Uhhh. I have very expensive tickets to a play tomorrow. And I’m coughing my head off. I really, really, want to go to this play, it’s the last day of the performance.
Please, make me well.
Finished packing for tomorrow’s move (all in one day - so stressful), and I see that my roommate (who already moved out), left his room in total disarray.
When I looked in on it on Wednesday night, I found catshit sitting on the carpet in his room and his closet. Random trash scattered all around, and the room stunk of cat piss and shit. Additionally, there was an iron’s burn-mark on the carpet, meaning the entire carpet will have to be replaced. So, yeah, goodbye Security Deposit.
Luckily, one of my best friends is close with the leasing office’s staff, and he’s going to have solely the roommate billed for all the potential damages. The friend estimated it at over $1,000.00. Seeing as how the (former) roommate is unemployed, I can’t wait to see how that plays out.
Additionally, he left a dishwasher full of dirty dishes when he left - didn’t even have the courtesy to run the dishwasher before he left. So, I’ll get to do that when I move in to the new place tomorrow.
I cannot wait to live alone in my new place. (And best of all, you won’t have to endure any more minirants about the roommate! :))
Try Mucinex. Really, for a product with such disgusting commercials, it really seems to work for me. Take it in the morning so you have all day to cough up the phlegm, and then again an hour before you go.
Thanks. I’ll have to run out in the morning to get some.
Yeah, I’m always telling them that people with two brain cells to rub together understand that car value drops like a rock when you drive it off the lot, so of COURSE the insurance isn’t going to pay the whole thing. Unless you pay extra for that. Which if you are going to drive it into a tree or hydroplane into a ditch, maybe you should.
I probably is - something about her wanting the best for the kid? How about not being selfish in the first place?
I see way too much daytime TV…
Very tired of running a fever. Highest reading today was 101, low was in the mid-99s. I had to call out from work today, after having to be taken home early Friday due to dizziness.
Was running out of VRAM on my PC’s video card so spent nearly $400 today on a new one. But before I installed it I went into the problematic project, adjusted a few things, and now it works fine with no more RAM necessary after all.
It’s not entirely an unnecessary purchase, I really ought to upgrade to keep up with improved video technology (After Effects, 3D rendering, and video games are reaching limits), but it still sucks that what motivated the purchase was manageable without it!
The better half’s grandmother, who had a big hand in raising him and who he adored, died yesterday morning. His cousin (currently over in Germany) tried to get a hold of him but we were out and missed her call (and she rightly didn’t want to leave the news in a voice mail), so he didn’t find out until last night when his son texted him and said he’d just found out via FaceBook. For reasons we can’t begin to fathom, better half’s dad hasn’t even made an attempt to reach out to him. BH’s aunt is making all the arrangements, so it’s not because he’s tied up taking care of details.
Even worse, I won’t be able to go with him to the funeral due to work obligations. 
I just managed to run through the end of an online questionnaire for a job application and completely miss the chance to submit a cover letter to go with my resume.
:mad:
Anti-rant. I got the Mucinex, made my play, and fell in love with The Book of Mormon. What a great play.
I fully expect that my father is going to say something stupid to me on Easter and I’m going to disown him in front of everyone and walk out the door.
Last weekend he had to argue with me and repeatedly tell me I didn’t know what I was talking about when I was telling him and my mother about a co-worker who recently had a stroke. So what got him so angry and loud? Apparently I don’t know how many sick days my co-worker has. Despite the fact that our company doesn’t have sick days, it gives out PTO days on January 1. So yes, I know exactly how many PTO days my co-worker has.
I grew up knowing I would never be the son this man wanted and I was always incompetent in his eyes. I probably should have walked away 30+ years ago.
Now I’m ready.
Hey, Doc. YOU scheduled my appointment this morning for 730. Not your receptionist or scheduler. You. I thought “Great! First appointment of the day!”
I was there at 720. You strolled in at 805. No apology. Nothing. Finally wandered into the room at 820. You suck.
Also, just a suggestion, if you’re going to be repeatedly sticking needles into a patient’s throat, either put some topical lidocaine down or don’t tell me “stick” AFTER you’ve jabbed the damn thing in.
Just a quick note:
When I switch lanes to pass you because you’re driving too fucking slow, and you step on the gas in an attempt to stop me from getting in front of you but I end up cutting in front of you anyway, it doesn’t really make any sense for you to give me the finger. Giving me the finger is like drawing attention to the fact that you drive too slow in the fast lane, you can’t judge speed and distance, and you’re an asshole.
Also, why is it that every dumb shit redneck in this state drives in the goddamned passing lane when they’re towing a boat/motorcycles/camper with their full sized pickup? Yes, I’m sure your penis is gigantic. Get out of the fucking left hand lane. Get out.
Lastly people, I know this has been covered before, but if you’re in the left hand lane and someone behind you clearly wants to drive faster, move over. Just move over. It takes two seconds. Get over yourself.
So you know that what you are doing makes her cut and you continue to do it to her? Nice. That’s some quality boyfriending right there.
And now I know that 9mm shells can cause 2nd degree burns. Ouch. Dangit.
Glad you were able to man up. 
I manned up all over myself.
And in a crowded theater…
Just like PeeWee!
I sing in a church choir. And play in the same church’s handbell choir. And am supposed to do both at once on Easter. No big. (I’m not thrilled, but will do whatever combination of ringing and singing works on Sunday morning).
We had our combined choir and bell (and trumpet) practice this evening.
Mr. Director had visions of the bells playing bits and pieces of the songs. On the one song, it works, on the other song-- the bells ain’t happy. And we don’t think our director is going to be happy (she was out of the country tonight).
But Mr. Director will probably get his wish.
Having the combined practice this evening was unfun for another reason-- we had to move bell tables both into and out of the sanctuary-- too much stuff is going on between now and Easter to leave extraneous stuff in the choir loft. Actually-- I think I only ended up moving one table, so it could have been worse (I did carry all the bells into the sanctuary-- which was time-consuming but not difficult (for complicated reasons, I was half an hour early for rehearsal, and thus got stuck with most of the set-up chores). )
And in other news-- we’re singing the Hallelujah Chorus. We’re mostly not enthused about that-- and we really haven’t rehearsed it. My copy turned out to be paginated differently than I’m used to. It was really difficult to follow along-- especially since I was singing mostly from memory.