looking to move out…I managed to make it through three rounds of interviews with a company in Vermont late last year, so at least I’m getting noticed.
Yup. I just posted in February’s thread, wondering why it’s been dormant. Hur DURRRR!
Mrs. Magill is excited that Cary is getting a Wegman’s. Me? I just want to eat Char-grill and go to Cloo’s.
Mmm, Char-grill! Cook Out was more popular with my friends when I was in college, but I always thought Char-grill’s burgers were a bit thicker, and their fries more potatoey.
Except she didn’t come with her husband last Friday, she’s here today.
I give up, there is no point in having ethics any more. I shall quit paying income tax, quit paying my credit cards, run right out and buy a house I cannot afford and do whatever I want no matter who it affects, because (apparently) I deserve it by (apparently) having been born.
There’s always someone around to pay for it all, right?
Are you a litigant on Judge Judy?
A little cryptic, curlcoat. Half the fun of reading the minirants threads comes from being able to commiserate with our fellow Dopers.
Hope all is going adequately well for you and yours.
No, I’ve never seen that show. Are they getting things they really haven’t earned?
Oh, it’s just my reaction to day time TV ads. Call here and you won’t have to pay 90% of what you owe the IRS. Call here and you won’t have to pay 90% of what you owe on your credit cards. Call here and you can refinance that house you bought with 0 down and a huge balloon payment. Call here and we’ll take care of all of the medical needs of the child you had knowing you carry for a serious genetic disability and had no hope of covering youself.
It doesn’t pay to be responsible.
Do you know what I absolutely needed while dealing with what is most likely the Single Most Obnoxious And Ridiculous Mortgage Obtaining Process in History?*
For some jackhole in Dublin, Ireland to hack my PayPal account, which is linked to my checking account. That is exactly what I needed!
Fortunately, I found this out because PayPal’s fraud prevention people were suspicious about my sudden appearance in Dublin and locked my account down - and it’s not like I’d had any activity recently. There was nothing to steal.
*This is a whoooooooooooooole separate rant.
Oh, yeah.
Dear Family: I love each of you, individually and as a collective whole, more than anything else in the world. I’m really really really trying to get my shit back together, as I try to recover from a soul-crushing, paralyzing episode of depression. I’m really sorry about needing to take baby steps, needing a little solitude, periodically throughout the day. I’m trying to take care of myself so I can take care of you guys.
So, when I go sit in my chair on the back porch for just a few minutes of quiet, in between forcing myself to be the caretaker and project manager I need to be? Please don’t assume that I’m sitting here to hold office hours.
Case in point: I started gathering tools to repair a pantry shelf today. My dad saw me on the porch, so he came over to visit. I went to get him a cold drink out of the refrigerator, and dropped my drill bit… somewhere. OK. Setback. I’ll see what Dad wants, and then go find it. 30 minutes later, Dad finally goes away. I start searching for the bit. Can’t find it, getting too frustrated, time to sit down in my quiet spot, gather myself, get calm…
In rapid rotation, husband comes to sit down and visit (and plan a bunch of projects for “us”/me, that I can’t face right now, but that’s another rant.) He goes inside, the Boy comes to ask for advice on getting his tuxedo altered. He doesn’t like my advice, and goes stomping away to get measured for a rental instead. Girl 3.0 promptly comes to chatter about her day. My dad comes back to ask something. Here comes the husband to tell me about something. Girl 2.0 comes to give me a run down of some ridiculous thing from her history class today. The Boy comes back to tell me about the tuxedo he rented, and gets pissy because I ask him to please tell me later - I’m overwhelmed. Now it’s time to cook dinner. The Boy is pouting and stomping around because he decided to repair that shelf (remember the shelf?) And he can’t find the square bit and I tell him that I have every plan to fix the goddamned shelf, but I dropped the bit and haven’t had a fucking minute to look for it. Now he’s in a really crappy mood, and improvising the job, and I can’t look for the bit because I can’t get in the utility room because there’s a pouting man-child in my way, turning a 15-minute chore into an hour-long ordeal because he doesn’t have that damned square driver.
Four hours later, I found the bit. It took 3 minutes of searching. And 3 hours and 57 minutes of constant interruption to carve out those 3 minutes.
I just threatened the person who started turning the doorknob. If I don’t get a minute to just take a few deep breaths - alone - I will be in the hospital by tomorrow.
I will never watch it!
To be fair, they often DON’T get things that they really HAVE earned (ass-kickings)…
I hate the insurance ads: You buy a new car and drive it into a tree, and the insurance company won’t give you back every penny you paid for the car!"
Uh, like, you don’t think there maybe ought to be some downside to actually driving your car into a tree??
So far this month cancer has claimed:
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[li]A co-worker.[/li][li]My wife’s cousin[/li][li]The daughter of my godparents, who was near enough in age to me that I felt like she was the sister I never had while growing up. [/li][/ul]
Fuck cancer.
Actually used to use ‘driving your car into a tree’ as a perfect Warranty analogy when I worked the call center.
“I dropped my thingus in the bathtub! I demand you replace it!”
“Well ma’am, if you buy a car, drive it off the lot and straight into a tree, does your car warranty cover your accident? No? Neither do we. A warranty isn’t insurance.”